Cutty

No character is or was ever real. No part of the story is a fantasy of the author. No part of this story may be used or posted on a site without expressed permission of the author.

Copyright 2007 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

Ms Brendan’s Unusual Punishment

As she hurried to the door, it opened immediately. To Donna’s surprise it was Ms Brendan herself who let her in.

“Get in quickly before you catch a cold, Cutty.” Ms Brendan said, ushering her inside as a concerned mother.

“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied as she quickly slipped inside.

After a few shivers she remembered the rules, hugged the older lady in front of her and kissed her. Ms Brendan replied with kisses of her own and hugged Donna warmly. Their kissing lasted for a long time and when they finally broke it off Donna felt warm again. In part due to Ms. Brendan's hugs and gentle stroking.

“I love you Ms Brendan.” She said as directed by the rules, but also with a touch of gratefulness for the gentle welcome.

“Undress…” ms Brendan simply instructed, as she smiled gently at the tired looking Donna “… You seemed to have had a rough time.”

“Yes, Ms Brendan…” Donna replied as she pulled of her clothing.

“I turned up the heat when I knew you were coming, to make it comfortable for you here.” Ms Brendan said as she waited for Donna to completely undress.

“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, wondering why Ms Brendan was so friendly to her.

When she was naked Ms Brendan took her clothing and tossed them into a basket in the hall. She opened the closet and gave her a new pair of shoes. This time high heeled sandals with long ties that wound up her calves. And while Donna was busy winding the straps neatly up her legs, Ms Brendan was searching for something in the closet.

“Stand still.” Ms Brendan instructed when Donna was finished with the shoes.  “You now have enough experience with the leash. So from now on, when you are in my home you'll only walk about on a leash.” Ms Brendan said as she placed a small leather collar around Donna’s neck. “That way you can’t get lost.”

She attached a leash to the choker, and showed its label to Donna. It read ‘Cutty’.

“This is your collar and leash. It’s in this closet here, so whenever you enter, you put on your collar, if you’re not wearing one already, clip on this leash, and wait till someone guides you inside, ok?”

As Ms Brendan showed her the label Donna saw a glimps of the inside of the closet and saw several other leashes hanging, all with a name tag. There were more women undergoing the same treatment.

“Yes, Ms Brendan…” Donna replied. Right now she really didn’t care that much about another rule. She was worried about what was in store for her next. What punishment would she receive? This acting nice by Ms Brendan had a sinister gloom that worried her.

“Come…” Ms Brenda said gently as she gently tucked on the leash, pulling her head out of the closet. She guided Donna inside her house.

“You look really terrible.” Ms Brendan remarked as they walked into the living room “Had trouble sleeping?”

She gestured for Donna to sit on the warm couch, as she positioned herself next to her. Donna nestled herself in the warm pillows, facing Ms Brendan.

“Yes, Ms Brendan, I’ve had a tough time. I tried to follow the rules, but …” Donna started, eager to explain why she didn’t follow all the rules, her main concern.

“Shhh, I know, it is always tough in the beginning. I don’t need to know the details. But you did your best, right?” Ms Brendan interrupted her, putting two fingers on Donna’s lips before she could spill her heart.

“Yes, I did Ms Brendan…” Donna admitted. That was an understatement, she found she had outdone herself actually.

“Not many follow the rules as good as you in the beginning, Cutty. You can be proud of yourself.” Ms Brendan agreed, complimenting her.

“Thank you, Ms Brendan. I am…” Donna replied. She was extremely suspicious about what was going on. What trap was being spun? And ‘proud’ of what she had achieved… Well in a way she was, but she also knew it was not something to be proud of at all. What she had done was perverted, sick. Just recalling the look on Robert's mother's face was unbearable.

Ms Brendan laughed when she saw the confused and scary look on Donna’s face. “You are scared you are going to get punished somehow anyway, right?”

Donna blushed “Yes Ms Brendan, I am..”

The woman read her like an open book. It seemed like it was no use hiding her worries from her. Was she so shallow? Or was Ms Brendan just pure evil? Or was she just too tired, too confused to hide anything for her now?

“Well, you did break several rules, of which the deleting of the films and pictures was the biggest.” Ms Brendan said “But luckily you bought yourself a super deluxe model, with instant internet access. Apparently you  authorized the provider to hook it up to your page on the web, so anything would be immediately wireless uploaded. Which has happened with all the video’s and pictures that you took.”

“That’s how they did it!” Donna understood. “The damn phone is more of a spy gadget than anything else. They have watched us fuck and suck simply from the internet!”

She understood now also how they knew when to call her. They simply observed her situation from a web page, and called at the most inconvenient moments. “I have to get rid of this phone, but I doubt if they’ll let me…”

“Robert is not happy at all, he wants me to remove the pictures…” Donna said, adding “Ms Brendan.” quickly afterwards. She hoped the now friendly Ms Brendan would help her out somehow.

“Yeah, but you refused bravely.” Ms Brendan replied, letting Donna know they also could listen in on her phone. It was nothing but a ultra modern wire tap!

“Ms Brendan, he tells me they are now public…” She tried again, hoping she wasn’t getting too liberal. But she had to have those pictures removed. If they really were free for all to see that could ruin there lives anyway, and she had not gone through all this just to become a public laughing stock anyway.

“We’ll get to that later." Ms Brendan explained, patting Donna on the knee. "It was a bit foolish to use an open web site for your private porn collection, I agree with Robert. But now I want you to know I am really proud of you. Proud of the way you work at your issues, proud how you stood up to your family, your friends, a true girlfriend of mine…”

And with that Ms Brendan had simply brushed away the web site subject.

“Today is the first day in the new year, and I want us to get of on a good start.” Ms Brendan continued “So I have arranged a day of relaxation for us both, where we can enjoy ourselves, and you can show me how much you’ve learned since the last time we spent a weekend together. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, as she remembered the weekend Ms Brendan was referring to. It wasn’t something she thought fondly of. Innocent at the time, Donna had been manipulated into participating in multiple lesbian acts, then brutally raped by Ms. Brendan and her driver.  It had been Donna’s first experience with a strap-on and right up her ass.

Ms Brendan’s left hand had started to caress her right breast, and fondled a little with her nipple, as she smiled at Donna. “We’re just gonna have fun, don’t you worry, Cutty.”

