Cutty

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Preparations for a Vacation

At home Donna took her time to dress up for work. She was still shaking from the emotions she had been through. It was awful to think of how she is treated as a sex object by some lesbians, how they played with her, how they constantly threaten her, how she was forced to admit she was a whore. On top of that she felt hurt as she thought how she treated her own family, how she neglected them, how she had hit her own daughter out of sheer frustration of her own situation.

And just now the neighbor looked at her funny as she had jumped out of her car in the short fur coat. Not only did she disapprove, but you could see her thinking, knowing Robert was gone. Just thinking about the gossip that would spread through the neighborhood was making her shiver. Her life was a mess, and would only get worse.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. Still naked with just her coat and high heels on, her legs spread obscenely, but she didn’t care. She looked at the papers on the table. The contract, the invoice, the tickets. It felt like blood money somehow, as she went through them with her free hand.

“Too late to bring it back.” She thought “Maybe I should stop all of this and come clean?”. She pondered about it for a while. But as always she decided it wasn’t the right moment. “First I’ll have to at least make it up with Julie.” She figured “And for that I’ll need Trixy on my side. For that I’ll need some time. And these tickets will help me with that. I need them. After the vacation I will search for a way out...”

She finished her coffee and stood resolute to make things better for her. She pushed away the doubts and fears she had “First work, than Trixy, than Julie. And than we’ll stop all this.”.

At work she called Trixy on her cell to ask her kindly to have a talk. Trixy reluctantly agreed. Donna knew from her reaction she was happy her mother had called. Trixy would go ok.

Work itself was great too. She was complimented by her boss and several colleagues. It seemed ms Brendan had told everybody she was very satisfied with her work. Donna enjoyed the compliments and the attention, even though she had her doubts what work ms Brendan was referring to. But Donna was herself very satisfied with her work up to now. All projects in which she participated were up to date with the necessary documentation: project reports, budget spending, she had all in order, even though she was working only half days. “Keep it up and you might be back to full time employment.” Her boss had even mentioned.

All in all it was clear to Donna that it was so much better to be on the good side with ms Brendan. It was amazing how much power even the slightest compliment of her had. “She really has the power to make and break people with just a small effort. All her employees follow her whims to the letter.” Donna thought as she wiggled a bit in her chair. “My boss knows I’m doing a great job, but only when ms Brendan says so does she take action on it. She must be instructed like that. Does she know in what sort of situation I’m in?”

Donna looked at the office of her boss. It was just besides hers. She pushed the chair back to think a bit while stretching her aching muscles. “She doesn’t look like her type, or like someone with a freaky life style as she has. But than again, Ninon looked like the average housewife, polite, a little bit timid, and look what she’s capable of...”

No she hadn’t figured out yet who of her surroundings, if any, knew of her escapades. “Maybe she really separates her personal life from work.” She thought, but dismissed it immediately “No, I am here because she placed me here, and I am definitely one of her private life ‘projects’. She just lets you wonder, be uncertain about who knows. It’s just another way to control me.”

She folded her legs tightly as that terrible itch in her pussy and ass came up again, forcing her to wiggle some more. Another reminder of her ordeal. She rolled back to her desk and picked up the phone “Have to call my doctor, ‘cause this is just not normal, then the bathroom...”

 

After work she went straight home. She had called for permission from Ninon to skip Gym, and Ninon agreed after she explained the situation. Donna knew Ninon was lenient with her because ms Brendan was happy “She probably got some reward too.” It was inevitable for her not to shake her head in disbelief as she considered her own situation. People being rewarded because they ‘trained’ her to have sex with her husband on command. Let alone the act of this morning. She was amazed how similar to her nightly exercises the sex with ms Brendan was “She only came faster, and harder. Probably because I acted just as she likes, just as I was trained to do.”

Finally at home she had a small space of time on her own. She used it to freshen up and  dress in something more comfortable than her business suite. And of course she took her time scratching herself. The itch in both her pussy and ass had been increasing all afternoon, and she just needed some relief. Her pussy reacted more and more violent to the itching, producing more and more juice. Her ass, well, when she looked in the mirror it didn’t look any different. But inside she felt like it was burning all over. Luckily she had an appointment early the next morning. She had insisted on it, as she wanted to get rid of it before she went on vacation. “I don’t want to have to explain these itches to some local doctor from the islands, that would be too embarrassing...”.

