Saturday morning
The next morning Donna woke up groggy, and not knowing all too well where she
was, until it hit her. She sat up straight at once and looked around the room,
and at herself. She was covered in dried female cum, her dress laid torn on the
ground, she still wore her stockings and heels, but her stocking were ruined.
"Ah you're awake" a naked ms Brendan walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair
with a towel. "Just in time, you need to shower, we have to get going. I already
ordered breakfast."
"My family " Donna said "I need to call my family, I forgot to do that
yesterday"
"First shower my dear, don't forget the rules, you followed them so nicely
yesterday."
Ms Brendan stood in front of the bewildered housewife. "Alcohol sure lowers your
boundaries. You should be careful and not be drinking so much." She grabbed
Donna by her arm and lifted her up and ushered her into the bathroom.
"Today we will go shopping. New clothes for the new Cutty" she informed Donna.
"You shower, shave, and come outside wearing these." She pointed to some white
open high heeled shoes. "And nothing else..." and ms Brendan left to get herself
ready. While Donna was busy she heard ms Brendan make several phone calls, and
when she finished and got out of the shower room service had just brought
breakfast.
Donna thought back on last night, and remembered the sex especially, which made
her feel awfully guilty towards her husband. Only now did she start to really
comprehend that she had had sex with someone else, she cheated on her husband
with a woman.
"That damned alcohol" Donna cursed as she put on the pair of high heels "This
whole damn situation. I have got to get out of it. It has gone too far now." She
again remembered how she had sex, and vaguely remembered walking naked with just
her stockings and high heels on into the hotel. "How could they have let me do
that?" "What if management would have stopped us, kicked us out, or called the
police?" she was angry at the whole situation. She walked out of the bathroom
wondering how to stop this situation, yet determined to stop it anyway, anyhow.
SMACK.
"Don't you forget the rules Cutty"
SMACK, on the other cheek.
Donna forgot her whole line of thought and just squirmed and backed up a little.
Ms Brendan stood in front of her and looked at her impatient. "Don't get me mad
now Cutty, where's the happy face?" she reminded Donna of what was expected of
her.
Donna meekly complied "Sorry ms Brendan" she said close to tears, as she curled
her lips into a plastic smile.
"That's better, but not yet good enough." Ms Brendan took her by the arm and
guided her to a wall. Within seconds Donna found her wrists tied up to the wall.
SWATT
She screamed out loud, at which moment ms Brendan inserted a ball gag which
silenced her.
"Just endure this in silence Cutty" ms Brendan said "My patience is wearing
thin. And you were doing so fine!"
SWATT another blow with the whip on Donna's ass.
Donna jumped around under the blows, tears in her eyes, and pain all over.
After several blows ms Brendan stopped "Ready to behave again?" she asked
coldly.
Donna cried and nodded her head.
"Good, I'll untie you than, but remember, any more screw up, and I'll beat you
till you drop."
Donna felt her painful wrists, her back was on fire, especially her ass.
"Go bend over this chair" ms Brendan said, as she picked up a tin can.
Donna complied, and she felt ms Brendan apply some salve to her back.
"I used a flat whip, and did not hit that hard, so no markings are left, just
some red painful stripes which will disappear in an hour or so."
"Will you obey me from now on Cutty?!" she said as she grabbed the softly crying
Donna.
"Yes, yes I will ms Brendan" she replied.
"At least that you remembered " ms Brendan said, referring to her use of ms
Brendan at the end of her sentence.
"The rules', Donna thought frantically "What were the rules" and she thought
back on yesterday and recalled them. At the same time recalled all of her
humiliating sex acts. Her cheating. Guilt set in again, but for now Donna,
overwhelmed with fear, decided to follow ms Brendan's lead.
Ms Brendan gently rubbed the salve on her bare bottom, easing the pain Donna
felt.
"Okay, I have ordered breakfast so you just sit there at the table, naked as you
are."
The casual dressed ms Brendan went to sit on the other side of the table.
"I want you to spread your legs so I can see your pussy" she said "And move a
little away from the table, it is disturbing my view" The shocked Donna did as
she was told, and found herself almost out of reach of the diner table, with her
legs spread.
"Okay, now as you eat your morning vegetables I want you to masturbate. And I
want you to come. If I have the feeling your faking it I will whip you all over
this place. Get going" an obvious still angry ms Brendan instructed.
Donna froze for a moment surprised by the request. She slowly returned to the
living and brought her right hand down to her pussy.
"If possible we would like to see some action today." Ms Brendan said as she was
eating her pancakes as if nothing special was happening.
Donna slowly started to rub her pussy, looking with bright open eyes at ms
Brendan.
"I don't think you are following my instructions Cutty." Ms Brendan warned as
she picked up her whip.
"This is crazy!" Donna thought, but she couldn't think of an easy way out just
yet, so she started rubbing her pussy faster. "Act" she thought, "I will act, ms
Brendan doesn't mind as long as it looks real..." She started to act as she
rubbed her pussy, and ate the vegetable stick in her hand.
"Good girl," ms Brendan said. "Now let me help you, and teach you how to do this
properly" she said.
"Obviously you are faking it right now Cutty." She stood up and walked over to
the moaning scared Donna. "And I appreciate that, it shows you are willing to
please me." She was now standing close to the spread Donna "but this pussy is
obviously not wet" the whip touch her pussy, as ms Brendan pulled her left outer
lip aside "And that is not good now is it. Kind of ruins the performance. Too
fake" She looked at Donna who looked scared and fragile, however she continued
to fondle her own pussy, in a desperate attempt to get it wet.