With that she bend slightly forward, and Donna replied to the gesture as she knew she had to. She bent forward until their lips met, and they kissed gently with just soft touches of their lips. After a while Ms Brendan’s tongue entered Donna’s mouth, signaling Donna to do the same. They started to kiss seriously. Their kisses took longer, and grew more intense as the time passed. In addition Ms Brendan fondled Donna’s right breast, her thighs, and pussy carelessly with her left hand. Her right wasn’t used, she just rested on it as if she wasn't involved in their sex play. Donna’s hand on the contrary had been gentle but determined whisked away by Ms Brendan’s left hand so she didn’t touch Ms Brendan’s body. Donna knew she simply had to let Ms Brendan explore her body, letting her touch her most private parts, as her hands were useless at her side. A strange show of Ms Brendan's power and dominance.

Donna was gently guided to kiss Ms Brendan on the cheek, nose, eyes, just like a true lover would do. Soft touches of Ms Brendan’s hand to her chin moved her around over Ms Brendan’s face, shifting her kisses to other places, until she understood how she had to act, kiss.

She had never really experienced something like this. She was now actually making out as Ms. Brendan was feeling her up all over. Worse, her act forced her to put her mind into the wicked game too. She had to think what moves, kisses Ms Brendan would want. In all her actions were a mixture of her training and Ms Brendan’s professional guidence.

And as Donna got more and more into her act this encouraged Ms Brendan to be even more bold with her hands. It was normal human interaction; one side tries something daring, and the other body signals it is ok, upon which the on side tries even more, searching for the limit. And Donna knew she could have no limit. So as Ms Brendan’s fingers slipped deeper into her most private parts, touched her face, made Donna lick them, all Donna could do was to make sure she kissed Ms Brendan perfectly and lovingly back.

In addition her unwanted physical actions were telling her body to get aroused, heated up. Her sexually-toned body couldn’t tell the difference between what was happening now versus her normal feelings of sexual arousal. They were too identical. She felt like she was betraying her own body by her actions, betraying who she really was! 

What made it even worse was that she also felt oddly grateful. She was happy Ms Brendan showed finally some appreciation, some adoration for her now.

"It is my own mind betraying me," she told herself, but still the feeling was there. Maybe it was due to the way she was making out to Ms Brendan, like a true lover, or it was just the hand of Ms Brendan feeling up her nipple, rubbing her clit, stroking  her inner thighs. Probably it was all of it together. But the result was obvious to her, she liked it, she felt emotionally involved.

This was just not like the simple fucks she had been taught to act through with Ninon. Not the emotionless pussy licking from the get go. No, Ms Brendan was currently really lovingly touching Donna’s body, feeling her up, caressing her breasts, nipples. And she did it with a mixture of kindness, devotion, and sexual lust. It felt so good. Much better than the sadistic rapes she had learned to endure.

Her emotional mind set made her feel more and more ashamed, frustrated, as it became stronger. She knew she should resist it, but also knew she should not. Maybe even could not. And as she didn’t, feeling her own body and mind enjoying and responding to it, was humiliating.

“You’re good…” Ms Brendan complimented her on her kissing after some time.

This made Donna put even more effort into her sensual kissing, she even started to whisper soft sweat things like “I love you, Ms Brendan”, "I'm yours Ms Brendan". She knew that was what Ms Brendan wanted to hear. She even spread her legs a bit more, inviting Ms Brendan’s hand to access her now leaking pussy once again.

Of the latter Donna wasn’t even surprised anymore. By now her pussy leaked, itched all the time, and reacted, or better, over reacted to any type of touch. It didn’t matter if it was a male or female or even a sex toy – any touch would do. She was appalled by it, but hoped it was just a normal human reaction, a way for the female body to survive abuse. But it also was just another sign of her own body betraying her now, showing the outside world a totally different picture than she wanted. Yet Donna knew her wet vagina would please Ms Brendan, and that she actually should be grateful her body reacted as it did. It meant less punishment in the end.

“Exquisite…” Ms Brendan noted, as her fingers slipped inside Donna’s wet vagina. She was totally ignoring Donna’s inner struggles, if she noticed them at all.

They looked each other in the eye, smiling gently at each other. When Donna wanted to kiss Ms Brendan again she was gently refused. Ms Brendan just looked at Donna, continued to smile at her, as she gently explored the offered vagina. She caressed the shaven outer lips, tugged a bit at the inner lips, rubbed and tickled Donna’s sensitive clit. Her fingers followed the scar she had carved there herself.

All Donna could do was to let Ms Brendan have her way, and smile as she did. No, she even lifted her body and moved her vagina forward, giving the fingers even better access. She felt strangely abused. It wasn’t anything painful, far from it; but perhaps it was something much worse. Ms Brendan was abusing her mind now. Was it true fear for worse that made her comply, or was she just taking the easy way out? Was she actually really enjoying this? The latter was constant on her mind, and she had to tell herself over and over again it was no use to fight Ms Brendan now, and that she was forced, even if her body and mind betrayed her by enjoying the touches. She reminded herself that if she did resist she just would make matters worse. But the ease with which she let her tormentor fondle her, the ease with which she smiled made her doubt herself.

On top of that was the open betrayal of her own body. Her skin tingled, especially by her breasts. Her nipples poked out screaming ‘touch me, rub me!’ and when Ms Brendan’s hand softly passed her lower belly she even shivererd involuntary like a silly young girl hot for her new lover! Her vagina responded like one of a common slut, its juices now flowing freely, and she automatically bucked gently with Ms Brendan’s rhythm. Slowly fucking her fingers as they invading her most private parts. There was no denying she was in heat. No denying she truly enjoyed the caresses.

Luckily Ms Brendan stopped before she had an unwanted orgasm. She held up her wet fingers for Donna to suck on, and like an eager puppy Donna bent forward to lick them clean, sucking up all her own juices. As she did she looked Ms Brendan straight in the eye with a big smile. It was these kind of actions that really showed Donna how well she had been trained, much to her own surprise. It was an automatism by now, wet fingers in front of her face just made her lick them. Fingers touching her nipples made her push her breast forward. Fingers going down to her vagina made her spread her legs and push her hips forward. And everything was done with an inviting smile. How she hated herself!