As for her clothing, she didn’t dare to slip into some of her ‘old’ clothing. Fear Ninon might walk in and disapprove were keeping her. So she chose a silk slip, one of the few that was kind of decent, it was just short. At least it was covering her private parts, and she added it with a long satin robe making sure she was kind of normal. Of course she wore it with high heels, the ones ms Brendan gave her just this morning. She thought that if Ninon or Ms Brendan would pass by, that would please them, and she desperately wanted to stay on their good side. “Ridiculous” she just murmured to herself in the mirror. “I need to stop this soon, even if it means losing everything. I will lose my family if I don’t...” Yet she forced herself at the same time to apply make up too. Not too much just some liquid sponged over her face, some pink lipstick, and some light blue eye shadow. Her lashes and eyebrows she just painted black. “Not too much, so Trixy won’t mind too much, and not too little so Ninon can’t complain if she decides to barge in.” Donna didn’t really expect that to happen, but you could never know.

When she looked at the final result in the mirror it was a bit overdone. “I look like some madam of a brothel with this silk night gown, and the satin robe, the high heels...” she shook her head “Oh, how I wish I could just wear some of my old clothing, if I still had any...”

She went down stairs and pored herself a wine. She needed some alcohol before confronting her youngest daughter. She was nervous. It would be kind of her first time she had to really apologize for doing something way out of line as a parent, and on top of that, she couldn’t tell the truth to her, not the whole truth at least, so it would be like walking through a mine field. Trixy was a smart observant kid. And mouthy.

Trixy entered when she just finished her second glass. She shrugged from the cold and took off her winter clothing. Donna saw her looking at the fur coat hanging with the other coats. She knew Trixy was wondering what made her mom even buy such a whorish coat. And she knew she had recently used it too.

She walked into the kitchen and saw her mother waiting for her.

“Hi mom.” She said, as she looked at the way her mother had dressed “...Expecting someone?”

Donna smiled, ignoring the remark about the way she was dressed. “Hi Trixy, come and sit, want something to drink?” She stood up to fetch something for her daughter.

“Some hot coffee would be ok...” Trixy said “It’s cold out there..” Trixy sat down still a bit shivering. Donna happily got some hot coffee for her daughter. She felt there was no real problem anymore between them.

“Here you go..” she said as she placed the hot coffee in front of her daughter. She sat herself down and took another sip of her wine. Just to give her some more courage.

“So mom, what was that all about yesterday?” Trixy just blurted out as she sipped the hot coffee.

Donna was taken by the direct question, but than again, she knew her daughter, and could have expected it. She wasn’t like Julie who would wait for her to start.

“That’s what I wanted to discuss with you. I’m so sorry I lost it. I was under a lot of stress, have been lately, and it just exploded yesterday.”

“It was more like you wanted us out of the way all of a sudden.” Trixy replied.

Donna had thought of a correct answer to this question, but hadn’t really found a correct one, that is, one without sex in it.

“And you should have seen your face when Julie told you what she thought of your recent behavior” Trixy continued “You turned beat red, and just snapped.”

“Yes... “ Donna agreed.

“You thought we didn’t know, hadn’t thought we had noticed your new image. And you didn’t want dad to know.”

“True. Some... knew things have happened to me...” Donna said, deliberately answering very slowly, wanting to hear what Trixy thought of the new Donna.

“Like the way you dress just now.” Trixy said “You never used to dress up at home, and why would you do now? Dad is gone, you’re just having a talk with me, your daughter.”

Trixy was on a roll “So we noticed you dressing up more, going out, the phone calls from all those men, you switching phone regularly, mom, even we sometimes don’t know what your number is!”

“You have changed the guest room into something really weird, just for Ninon, who is, on top of that, not really moving in. And who is she actually? She’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but why is she suddenly in our house? She’s not like your old friends at all.”

“For that matter, you don’t see any of your old friends anymore, grandma and grandpa have called several times for you, but you’re never here anymore.”

She looked her mom in the eye “The only good thing is you allow us more time to go out. But I have a feeling that is just because you are so busy with your own new life...”

“Now tell me the truth mom, you had some kind of bet going on about hitting on dad? ‘Cause you’ve been screwing him the whole weekend, and you wanted us away even on Sunday afternoon.”

A silence was in the room. Donna’s mind was racing as she looked at her daughter. She was actually proud she figured out so much. But she could not know the real truth, so what to say? Than she figured Trixy had given her a good way out herself, by suggesting a bet was going on.

“You are right. I had some kind of bet with Ninon, and I didn’t want to lose. But I should have told you girls, it was just kind of embarrassing.” Donna figured she could at least partially tell the truth.

“I thought so. When I discussed it with Tina she told me it was probably something like that. Her mother is doing those kind of bets too. It is the latest ‘in’ thing you parents do. To spice up their boring love life.”

Donna had no idea who Tina was, and where she got those ridiculous ideas.

“It’s not that weird Trixy.” Donna said “Just a bet if I could have him a few times more than usual in the weekend.”