"Put this hand in your mouth" with the whip she brought her hand from her pussy
to her mouth "Yes, take out the celery stick Cutty" Donna's hand slipped into
her mouth "Suck on those fingers, make them nice and wet, spit on them" ms
Brendan instructed towering above the helpless Donna. "And this", she touch the
hand with the celery stick "we bring towards that nasty little slut of yours"
"N-No..." Dona tried to stop this perverted scene.
SMACK a hard whip on her left breast mad her almost bite her fingers off.
"Do it!" ms Brendan said. "And close those damn eyes shut. Imagine you're being
fucked by your dear ol' Robert for all I care. Imagining goes easier with eyes
closed."
The celery stick went down to Donna's pussy, and she slowly stuck it inside. Not
too deep as she found it repulsive, and as she was not wet enough.
"Now suck your fingers some more, make some moaning wet noises, and move that
stick slowly in and out that pussy. Rub it on your clit a little too."
Donna did as instructed, feeling the burning pain of the whip mark on her left
breast. After a minute or two she calmed down and got comfortable with the weird
position.
"Now switch, bring this celery stick up to that nasty mouth of yours" ms Brendan
coached her "And those wet fingers go down to wet that pussy of yours."
"Okay, and up again, just spit on it now....more, and down again, rub that spit
into your pussy, on your clit." Ms Brendan carefully guided and watched all
Donna's sexual moves.
"Keep those legs apart, toes down, the top of the shoes may only touch the
floor"
Her by now wet pussy was reacting slowly to the assault of her fingers. Ms
Brendan teased her every now and then by touching her pussy lips with the whip,
or stroking her breast or her face with it.
"Continue eating your celery stick, the next one is waiting, remember your
diet."
"Lovely, Lovely, a little bit more moaning, and it is almost real."
As Donna put on the disgusting show she wandered in her mind to her family. "Oh
how I let them down, what will this bitch do with me?" Donna thought.
"Do concentrate at the task at hand Cutty" ms Brendan broke her line of thought.
"Just follow my lead, and increase the speed of your pumping."
"Your pussy is now wet by itself," ms Brendan lectured "The more you will do
this exercise, the faster you will get wet down there. It's a natural reaction.
And I want you wet on command in the future."
Donna felt embarrassed but she felt ms Brendan was right. She was now wet down
there and her vaginal juices started to pump freely, coating her already wet
fingers.
"Now you can start with the moaning act" ms Brendan said as she teased the nose
of Donna with the whip. Immediately Donna started to moan.
"Slowly, not to fast, it must be convincing. " ms Brendan coached her.
After some minutes of moaning and fingering her pussy a new instruction
followed.
"Always be inventive Cutty, the object is to make the audience thinks you are
enjoying yourself, thinks you're going out of your mind of joy."
"How you feel in reality is secondary. You may enjoy it, you may not. Yesterday
you enjoyed it, today you do not, but for me, I should see no difference."
"So now start moaning some dirty words, and not just 'hmmmmm', be a slut when
you are getting hot, and let the world now it."
Donna with her eyes closed started slowly to utter words in between her moans.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that feels good, oh my ...."
"No no no, use dirty words Cutty, dirty words" ms Brendan said "The kind a
mother does not want her daughter to hear, especially not from her own
mother..."
Donna tried again
"Oooh, fuck me, yeaah fuck me good" she had seen some porn movies, and just
uttered some of the crap they usually shouted.
"Better, better " ms Brendan complimented, "but we will have to expand your
vocabulary: use words like cunt, slut, slit, clit, horny, etc,"
And Donna did. For the next twenty minutes she learned to use more and more
disgusting words, learning to simulate ecstasy. When she got exhausted, and
found herself fingering her clit and pumping her third half eaten celery stick
up her pussy, with spit and her cunt juices spread over her thighs, stil spread
obscenely with ms Brendan and her whip standing close to her, she finally got
the approval to come. Or better to fake it.
"Damn it" the totally humiliated Donna first thought "I am heating myself up,
humiliating myself for this bitch," then, regaining her senses "Fuck, just let
me act as if I'm coming and get this over with!" and so she did.
"AAAH Fuck I'm coming," she started to buck like she really was " OH-oh oh,
yeah, I feel it , I feel it "
When she was finally ready with her act, she breathed heavily from the exercise
"God, I hope this perverted bitch is happy now" she thought.
Clap-clap clap. A dry clapping could be heard in the room. Donna opened her
eyes, and saw a smiling ms Brendan applauding her, with the whip under her arm,
and a smile on her face.
"Very good, very good, especially for the first time." Ms Brendan complimented
her.
"Good, I hope I am through now" an exhausted, sweating Donna thought "Thank you,
ms Brendan" she said out loud.
"You are not totally finished yet, just clean up now, while you pretend to be in
the aftermath of your orgasm."
"Clean up?" Donna thought and then remembered yesterday's sexual escapade with
ms Brendan, when she made her lick her cum from her own face "She wants me
to..."
"Lick yourself clean my dear, wipe the juice from your thighs, and suck your
fingers dry" Ms Brendan said, obviously enjoying the predicament Donna found
herself in. "And pretend to enjoy it" she added as an additional insult.
Donna just surrendered "What the fuck" she thought angrily "Let the bitch enjoy
herself, I have done everything she asked up to now anyway, this last insult
won't kill me" and Donna put up the last act of her masturbation show.
Ms Brendan needed only to give a few pointers and within 5 minutes she ordered
Donna to stop.
"You must shower again Cutty, you're all dirty from your breakfast"
Donna stood up and wobbled to the bathroom again. Her thighs hurt from the long
time they had been spread.
"Switch shoes before you shower!" ms Brendan instructed from the back.
"Damn, and I still haven't called my family..." Donna recalled as she switched
into the high heeled bath slippers, and proceeded to shower once again.