“Good, Cutty, very good…” Ms Brendan approved as she whipped her fingers dry on Donna’s cheek and breasts.

“This is so frustrating, so humiliating!” Donna kept thinking as she just let it all happen, no, even made sure it happened to Ms Brendan’s liking. “It is better than being whipped and then be forced to do it anyway…” She had to repeat over and over again. “Better than making it worse, better for the family…”

“Now let’s go to my next surprise…” Ms Brendan said as she got up, stopping Donna’s mantra abruptly.

Ms Brendan picked up the leash and Donna followed meekly as they went upstairs. She had never been there, and was actually curious how Ms Brendan slept. She was guided through a wide corridor into a large room.

“My bedroom…” Ms Brendan said as she threw her arms wide, showing the extend of her wealth.

It was indeed a site to see. It was huge. The room was colorful, not the modern atmosphere of down stairs, nor a BDSM-type dark coloring as Donna kind of had expected. No the suite was done in a nineteenth century revival, beautiful and stylish. There was a large canopy bed with thick side curtains neatly tied back.  A chandelier hung from a large ceiling dial, finely detailed moldings throughout the room.   Old fashion wooden panels adorned with decorative paintings, lent privacy for dressing.  Large windows with curtains that matched the bed covers opened on a fabulous view, complimented by paintings on the wall, a very elaborate Persian carpet.  Old wooden furniture carefully placed.  The room was very warm and inviting, nothing like what Donna had imagined.

“Come…” Ms Brendan tugged at the leash and of they went to what Donna suspected was the bathroom.

And indeed it was. Again very spacious, the bathroom held a large shower, a huge mirror with a matched set of white sinks to one side, white closets, a large multi head shower, and a large jacuzzi. Carefully placed spot-lights.  In style, it was completely different than the bedroom, the bath being totally modern and gleaming. But in its own way, just as beautiful as the adjoining bedroom.

It was the jacuzzi that caught Donna’s immediate attention. It had mirrors above on the sides, even on the roof. Clearly to give Ms Brendan a good view from all sides of who ever was in it. But what made her so eager for it was the warm steaming water in it. It looked very, very inviting.

“Oh, you are so transparent!“ Ms Brendan laughed, seeing the eager look in Donna’s eyes “Yes, I prepared the jacuzzi for us. I knew you would like it. Take off the shoes, put those plastic slippers on, and in we go…”

Ms Brendan waited patiently, holding the leash, as Donna untied the straps, and switched into the plastic pumps. She was then guided to the warm jacuzzi, and gratefully she stepped in the warm water. The bubbling water immediately started to message her sore legs. A wonderful feeling!

“Ok, just wait here, while I undress…” Ms Brendan said as she tied the leash high up, so Donna couldn’t sit down yet. Donna knew all this was done to show her she was completely controlled by Ms Brendan, but she didn’t mind. Her legs were warm, and soon her whole body would be, and the bubbling water would give her the message she was craving for.

Ms Brendan undressed herself and stepped also into the jacuzzi. She freed up the leash a bit so Donna could sit, and they both sat down opposite one another, smiling like good old girlfriends.

Donna let the warm water massage her whole weary body. This was heaven. She so deserved this. She spread out in the large jacuzzi, smiled and closed her eyes for a while to truly enjoy the moment. How different this was from yesterday, or from just a few hours ago! And the best of it all was that Ms Brendan let her be for the longest while. She just drifted a bit on the bubbles with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water, the gentle massage.

“And of course, some champagne…” Ms Brendan said with a small fanfare as her driver entered with a cart loaded with a bottle of champagne, and some delicious looking treats.

Donna was flabbergasted by this treatment. It really started to dawn on her that Ms Brendan actually did want to please her. She actually was satisfied with her behavior. It was strangely satisfying to Donna she had pulled it off. “I’ve made her happy, I did truly impress her…” And as those happy thoughts went through her mind immediately her shame followed. “How can I be happy about that? It’s shameful!”

“Here you are…” Ms Brendan handed her a glass of champagne together with a snack, and Donna was once again lost in her feelings of gratitude.

She sipped the champagne and now truely relaxed. She even whisked away all feelings of rebellion, humiliation. “Not now,” she told herself “Now I just enjoy and follow the flow. Later, later we’ll fight, now is not the time anyway…”

For the longest time they just sat in the jacuzzi not saying a word. Donna did made sure she smiled frequently at Ms Brendan to show her appreciation. But apart from that she let herself go and let the warm bubbling water pamper her. How truly wonderful!

“Thank you so much, Ms Brendan.” She finally said, as she opened her eyes, and felt thoroughly refreshed. She really meant it.

“No problem, Cutty. Sooner or later good things happen to those who deserve them.” Ms Brendan replied “And you really deserved this.”

“Thank you, thank so much you, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied and smiled thankfully.

As she did she wondered how best to show her appreciation. Should she kiss Ms Brendan? Or feel herself up, give her a show? Or start to make out, kiss and fondle her, start to lick her pussy? She gave Ms Brendan an uncertain look.

Ms Brendan smiled back at her “And this look shows even more how much you deserved it, Cutty. You really want to show your gratitude, right?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan, it is just I don’t know what you would like me to do right now…” Donna replied honestly. She wasn’t surprised anymore Ms Brendan knew so clearly what she thought, she just accepted it as a fact.

“That’s because you don’t know me that well yet, and because you still need more training.” Ms Brendan told her “But don’t worry about that. It is enjoyable to see a mother of forty insecure like a teenager. What would your family say if they saw you obedient like this, my little slut?”

Donna was hurt by the remark, and didn’t understand why Ms Brendan was so vicious as she was obviously trying so hard to please her. Even wanting to be the obedient slave for now!

“Come here…” Ms Brendan said as she pulled the leash.

Donna swirled over to her side until their faces were close to each other.

“Kiss me slut, kiss me like the whore you are. Fuck your family, I’m what you want, I am who you obey.” Ms Brendan said with venom, sporting an odd friendly smile.

The confused Donna looked her deep in the eye, but saw no pity. She had to follow the instructions. She knew Ms Brendan expected her to kiss her like a slut now, an eager whore.

And so she did. Aggressively she forced herself onto her torturer. Kissing her full on the mouth, slipping her tongue inside her, and holding Ms Brendan’s face with both her hands. She kissed away waiting for Ms Brendan's order to stop.