“But why be so stressie about it?” Trixy asked “Why didn’t you just tell us, your own daughters. We would have played along, given you guys your space.”

Another silence fell. Donna felt really stupid the more she thought about it. She tried to hide what was happening to her from her kids, while they were right under the same roof. They had to see things changing. She had to come up with some good excuses. Ones that left Robert out of the scheming.

Meanwhile Trixy just went on, obviously loving the fact she finally could ask her mother all about what was going on. “And the clothing mom. You dress up much more lately, why? I mean for work I figure the business suites are ok, but you are so much sexier, and I didn’t knew women had their second youth too? Look at you now. This is just beyond what is normal. Another bet with Ninon?”

Donna smiled embarrassed, not knowing anymore what to say.

Trixy shook her head. “It is a bit ridiculous. And what about the men that are calling? Are you going with them, cheating on dad?”

“No!” Donna answered forcefully “I don’t cheat on your father. It is just ....” she stammered a bit “... thrilling to see,.. know,.. I still have it... You must understand, it has been a long time since I have been going out. Going out alone. It...” Donna’s mind was racing, she saw as only escape to her situation her diary: if she just kind of followed the stories within that book of lies, she could make it believable. It was believable according to ms Brendan and Ninon, so why not to her daughter? “... It is just new to me to flirt with men so much.... When I went out with Ninon she kind of pushed me to try it, and... Well, with my experience in years I turned out to be rather successful.” She looked at her daughter to see of she bought it. It looked that way “And well, with the alcohol... It just made me make some slip ups. The wrong men get my number, and I don’t want that, so I switch phones.”

“Don’t you think you are overdoing it not just a bit?” Trixy replied. “I mean, once, maybe twice, but lately you have switch what, 5 or 6 times from phone? And still you go out.”

“It is kind of addictive.” Donna admitted “And Ninon is fun going out....” which she actually was, Donna recalled. If only she didn’t push her every time to go further and further with the men.

“And you forbid us to go out, warn us about alcohol, men.” Trixy smirked.

“Well, then you understand why I didn’t want you to know about it. I was afraid for this reaction. How can I make my daughters understand it is wrong, when I am doing it myself?”

“Worse.” Trixy corrected “You like it, love it, don’t you mom?”

Donna felt trapped again. “...Well, yes... but...” she stammered. She actually didn’t like it at all, she always worried about her marriage, what her daughters would think, and it was just against her nature to flirt so much with men.

“No buts, you love it. And that’s a fact.” Trixy interrupted. She was so in awe with her power of the situation. Donna could just see her enjoying her mothers predicament.

“Ok, you’re right, but it doesn’t mean you girls can do the same. I have some self control, you are just pray to those men.”

“Mom, we’re not stupid you know.”

“No, I’m serious Trixy. I love you girls so much, and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt. And I don’t mean just heart broken. Men can be vicious. Especially those in the bars, and preying on girls like you, who think they know it all.”

“Mom, don’t try to turn this on to me. You are the one doing the strange things. You are married, and go out flirting with men. I don’t think that is such a good example for us. And honestly, I am afraid what will happen when dad finds out....”

“I am too.” Donna admitted “I am too, that’s why I was so angry and afraid when Julie started to shout all her findings at me. You’re dad was right there in the shower!!”

Trixy was thinking about it “Well, I guess I now understand your reaction a bit better, mom. But was it really necessary to hit Julie like that?”

“I have been going to the gym, I just didn’t knew my own strength, and hit her way too hard. I didn’t aim for the nose.”

“Hmm.” Trixy sipped from her coffee again.

“And what is happening with the guest room?” Trixy switched subject.

“Another embarrassing subject” Donna sighed. She had hoped she could switch the story to the trip to the Caribbean, and to getting Julie to forgive her. But Trixy wasn’t totally satisfied yet. She wanted to know everything now she had a chance.

“Why are you refurnishing it? Why like that?”

“It was Ninon’s idea, and it seemed ok at the time. It came out a bit too much...”

“So you agree it looks like some whore house room?” Trixy inquired  “It doesn’t look like anything Ninon would like.”

“But than again she does know Tina’s mom..” Trixy added.

Donna looked at her daughter intently. She now got suspicious about this Tina, and her mother. If she knew Ninon, she might know ms Brendan too, and it would mean her daughter was hanging out with the wrong crowd.

“Who is this Tina?” she inquired.

“First the room, don’t try to change the subject mom. I asked first.” Trixy said.

“Well, we both kind of designed it, and we got a bit carried away.” She tried to explain “And by now it is too late to change. I hope to place some plants and flowers inside the room, to make it less bizarre.” The latter was true at least, Donna thought.

“And what is the new purpose: what exactly is going on during your nightly escapades to that whore room?”

“Let’s keep calling it the guest room, please.” Donna corrected Trixy. She didn’t want her to use that vulgar language with her.

“We take kind of a night cap, have a review of the day. Ninon likes that, and I want to please her as much as possible. She’s a good friend, and needs some help...” She hoped that would satisfy her daughter.

“Just that?” Trixy asked still suspicious. She looked her mother in the eye, searching for the truth.

“She suspects worse, but hopes what I just said is all.” Donna knew.

“Yes, just that.” She answered with confidence. She still could read her daughter like an open book.

“Ok....” Trixy just said. She was out of questions finally.

“Look...” Donna said lovingly “I do have a surprise for the both of you. Kind of to make it up. Not for the fight so much, but more because I have been neglecting you both lately.”

She pushed the tickets towards Trixy, who looked pleasantly surprised. Trixy opened them and started to smile when she saw the destination. “The Caribbean!!!” she said out loud “We are going to the Caribbean with the holidays!!!”

“Yes, we wanted always to go, and now I’m working I could save some money.” Donna lied. “You want to go?”

“What about dad?” Trixy asked while she admired the tickets.

“He has to work unfortunately...Ms Brendan told me. You know, his boss.” She explained “And it will also mean we won’t visit the grandparents. And I don’t think they will join us in the Caribbean.”

“Oh, mom, I don’t care!” Trixy said enthusiastic. “The Caribbean... It’s soooo great to go there.”

Donna smiled, and relaxed. She had won over Trixy. She had one daughter back.

Trixy couldn’t sit down anymore, she just jumped up and hugged her mother, and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, thank you, this is great!” she shouted. Than she stood still for a moment, thinking “I’ll have to tell all my friends!” she said and barged out of the kitchen up to her room.

Donna finished her wine very satisfied. “When she is finished telling all her friends, she’ll have her talk with Julie, who should be home by then, and after that talk I’ll apologize.”

She stood up after a few minutes to move to the living room and watch some television. It would enable Julie to enter the house and avoid Donna. Donna knew that is what Julie wanted right now.

Indeed when Julie entered she avoided Donna. Donna pretended to be watching the television, but she knew Julie was peeking into the living room, before silently going upstairs. As she hoped she heard her knock on Trixy’s door, and go in. That was going alright up to now.

What did worry Donna was the time Julie entered: almost 10 o’clock. Way too late for Monday night. “But she probably hoped I would be out again with Ninon by this time“ Donna figured.

She listened intently as she heard the girls make exciting noises after a while “The tickets are shown” Donna smiled. Trixy was doing her part in patching up perfectly. “Now she’ll call her friends to tell them about the trip. Time for me to wait a few hours, let her go into bed, and then go in and have a talk. After that the vacation will heal the rest.”

Donna just relaxed and watched some television. It had been a long time since she felt so relaxed. Work ok, her family in order, ms Brendan happy, Ninon happy, everybody nice to each other. “I’m getting everything back under control.” She smiled as she stretched herself on the couch.

Later that night when she was sure Julie was in bed falling asleep she walked upstairs. She knocked on Julie’s door, and as she expected it was not locked. She opened it slowly.

“Julie?” she whispered into the dark room.

“Hmmm?...” Julie muffled back, obviously almost asleep.

“Julie, can I talk to you for a sec?” she said as she entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“If you must...” Julie replied.

Donna smiled. She knew her daughter, if she didn’t want it all hell would have broken loose by now.

“Listen” she said as she moved to the bed in the dark “I want to apologize about last night. I was way out of line. It won’t happen again.”

She got a silence response.

“Look, by now you have spoken to Trixy. I ‘explained’ her the situation I was in. But you should understand better what I was going thru. Your father is a very, how would you say, cautious man. He puts everything aside for work, and I agreed with that. I have always supported him through the years. But these last weeks I have been kind of naughty, I did things I knew Robert would disapprove, simply because of what other people ‘might’ think. But it was harmless fun.” Donna fell silent for a moment. She thought of what she was saying. Would her daughter buy the lies?

“So... so when you started to shout all you’ve seen of me in the past weeks with your father so close, I panicked, and you just wouldn’t stop, I... I’m sorry.” She sat down on the bed and squeezed the leg under the sheets softly.

“Mom... I’m dead tired. I appreciate you coming in here and trying to explain what you did. I just don’t feel like talking to you right now. Maybe tomorrow, or later...”