A sharp yank on the leash got Donna coughing as she was briskly pulled her away from Ms Brendan.

“That was good, my little slut. Let’s have some champagne now.” Ms Brendan said, as she grabbed the bottle and filled their glasses again.

Donna was still confused, but started to understand what was happening. Ms Brendan was testing her. Testing if she would keep up her act in all circumstances. “I will.” Donna thought “I will show her I can play her game. Even if she tries to humiliate, no, break me, get me to cry. No more, her insults will just be ignored for now. Later, later we’ll fight. Later I’ll cry…”

Ms Brendan handed her the glass with champagne and she accepted it with a fake generous smile. “Thank you, Ms Brendan”

“No thanks, slut.” Ms Brendan said, still continuing her cruel act.

“Tell me about how your daughters think of you after what you pulled yesterday.” Ms Brendan inquired.

“I Don’t know Ms Brendan…” Donna said honestly “I haven’t talked to them after that…”

It was immediately difficult for her to keep her mind set. She didn’t want to think of her daughters now, and she knew Ms Brendan knew that. That was why she brought them up, so she had to think of her precious daughters, as she was like a sex slave in a jacuzzi, getting ready to please her mistress once again.

“Not even new years wishes exchanged?” Ms Brendan asked on.

“No not even that, Ms Brendan…”

“They must think you’re a slut, an incompetent bitch, a shame for them. Given how you are giving into your sexual desires. How you are manipulated by your new friends…”

“Yes, I think they do…especially Julie…” Donna said truthfully, making herself even more vulnerable.

But lying, fighting Ms Brendan wasn’t an option. She was too much in control right now, and Donna was too weak. She just wanted her to be nice to her again. Ms Brendan was so easily getting to her! She wanted to burst into tears, but she fought hard to keep her mind set. She had to play along.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Ms Brendan reminded her.

“Sorry, Ms Brendan… Ms Brendan.”

She knew she was on the verge of breaking. Both from her thoughts of her daughters, what she had done, how they saw her, as well as from the fact she was being controlled so easily by Ms Brendan. She couldn’t even keep her act up for a few minutes, without Ms Brendan picking right through it. And with such ease.

“Cheers…” Ms Brendan said as she made herself comfortable for her next ‘attack’, she leaned backwards into the stream of bubbles messaging her back, while she loosened the leash a bit “..on a job well done…”

“Cheers, Ms Brendan…” Donna said as she also raised her glass. She prepared for what was coming, outwardly still smiling, be it had now a nervous streak.

“Show me your wet pussy, my little sluttish housewife…” Ms Brendan instructed, feigning friendliness again.

Donna smiled, raised herself out of the warm water, and spread her legs a little to give her instructor a good view of her shaved vagina.

“No, I want a better view, really spread your legs, show me how much you can stretch now.” Ms Brendan ordered, maintaining her fake friendly tone.

Donna played along and smiling went back to her place, for as far as the leash allowed her, and raised herself completely out of the water. She placed her legs on either side of the jacuzzi. With some effort, Donna maneuvered herself into a pose where her wet plastic pumps were firmly planted on the sides of the Jacuzzi, her thighs were spread as far as they could go.

“Impressive..” Ms Brendan said as she finished her drink, and crawled forward “Can you raise your upper body still?”

Donna emptied her champagne glass to free her hands to go into the new pose.  She barely managed. She felt her leg muscles protest at the awkward spread and the weight they had to carry.

“Much better. Now let me look at this whorish cunt of yours…” “Much better.  Now let me look at this whorish cunt of yours,” Ms Brendan announced as she moved in tighty to play with Donna’s freely accessible vagina.

“Look at this, wet like a common slut…” she said with mock surprise “If Robert only knew you love to offer this pussy like a cheap whore to friends and even strangers!”

Ms Brendan’s hands explored Donna’s outer lips, her inner lips, the clit hood, the clit itself, her strained thighs. She even tickled her on purpose to see her fight to keep her balance. And she played extra long with her scarf, as she looked Donna in the eye. As if to remind her what she had done to her.

It all took a long, long time from Donna’s point of view. Ms Brendan’s fingers explored her whole nether region. Donna even felt her fingers going up her ass, inciting her itch over there too. And even though her body was in pain as her legs started to cramp, she felt herself getting aroused again.

Donna didn’t dare say a word.   She just knew somehow that she was not supposed to.  But she moved her hips, rocking at first, them pumping them up and forward a bit as if she was desperate to be filled.   Taking one hand from tub, she touched her left nipple and teased it like a true slut.  She knew by now how to do that perfectly. Her expression was pure training, the face Ninon had trained her to put on her face, the face that she had seen on so many porn stars in countless porno films – a face of pure lust.  Even her sighs – fake though they were – matched the look on her face.  After all, she had learned how to sigh the same way.   What was also being driven home to Donna too was that she was becoming increasingly more aroused minute by minute.

And Ms Brendan seemed to approve again. She intently watched Donna’s reactions, felt Donna’s leg muscles protest, felt her vagina leaking. Ms Brendan looked her frequently in the eye to see if she was on the verge of breaking, but Donna was determined to sit this through, no matter what.

“Rock my fingers, Cutty…” Ms Brendan finally set, as she held up her hand with three fingers upward, below her vagina. She wasn’t anymore referring to her as slut or whore, and Donna understood she had done a good job. Be it her work was not over jet.

Donna now had to squat deeply to let Ms Brendan’s fingers go inside her pussy, but she managed. Doing that was not the most difficult part. Instead, it was rocking on the fingers that were inside her that proved to be even more impossible. Her stretched legs couldn’t do it on her own, and she had to curl forward to lean on her hands so she could rock just her ass. And on top of that she had to watch out not to slip as she still wore those damn inconvenient high heeled plastic pumps.

Ms Brendan laughed at her as she just held up her hand, even moved it around a bit so Donna had to adjust her body to get her vagina to continue to pump the fingers. Luckily she finally grew bored with the game and pulled Donna down by her leash.

“This has made me hot. How good are you now at licking pussy?”

“I’m very good, Ms Brendan.” Donna replied, grateful that her gymnastic ordeal was over.  “I’m really, really good.” 

Even better, Donna could lower herself back into the hot bubbling water again. And pussy licking she indeed knew by now. She actually had been trained to please specifically Ms Brendan, so she felt confident she could impress her.