Donna smiled. She knew it would take a few days, but Julie would forgive her. She stood up and walked silently out of the room. On her way out she saw the ticket of Julie lying on her desk. The light coming in from the door shone right on it. “She appreciates the ticket, thinks it is to make up...” Donna thought as she closed the door silently behind her “Good night.” She said softly to Julie, who just murmured something back. “Well, let’s consider it a make up ticket from now on.” Donna thought as she happily walked down stairs. She wanted to finish her evening doing nothing. Tomorrow would be another busy day.   

The next morning she woke up early and hurried to the bathroom. She wanted to do her morning chores before the girls woke up, so she could make breakfast for them. With Ninon not their she also had to bring them to school. Donna bent over and inserted the enema tube. As by now normal she used the tube to scratch the itching inside of her ass too. The itch reminded her she also had an appointment with the doctor. As she felt her stomach fill she brushed her teeth and cleaned her face. The last part she had to bent all the way down, but by then she was finished with her face anyway. She pushed in her butt plug and got up. With her belly filled she went under the shower and washed herself. She washed her hair too: it wasn’t necessary anymore to be careful with the curls. They had done their job.

After the shower she sat down on the toilet, removed the butt plug, and just let everything flow. Next she cleaned up, and stood up.

By now she had to hurry: as the doctor lived next to ms Brendan there was a good chance she would walk into her, and thus she needed to make herself picture perfect. She therefore had to take her time to oil her body, shave her legs, her arm pits, and of course, her vagina. As she worked on it she noticed how her juices were flowing. Her vagina was reacting to every touch by producing more of it. This was what was worrying her the most. It was not normal how much fluids it was producing as a reaction to the itch, and to the touches. Even the thought of a dildo made it produce more fluids.

She oiled her body all over, and started to dry her wet hair. Luckily it was short so that was no real problem. Next she combed it, and by the time she set down to makeup her face, the oil had sunk nicely into her skin. She actually loved taking care of herself this way. Paying so much attention to her own body was relaxing. And it made her look good too. “If only they didn’t force me to go for the slutty look.” She thought as she watched herself in the mirror “Just my old self but a bit improved would have been perfect.”. But now she found her skin too dark, her hair color not her style, and as she applied the makeup it was just too much, too thick, too visible.

She used some liquid base on a sponge and applied it heavily. She mesmerized she never had liked it when she saw other people with thick make up, and here she was applying it exactly that way to herself. The only good thing was it kind of covered her wrinkles, but she always had been proud she had so few at her age.

Once the base was applied she started on her eyes. She was going for a blue shade this time, and applied it in various shades, as she had just recently learned. The eyebrow she had to shave again, and then she darkened it. The end of her eye lids she darkened, together with the eye lashes. It made her eyes stand out beautifully.

True, it was a sophisticated slut she saw looking back at her, but a slut none the less.

And the underwear she had to wear was the cherry on the cake. It was covered by her blue business suite, but she knew what she was wearing, and why. The skimpy lace panty barely covered her private part, actually just drew attention to them, and the push-up bra made her breast stand out too much.

She looked at herself as she switched shoes, off went the plastic high heeled pumps she was using to shower and dress up, and on went the black high heels, completing her business attire. The heels were also just a bit too high, but it was the way ms Brendan and Ninon liked them. She paraded in front of the mirror looking at herself in her blue business suite with white blouse, and her heavily made up face. She knew she was looking how they wanted her to, yet she couldn’t bring herself to feel comfortable with it. She dreaded the moment one of her former friends would see her and ask her about the changes. She feared she wouldn’t be able to convince them she did this on her own, and next they would start to check her out, and she didn’t want that. Didn’t need that. Not now. That’s why she avoided meeting with them, didn’t return their calls, didn’t show up at the usual gatherings. “I need to solve things by myself first.” Donna told herself as she straightened up in front of the mirror “And I can do that, I will do that!”.

She went downstairs to fix breakfast for the kids. By now she heard them busy with showering and getting dressed. After breakfast she would bring them to school, and then she would go to the doctor. She sighed from relief by the thought alone. This time the doctor would not be able to send her on her way without some proper medicine.

She prepared a kind of special breakfast, just another way to proof to the girls she really was sorry, and wanted to make up for it. Some hot tea, some vegetables, bread, and corn flakes. She also laid some additional money on the table, so the girls could buy something extra at school. She arranged the tables nicely, placing the girls’ plates just  like when they were young.

She was already cleaning up the kitchen when the girls came running down.

“Wow, you’ve really outdone yourself mom!” Trixy said as she saw the table. Julie just silently sat down, and started to eat some of the vegetables. Just like all the kids her age she was quite concerned about her weight, and refused to eat milk and other foods with too much fat to her liking.