Now it was Ms Brendan’s turn to lift herself out of the water, though she didn’t spread widely. She just made herself comfortable with a towel and a new glass of champagne, and as she bit in a snack she gestured with a single nod of her head for Donna to start.

Ever smiling Donna glided forward to her tormentor, and laid her hands on Ms Brendan’s thigh. She observed the vagina in front of her. No piercing, like Ninon, and she had hair. True, a bit trimmed, but still a lot, compared to Ninon and Donna who were both bold down there. She understood this was just another sign of Ms Brendan’s dominance. While Ms Brendan still sported a rough bush of natural hair, even with grey hair in it, she had to keep hers bald. Even worse, licking a hairy pussy was actually disgusting, the loose hair coming onto her mouth. .

But she bent her head forward, and started to lick Ms Brendan’s lips. She nibbled as taught, licked as taught, sucked as taught. And as she observed Ms Brendan’s reactions she knew she was doing an excellent job, which made her kind of proud. “Just as I knew: I can make her come like no other if I just want to!”

“Cutty, you are good!” Ms Brendan agreed with her, heaving heavily “You have really learned well! I must …compliment you and your trainer …for doing an excellent job!”

Ms Brendan sight loudly as she smiled down at Donna, as one hand went through Donna’s hair. Ms Brendan was really enjoying herself tremendously, loving every moment of Donna’s efforts. “OH, OH, OH, you’re soo good!”

Soon Donna’s tongue was licking up Ms Brendan’s juices, and she felt proud, in control, as she played with the feelings of Ms Brendan with her licks, her sucks. It was extremely satisfying to see her cruel instructor really enjoying her. No, be even positively surprised by Donna’s actions. Donna knew that was good news for her, and placed even more effort in the suck session.

“You deserve a treat, Cutty,” Ms Brendan said as she bucked her hips to the rhythm of Donna’s tongue.  She grabbed the bottle of champagne and flipped it over above her lower belly, causing champagne to run down past her belly button, through her pubic hair to mix with her own juices and on to Donna’s face.  “Enjoy!” she said excited.

Donna felt the cold liquid on her face, on her tongue, and smiled gratefully up to Ms Brendan. The champagne taste was a welcome change, and she played along by lapping it all up, even sucking it out of the bush of Ms Brendan.

The suck session became more intense, more personal with this, as Donna really felt appreciated, and wanted to impress even more, seeing Ms Brendan in a state she had never seen her before. She knew that if she kept her this happy it would only mean positive things for her eventually. And apart from that this was so much better than being raped with dildo’s and whips. She even felt so confident that had Ms Brendan a whip she would not have used it on her, as she was just doing too good.

“I’m cumming!!!!!” Ms Brendan shouted completely in ecstasy, and bucked wildly, even when Donna drew back and observed what she had caused.

The older lady in front of her was really enjoying a heavy orgasm as she curled about with her eyes closed, and enjoyed some precious moments. Moments which, Donna proudly noted, she had caused. “She will appreciate me more now…” Donna told herself.

Ms Brendan eventually calmed down and opened her eyes, and looked at Donna with a smile.

“You are incredible!!” She acknowledged “It has been a long time since I had such an orgasm. What a way to start the new year!!”

She sank back down into the jakuzzy, “Let’s celebrate your come-uppance! What a revelation! Did you knew you could be such a good pussy licker, Cutty?”

She turned to the card and fetch another bottle of champagne from below, and handed another delicious looking snack to Donna. Donna eagerly grabbed it as she was hungry.

They both sat side by side looking out from the jakuzzy, grabbing snacks from time to time. Ms Brendan was constantly complimenting her, both on her sexual actions, as well as on the way she looked. How her body had improved, how beautiful she was. Donna felt good being adored like this. She knew she shouldn’t but she was proud. Proud of her body, of how she had worked hard to get it in this shape. Proud of her sexual actions, even though perverted. She found the lesbian actions not nearly as gross as the flirting, kissing she had to do with the strange men. And she really loved the compliments. It made her feel great.

Ms Brendan finally got up and took the leash again and guided Donna outside the tube.

“I have yet another surprise for you…” Ms Brendan said mysteriously as she gave her a towel.

Donna wanted to dry herself, but Ms Brendan corrected her. “No, Cutty, you dry me first, than you take care of yourself…”

And thus Donna found herself drying Ms Brendan. It was awkward, but she knew it was just the way things were. It was all part of being a ‘girlfriend’ of Ms Brendan. After she had dried Ms Brendan she was allowed to dry herself, and told to switch shoes again.

Donna found it also awkward she constantly had to change shoes, it was kind of useless. And very inconvenient, especially with these ‘Roman’ type shoes, as she had to place the ties correct. But she didn’t complain; that would be useless at least.

Ms Brendan took the leash and guided her back into the bedroom. In the room two massage tables were installed now, and two small Asian girls, women, dressed in just a robe, were waiting alongside them.

“Nothing like a good massage to de-stress…” Ms Brendan said as she tied the leash to one of the message tables, and gestured Donna to lay on it.

“Thank you Ms Brendan!!!” Donna said pleasantly surprised once again. She looked in awe at the table. Now she would even get a massage!

“Shoes off…” the Asian girl said, and Donna undid the straps once again. She shook her head a bit as she thought of the uselessness of putting them on in the first place, but she didn’t complain. She looked forward to the massage, and that made all ok.

As she lay down on the table, and her girl started to oil her, she went through her situation again. She actually had to admit she liked the current situation. If her life would be like this all the time she wouldn’t have no problem being Ms Brendan’s girlfriend. Champagne, jakuzy, massages, and the sex wasn’t that bad. It was kind of kinky, and kind of worth the luxury. She immediately felt ashamed as she thought this, but nevertheless it was the truth..

“If only this would happen just a few days a week. Then I could live my own family life during the rest of the days and I would have no problem with it.” She thought “This is kind of what I expected in the first place. A bit of kink, some unknown lesbian sex. Some widening of my sexual horizon…  Should I propose this to Ms Brendan? If she really thinks I’m that good with licking her, she must see the advantages of having me do this out of my own free will? And for me it would give me back my family life…”

As she thought about this she noticed Ms Brendan was now also being massaged and was in her own world. Donna’s Asian girl also gently massaging her body, applying oil to her back. “Oh boy, this is good!!!” Donna thought and set her mind at ease and just focused on the free massage.

After the initial overall rubbing and oiling the Asian girl undid her own robe, and butt naked climbed on Donna’s back. Donna didn’t even notice it, until she felt the oiled up body of the girl touch her. She had heard about body messages like this, but never experienced one. It was awkward to feel the oiled skin of the girl touch her, rub her. And as the rubbing got more intense she could sense the body parts of the girl touching her. She felt the oiled legs running up and down her calves, could feel the belly of the girl being pushed over her ass, her lower back. She could feel her tits being pressed hard on her shoulders, over her neck. The experienced hands of the girl meanwhile were all over her, loosing up her tense muscles. It was good, but very erotic.

And as she more and more relaxed and moaned from pleasure, she heard Ms Brendan moan too. She looked at Ms Brendan and they exchanged a smile, after which Ms Brendan closed her eyes again to enjoy her own girl better. Donna closed her eyes too and was for a while beautifully lost in her own world also.

Suddenly she noticed something strange however. As the body of the girl pressed against hers she felt odd hard things rubbing over her too. Without looking she understood it were piercings. She felt the hard stubs when the girl rolled her breasts over her back, she felt the belly button piercing, but even more surprising, she felt a roll of rings rubbing her legs whenever the girl pushed her vagina on her legs, ass.

She was shocked, and wanted to look at the girls piercings, but she was for the moment forced head down. All she could do was feel the piercings roll over her body. And now she noticed it, she became more and more aware of all the piercings the girl had. They actually added to the pleasure of the message, as they rolled over her exhausted muscles. But the amount of piercings in the girls vagina made her curious. Donna felt like strings of rings, studs, rolled over her ass and legs whenever the girl spread her legs and pushed her vagina over Donna's body.

As the message continued and she relaxed completely, the girls hands became more adventurous, and started to maul her ass, and down between her legs. She felt the oil of the hands cover her extensively down there, and soon after that the Asian girl’s fingers rolled over her ass crack, her lips.

Donna knew she should complain. She would complain in her past life. But now she knew she shouldn’t, she had to let the girl take her liberties. She was actually surprised by her own lack of any inhibition about it. Even when the girl’s hand started to bluntly massaged her vagina lips, and her oiled fingers glided inside her wet vagina she not only let her, but Donna even let herself enjoyed it. She bucked her hips shamelessly whenever the girl entered her, and moaned openly.

The naked oiled Asian girl excited Donna enormously as she rubbed more oil on Donna’s back and concentrated on molding her nether regions. The girl placed herself a bit lower, so her vagina with all its piercings was rubbing her calfs now, and her breasts were on her ass, lower back. Her hands, her fingers were now shamelessly exploring both her holes. The oiled fingers with the long nails found their way deep into her, rubbing her, pumping her. Donna felt the soothing oil deep inside her, and felt herself naturally responding.

From the moans she heard beside her she understood Ms Brendan was receiving the same pleasurable treatment, and this made Donna feel more inclined to let herself go too. And so she pushed her ass up to let her girl access her holes more freely. She wasn’t so happy with the fingers up her ass, but the ones in her wet vagina, tugging her lips, made more than up for it. She loved the experienced fingers of the girl. They seemed to know exactly where to go, were to touch. And although the girl was rather roughly going at it, the oil, and probably also her training, made sure she didn’t feel the slightest of pain.

As Donna was lost in her own world the girl stopped suddenly and turned Donna expertly. It was time for her front side to receive the same treatment. Donna smilingly turned, and positioned herself on her back, still enjoying the erotic waves going through her body.

She opened her eyes when she felt the oiled Asian girl sit on her belly, or better, she felt the famous pussy rings being pressed onto her. What a surprise she got!

The girl was freakish. The piercings Donna had felt were rather thick ones. The girl had two sets through her nipples, two in her navel. And when Donna looked down at her own belly she saw a string of piercings in the girl’s pussy.  The girl had whole strings of rings both in her outer as well as in her inner lips, with two or three through her clit hood, maybe even going straight through her clit!

On top of that the girl sported clearly fake bold boobs, which where like balls bouncing in front of her chest. To make the bizarre picture complete her body was full of the most obscene colorful tattoos. It was like someone randomly had added paintings of dicks, naked women, sexual poses on her body, together with Chinese figures, dragons, and scorpions.

Even her face wasn’t spared, as her lips had been obviously enlarged, her eyes were enlarged, and she had two piercings through her nose, one on the side, and one through the spectum. Her ears also had numerous small rings.

Donna shook her head in disbelief as she observed all that had been done to this girl. They had really outlived themselves on her. The tattoos, the piercings, and what was also striking was the stoical look of the girl. They had brief eye contact, but the girl really didn’t seem interested in her, apart from the massage she was giving. She was clearly living in her own different world.

The girl, completely covered in oil, continued to shamelessly frolicked with her hands all over Donna’s body. She made sure she paid a lot of attention to her breast, which soon shined from the oil and sported two erect nipples.

The girl at a certain moment even placed her ringed vagina on them, giving Donna a detailed view of piercings. Donna noticed they even tattooed her lips. She saw small black Chinese signs, as well as some overall red coloring. And the rings were brutally pierced through her lips, some even went through both the inner and outer lips. Her clit hood was a mess of big thick rings crossing one another. But Donna did find the feel of the oiled metal rings on her own breast and nipples highly erotic. Of course the molding of the woman’s hands on her legs, her thighs and her vagina helped too.

Donna did pity the girl. She couldn’t belief the girl would do this to herself. It was just obvious to Donna this was beyond anything a normal person would do. Even gothic girls had some style, some class. This was just obscene. The girl would never be able to walk in revealing clothing without showing those awful tattoos and piercings.

She looked aside at the girl busy with Ms Brendan and saw she was just as freakish. And she was satisfying Ms Brendan as well, masturbating her simultaneously as she massaged her. And Ms Brendan enjoyed it shamelessly too.

Donna closed her eyes as her girl continued to work on her, massaging her, playing with her. She was a true expert. And she did it without any emotions, without a smile or anything. Just doing her job. Even as she deliberately masturbated Donna her face showed no emotions, no anger, no lust, just an emotionless glare only Asians can have.