Donna silently joint them as they ate. She had only fruit too, only she did it because she was told to. Told to be on a diet. But truth be told, as it made her body perfect, she didn’t mind anymore. She was by now used to eating less, and exercise more anyway, and the results were more than satisfying. A good looking body, and she felt more in shape. Now she finally had a moment to consider this she actually had to admit she felt wonderful. She was now for the first time really rested, at ease, and not too much in a rush, and she just felt how her body was improved, she felt healthy.

“Delicious mom.” Trixy said when she was finished. Julie said nothing, but Donna saw she enjoyed the breakfast supreme too.

“We have to get going, I have an appointment at 10:00 all the way at the other side of town.” Donna said as she finished her last grape. She collected the plates and just placed them in the sink. “Come on, hurry, hurry.”

The girls stood up and collected their coats and bags, and the team went out into the car.

When she dropped off Trixy she tried to see who this Tina girl was. She saw a girl walking up to Trixy and next they jumped hysterically. Donna reckoned she was Tina and Trixy just told her again she was going to the Caribbean. She observed the girl but didn’t notice anything unusual. It was just an average girl, with average light brown hair, kind of like Trixy’s.

“Hurry up mom.” Julie told her, and she immediately started to drive. She looked into her rear view mirror trying to get one more glimp of this Tina.

“I’ll have to meet her when she is over at our house, I will tell Trixy I want to meet her.” She decided. “Than I can see who Tina really is.” But she was happy the girl looked normal, like a normal teenager. No kinky wardrobe, no signs of ms Brendan.

She dropped off Julie who left the car muttering a “Thanks”, and was alone once again. She watched Julie walk into her school as she wondered how her life had changed. She used to love bringing the kids to school, and was really involved in their education. Lately she was just pushing them out of the car because she always was in a hurry. And rarely that was because of work. She put the car in drive and drove away. It was no use daydreaming, not with that itch coming up again.

As she drove up the street of ms Brendan she felt creepy. A kind of fear took over as she felt she was being watched. She nervously parked the car in front of her new doctor. She hoped her attire was to ms Brendan’s likening, and she inspected herself several times before she got out. They could be looking at her.

As she got out she remembered to do it elegantly, and she walked remembering to keep a straight back, cross her legs when walking, and swing her hips and arms. It was the cat walk she had learned and she knew ms Brendan would want her to see her use it, especially now she was parading in her street.

She rang the bell and stroke a pose, hip out to the side, one leg straight, the other a bit wide, her hand on her hip and the other straight down. As if she had reached the end of the cat walk. Showing of her clothing to ms Brendan, if she watched. And though she was nervous, from the outside she looked arrogantly. She checked the street, and tried to peek into ms Brendan’s house, but saw nothing.

The buzzer went and she was let into the doctor’s house.

She shrugged off the cold as she walked into the waiting room.

“She’ll be right with you.” The nurse behind the desk said.

Donna looked around and saw nobody was waiting for the doctor. That was good. She sat down and picked up some doctor’s magazine, and flipped through it  uninterested.

Finally after about a good fifteen minutes the doctor’s office door opened and a woman a bit younger than her came out. Donna observed her and saw immediately she was in the same situation as she was. Maybe worse.

She was also wearing high heels, but higher than Donna’s. She wore a business suite just like Donna, but her skirt was shorter, much shorter, showing much more of her legs. Too much. The short skirt ended just above her brown stockings, showing the final garment as she walked, and thus a bit of her own flesh. Her coat covered much of her upper body, but Donna could see her blouse had a deep V-cut, showing her large, pushed up breasts. And of course as a  trade mark of ms Brendan her face was heavily made up.

True, it looked still acceptable, but to the trained eye you could see she had an abnormal amount of make up on her face. Her eyebrows were shaven off, and a thin black line was painted to replace them. Her eyes were done with several shades of eye-shadow, it glittered in the electrical light. Her eyelashes were long, black, and fake. Her lips were a bright shiny red. Her face plastered with thick layers of base.

Her hair was obviously colored into a platinum blond, and she wore it straight to the back, in a knot. With her long earrings she had a snobbish, hot look, if not slutty. But what stroke Donna the most was her eyes: they were wet. Obviously she hadn’t gotten good news. But also those eyes were belonging to a different personality than her looks were showing. Donna felt she knew exactly how the lady felt, she felt the same when she was forced to wear ever more revealing clothing.

As the woman passed her on her way out she felt sorry for her. She watched her as she took some deep breaths before straightening up and opening the door. Ms Brendan could be watching, Donna understood.

“The doctor will see you now.” The nurse said from her desk, waking up Donna from her thoughts.

She stood up and walked to the white door the other lady just came out.

Upon entering the female doctor was sitting behind her desk going through some papers.