Donna therefore just enjoyed the massage, the sex, and left the girl in her own world. She just closed her eyes as the girl rubbed her oiled up body on her, rubbed her pussy piercings over her thighs, her nipple piercings over her nipples. She enjoyed the hands professionally masturbating her, going deep into her vagina, her ass. It wasn’t long before the first of many orgasms came over her. Donna moaned uninhibited as the waves of pleasure hit her.

The girl left her vagina alone for a while, and returned to her ‘normal’ massage, until Donna had sufficiently recuperated, at which moment the Asian girl started the whole process again. The next orgasm Donna enjoyed with her hands covering her face to shut out the big bad world. And the next the same. Soon she lost count of her orgasms, as the girl forced orgasm after orgasm onto her, giving her less and less time to recover. A tired but very satisfied Donna finally fell asleep on the table, as the Asian girl turned her back on her belly, and gave Donna a last orgasm, which she experienced in her sleep, smiling.

Hours later the Asian girl was leading her by her leash downstairs to the living room. Donna wore now a long black, see-through dress, fitting tightly around her body, letting her free breasts bounce gently under the fabric.

She wore long silver earrings, several black beaded necklaces of different lengths, swaying seductively over her swinging breast. Around her arms she was given several bracelets, jingling as her arms moved around her body. Her left ankle was also wearing bracelets, showing of her long legs.

Her hair was washed and colored with blond streaks this time, and her face heavily made up. Her eye browse had been touched up, shaved into a sharp thin line, and colored black. She had large fake eye lashes, black and dark lines were applied around the lashes. Several layers of dark bronze eye shadow made sure her eyes had the perfect slut look.

As for her face itself thick layers of pancake had been applied and her cheek bones had been accentuated sharply with dark rouge. Her lips had been colored a wet dark red, making them sharply stand out.

When she had looked at herself after following all the instructions from the Asian girl she saw the face of a wanton slut, a woman in heat. She knew she was being prepared as a gift for Ms Brendan. A late evening dish to devour.

She had not been surprised when the girl had instructed her to oil her body again after her shower and to apply some panstik to both her breasts as well as to her vagina. Her nipples were colored with the same lipstick as her lips, be it that she had to apply it not juts to the nipples, but to the areolas too. It made them stand out clearly, let alone that the brush had made her nipples harden too.

The most humiliating moment was when the Asian girl went between her legs, and carefully painted her inner lips of her vagina. To really have to allow some complete stranger to apply make up to your most private parts was degrading. Especially as the girl clearly didn’t care about Donna’s feelings. As the girl professionally worked on her lips she just directed Donna to spread her legs wide, even getting annoyed whenever Donna moved her legs due to the erotic touches of the brush. Donna had found herself heaving heavily, close to crying, from sheer humiliation as she had felt the brush scrape over her lips. She was so ashamed she was letting this girl do this to her.

The final touch of her outfit had been high classy shoes, going perfectly with the dress. When Donna was led in front of the large wall mirror in the bedroom Donna saw the new Donna looking back at her. She would have loved the way she looked, so beautiful, wasn’t it that the dress and shoes totally were in contrast with her face, body make up. And she saw immediately that the dress actually needed for her to wear a bra. Now her large sagging breasts were deforming the dress, spoiling the picture. The fabric had not enough strength to keep her breast in place. And now, as she was led downstairs to Ms Brendan, she noticed this even more as her breasts swung freely from side to side with every step. The beaded long necklaces swinging along just made it look even worse. It made Donna feel as if her whole upper torso swung from left to right, and back again.

From the stairs she already saw Ms Brendan sitting at the large table on the couch she had fingered Donna just this morning. She had looked over her shoulder and had given Donna a friendly smile, only to return to her telephone call, and ignoring her further as Donna was placed in front of her.

“Smile” was the only instruction the Asian girl gave her, and Donna obediently did.

Both she and the Asian girl waited patiently as Ms Brendan continued to talk about some business deal.

“You look fabulous!” Ms Brendan said to the smiling Donna as she closed her cell. “The massage and short nap have done wonders!”

“Thank you, Ms Brendan.” Donna said with a smile. She actually did feel good, much better than before at least.

“Spread your legs and raise you’re dress.” Ms Brendan instructed friendly.

Donna obliged and felt Ms Brendan’s hand explore her exposed painted vagina.

“Good, nicely made up.” Ms Brendan approved. “Now show me your breasts too.”

Donna pulled the top of the breast aside, letting her breast flop out. Again Ms Brendan’s hands explored the exposed private parts, rubbing up the already erect nipples a bit more.

“Okay, pose squatted on the table.” She told Donna, as she instructed the Asian girl with her hand to shift the table a bit more towards her.

Donna stepped upon the lower table, and bend through her knees, making sure she lifted her dress so Ms Brendan had a good view of her wet vagina. She smiled a bit shy, as she felt terribly exposed now. She was offering herself again to her tormentor with a smile on her face!

“Okay, let’s discuss the situation, before we have a nice late dinner.” Ms Brendan told Donna, as she laid back on the couch, enjoying the view the exposed housewife gave her. “You enjoyed yourself today, right?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan, very much so.” Donna replied honestly. Not only did she enjoy herself, but now also diner would be served! She hadn’t eaten anything decent for over two days now, apart form some quick bites. Would she really get a lavish diner?

“Okay, and you understand why I treated you like this?” Ms Brendan asked on.

“No, not exactly Ms Brendan.” Donna replied “I… I expected to be punished again.”

“Expected or wanted?” Ms Brendan noted “I mean, you deliberately disobeyed orders with respect to the pictures and you didn’t dress appropriate in the beginning of the weekend. That you did on purpose, knowing you would be punished for it. A bit masochistic don’t you think? But I still want to help you with your terrible sexual problems, and have some fun with you at the same time. You still want to be my girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna answered halfhearted.

“You like having lesbian sex?” Ms Brendan asked.

Donna hesitated a bit, thinking of the brutal SM she had experienced, as well as the lovely kissing and caressing “Yes… Ms Brendan.” She finally answered.

Ms Brendan smiled understanding her predicament. “You don’t like the punishment, the rough sex, right? Ah well, that’s understandable. It takes some time to enjoy pain, to admit you enjoy pain. But you eventually will, or at least endure it much easier. I’m not going to lie to you it won’t happen again, Some things are just too good to pass up.”