“Donna. Please have a seat.” She gestured Donna to sit opposite from her at her desk. “What can I do for you?” she asked as Donna sat down.

“I still have that itch.” Donna said “It is just getting worse....”

“Hmmm...” The Doctor said. She suddenly looked kind of annoyed at Donna, which made her feel uncomfortable. An awkward silence fell in the room.

“Look..” the doctor finally said, as she played with her ballpoint, tapping it on her desk. “We all know why you have that itch in those places.”

“Pardon?” Donna said surprised.

“Well, it’s your life stile.” The doctor explained. “If you have an itch in your vagina, and in your behind, you would expect you would give them a rest. But from what I’ve heard from ms Brendan you actually stepped up your sexual escapades. Trying to break a record last weekend, selling sexual favors, becoming some kind of a secret whore.”

Donna was thunderstruck. Not only did she knew of her escapades, but she pretended as if she did it out of her own free will. Donna thought she was one of the few people who knew the real situation, and above all, who at least felt sorry for her. Now it turned out she either didn’t know what was really going on, or maybe even was a part of it, and played the game along.

“I...” Donna tried to say something, but was lost for words. She just looked with big surprised eyes at her doctor.

“I even more dislike the fact you are betraying your husband, your family. You seemed the proper housewife, faithful, trustworthy. But you really are just one big slut.”

She opened up the dossier of Donna “It should be no surprise to you ms Brendan let me read some of your stories from  your diary, which you shared with her. She had to as I couldn’t belief you actually offered your sexual services to her.” She looked again at Donna with a disgusting face.

“To think I felt pity for you when I first met you. I thought you was a woman who was just way in over her head, but... you really are something!”

She glanced into the dossier again “Let me explain what is in store for you. As a prostitute you’ll need to come by every week to check for any VD, especially if you want to be on the short list of Ms Brendan. I do all her hookers she uses, as I have the results faster than anyone else, making the chances of her party girls infecting her clients minimal. On some parties I even check immediately before, and report the results before the hookers are set free to roam the party.”

Donna couldn’t belief her ears, she had expected to pay a brief visit and get some medicine to relief her from her itches, and now she was being told she had to have a regular VD check. Suddenly she was considered a common prostitute, a call girl which was used by ms Brendan to service her clients. How could ms Brendan tell this to her Doctor? Was she believing it for true, or playing along? Donna couldn’t figure it out. The whole situation just overwhelmed her. She never expected this story to leak. Not like this.

“As you are both an employee and a whore you must understand by the way that the normal secrecy of what is going on in this room, in your body, does not hold. As you are a whore I need to report everything to ms Brendan, as stipulated in every contract she has with your type.” The doctor continued.

“Everything..?” Donna asked back absent minded, still too busy comprehending her situation.

“Everything. If not she voids your contract, and you wouldn’t want that, now do you?”

This question made Donna’s mind work real hard. It was a moment she could come clean, and just be done with it, and let the truth come out. But she couldn’t figure out if her doctor was for real, and didn’t know she was lied to. And if she acted it was obvious that telling the whole truth would just bring her all the problems she tried to avoid. But if she agreed with her now, it would mean that even if she was unaware, she would belief ms Brendan’s story, and her story of being a whore was out.

Donna shook her head slowly. Her mind was going over her new situation. How she was now considered to be a real prostitute. But she didn’t want to have her story out on the street just yet. She figured, as she had so often done lately, it wasn’t the right time. She had to go along with ms Brendan’s scheme for now. And she had concluded the doctor was in it. She just had to be. She remembered how she knew about ms Brendan’s life style, and thus she couldn’t possibly not know what was going on. “How could I not see she was the enemy? It was so stupid to transfer my family to her, I played exactly into their hands once again!”

“Didn’t think so. It would mean no more pleasure vacations like the one you’re going on next week.” The doctor smirked to Donna, seemingly oblivious to Donna’s mind set  “And now you want me to fix you so you can party in the Caribbean while your poor husband is working his ass of.”

Donna felt sick, emotionally she wasn’t up to this, not after all she went through already. And the doctor just new too much. She hadn’t expected to be humiliated like this.

“Please...” she said “Just look if anything is wrong, and give me something. If I can’t use my vagina for a while give me a letter so I can ask for a few weeks off. But just please fix it.”

She sighed. “Just don’t fuck with my mind anymore” she thought wearily, but didn’t say that out loud.

She wondered if her secrets were still safe. Was ms Brendan telling everyone everything she did to her? And the way she brought it was just a big lie, but she had the signed papers. Would she now have to succumb to the wimps of the doctor too? She didn’t look like a lesbian. Would she treat her family, her daughters differently now? She just had the whole family transferred to her. On Ninon’s advice! It was all a set up, they were all playing with her!