“But you would prefer lesbian sex above heterosexual acts?” Ms Brendan asked on.

Donna didn’t know what to say. The lesbian sex wasn’t bad, she actually liked it, at least much better than for instance the rapes she had endured on the island. But she thought of sex with Robert, and that was good too. At least the last time with him had been great. But sex with other men was not something that Donna wanted, ever.

“I see you wondering. Let me clarify this a bit. You are a whore, right?”

Donna nodded.

“And whores fuck for money. Now do you rather have sex with a strange man, or a strange woman?”

“A strange woman, Ms Brendan.” Donna answered.

“Thought so.” Ms Brendan said “And you are my girlfriend, right? You still want to be my hot little girlfriend, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan… I love you.” Donna answered. She wanted to flatter Ms Brendan a bit, so added the ‘I love you’ on purpose.

Ms Brendan couldn’t hold back a laugh as she saw through Donna “That’s a good one, Cutty…”

“…So you are a whore, and you want to be my girlfriend.” She continued her logic “That’s what I expected. Now if you are my girlfriend, I don’t want you to have sex with all sorts of men. I find the thought of touching a pussy that has been contaminated with sperm disgusting, let alone the thought of those disgusting sweaty male bodies rubbing all over you. But you still want to be a whore, if not alone because you need to make some money, you need it to pay for all your debts, right?”

“Yes, Ms Brendan.” Donna could see where she was going.

“Therefore I propose you become a lesbian whore. Sell yourself to ladies only, not to men.”

She looked at Donna who started to think it over. Still, it did look more promising than being a whore, haunting bars and picking up all sorts of men. – and their diseases.  The latter absolutely terrified Donna.

“It means for instance you’ll fuck the ladies you saw at the party Friday. They would love to have you in their beds, between their legs. And I can still keep you as a girlfriend, and even enjoy all the wonderful new things you’ll learn from them.”

Donna quickly concluded that this was indeed a better option than fucking all sorts of men. She thought about the men she had flirted with, that had felt her up. She too was disgusted by the thought of them ramming their ugly dicks into her vagina. Better yet, this was so much more the way she had thought her flirting with Ms Brendan would turn out. And though sex with the other cruel ladies wasn’t really something she looked forward too, she figured that by pleasing Ms Brendan as her girlfriend she would let her work more, and whore less. Than she would make enough money anyway.

“I… I think I would like that, Ms Brendan…” She answered carefully, still waiting for a catch.

“Think about it, Cutty… I mean refuse every dick…” Ms Brendan looked her in they eye “…Also the one attached to that husband of yours…”

Surprised Donna shifted uncomfortable on the table. She had not expected this. Not at all.

“I… I don’t know… I don’t understand… Ms Brendan…” she finally stammered. “I mean, he’s my husband, my family. I must have sex with him?”

Ms Brendan had to laugh again at her reply “You don’t ‘have to’ have sex with him, only if you want to. These are modern days. And if you ‘want’ to become a lesbian whore, you simply don’t ‘want’ to have sex with him anymore…”

“But… what if he performs well?” Donna tried. She couldn’t imagine Robert coming home, and she refusing him to have sex with her.

“Well, you’ll have to find other ways to satisfy him.” Ms Brendan said simply “That’s why I wanted you to understand the implications of what I’m offering. I want you to be my girlfriend, and whore yourself to other women. Preferably you’ll sell yourself to my friends so you can keep your act discrete. If not, you just become an ordinary slut, and fuck with every bloke that offers you a dime.”

“I can tell you there is much more money to be made as a lesbian whore. Especially if you let me choose your clients. Than you also have much less problems with diseases and that kind of stuff. Much less a need for a pimp to protect you.”

Donna was going through her options. She now understood the catch, but tried to imagine what the real consequences would be. How long would this last? How long would she not be able to make love to her husband? How long before he forces himself onto her? “No, he wouldn’t do that.” She knew “But it will for sure make all things much more complicated. We will have numerous fights about it if it lasts too long…”

“And I would love to have you as my girlfriend, Cutty.” Ms Brendan pressed on “II will treat you wonderfully.  I’ll make you so pretty, especially for me.. I’ll shower you in jewelry, clothes, shoes, everything your heart will come to desire.”

Donna looked suspicious at Ms Brendan, though still keeping a smile on her face. It all sounded too good to be true, yet as she thought about it, she didn’t really have an option. “If I don’t agree, she’ll make things worse for me, she’ll give me to some cruel pimp, and turn me into a real hooker. If I agree, and if I do my utmost to please her, and her friends, life might mostly be as relaxing as today. I only need to make her and her friends happy at times by acting the lesbian slut. And at home I’ll only need to fight off Robert the few times he's home. And it is only temporal, until I find my way out…”

In the end just the thought of a big ugly pimp slapping her around whenever she didn’t bring in enough money was enough to convince her. That she didn’t want and, knowing Ms Brendan, that would happen faster than her escape.

“Okay, Ms Brendan, I’ll do it. I’ll be a lesbian hooker… I’ll be your devoted girlfriend.” Donna said. She deliberately added the latter, to get a reaction from Ms Brendan. Was she serious she would be her girlfriend and would she treat her nice from now on?

“Great, sweet Cutty!” Ms Brendan said very pleased. “I’m so glad you didn’t choose  to become an ordinary hooker. I’m sure you won’t be sorry you decided to become a full fledged lesbian.”

Donna was happy Ms Brendan was happy, and didn’t mind when Ms Brendan kissed her full on the lips. No, she eagerly returned the kiss, and they bobbed their heads in unison as they kissed passionately. Donna wanted to show her she would do everything possible to please her at all times. And she placed as much emotion, devotion as she could muster into each kiss.

She knew she could do it. She knew she could act, live, the way Ms Brendan would want her girlfriends to live. Especially as the alternative was so gross. She knew things would be hard sometimes. And she new Ms Brendan would rule her life even more. She would do disgusting things as she had seen during the party, but she could do them. If it was just with women… It was just so much less appalling than the alternative.

“Now that is settled let’s discuss your next problem.” Ms Brendan said just as she stopped kissing Donna. She caressed the face of the wondering Donna and sat back again. “You have some pretty dirty pictures on the net…”