“Undress.” The Doctor instructed coldly.

Donna automatically stood up and she started to take of her coat “Everything?” she asked. Her mind was still spinning around, thinking of her future, and she didn’t really care about her current predicament anymore.

“For now you only need to drop your skirt and your panty, I just need to check your private parts down there.” The Doctor replied “But when you are back from hopping all the natives you report back to me early in the morning for a full check. Then you’ll strip completely, don’t worry.”

The cold answer was another dagger into Donna’s hart. But although she felt like crying she braced herself and just dropped her coat on the chair, and loosened the belt of her skirt. As she dropped the skirt she saw the Doctor looking at her under garment, disapproving. She felt humiliated as she herself looked and had to agree it was slutty, whorish. If she really didn’t know what was going on the lace small panty gave her a confirming message. As if Donna was prepared to undress for a ‘client’ at any time.

Donna smiled nervously as she wriggled the panty down. She really didn’t know what kind of behavior, act, was right at the moment. She rolled down her stockings after she laid her panty on her chair. Next she took off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing her lace push up bra.

“I told you only the skirt and panty.” The doctor remarked.

Donna blushed as she stopped undressing and turned to her doctor. She was so busy with her situation in her mind she totally went into automatic pilot, and was embarrassed to find out that meant undressing totally. “I am already acting like a slut.... undressing so easily...” It was more the fact the doctor thought so lowly of her it made it so bad, else it could have been a normal mistake. Now it all just added to the list of perverted actions.

“Okay, we don’t have much time, I don’t have much time, just climb on top of this desk, and squat before me, so I can have a look.” She instructed. She pulled aside some papers, making room for Donna. “I don’t want to set up the other room for such a simple inspection like this.”

Embarrassed Donna waited for a few seconds, not believing she was really expecting her to climb on top of her desk. But as she saw the doctor making space she knew she was serious.

The doctor looked up and saw Donna hesitating. “Look” she started “Just jump up on this table and get it over with. I don’t want to install the chair in the back just for something which I already now what it is, how it happened, and how it should be cured.”

“It’s just to make sure it is not something else, which I think is a very, very remote possibility.”

Donna sighed, as she lately so often did before giving in anyway. She walked up to the desk and hopped on, and positioned herself squatting in front of her doctor. It was odd, but she had positioned herself like this numerous times lately, and for worse acts than a physical inspection.

She saw the doctor shaking her head in disapproval again, and wondered what she had done wrong. Should she have refused? But then she saw what she was looking at. She had put her shoes back on! It was so normal for her to do everything with her heels on, she just simply had stepped back into them, and now she was squatting in them like some slut in front of her doctor. Again the wrong impression, and she began to understand how she had learned a new behavior during the past months. It was worse than she had imagined...

“Let me see....” the doctor just said as she pulled on a plastic glove, and took a small wooden stick to inspect her vagina.

As the stick touched the inner side of her vagina, and the doctor held her lips aside with her hands Donna felt her body reacting automatically. The position she was in wasn’t helping either. Her vagina started to lube up, preparing it for the fuck it was expecting to get. Also the sticking and gently stroking caused her itch to increase. Even her ass started to itch incredible as a result. Donna bit her lips as the doctor continued, and she knew she must notice her juices flowing.

“Quite a reaction we got going here.” The doctor finally said as she took out the wooden wet instrument, and fetched another dry one. The coldness of the remark made it all the more embarrassing  for Donna.

And of course on top of that a phone call came in. She saw her doctor looking up annoyed, but picking up the phone anyway. On speaker phone as her hands were busy. Donna just sighed “Just my fucking luck, somebody calling now...”

“Who is it?” the doctor asked.

“Julie something”  The nurse explained

“Ok put her through.”

“Hello Julie...” the doctor said said. Donna looked surprised down, was it her Julie?

“Hi ms Dow....” Julie’s voice!

“What is the problem?” the doctor asked as she quickly picked up the phone and took it off speaker phone. Obviously she didn’t want to have Donna know what was going on with her daughter. 

A long answer followed, and all the while the doctor kept the new spoonlike object inside Donna’s vagina. She wasn’t really moving it, but even the small movements she did make with her hand, and the movements Donna made as she got tired of her position on the bureau made her vagina react more and more. She felt her juices were about to flow out of her vagina.

A knock on the door and the nurse entered with some papers. Donna jumped a little from surprise, and looked embarrassed over her shoulder to the incoming nurse. As expected the nurse was a bit taken by the scene in front of her, but the doctor gestured her to hurry up, and so she walked up behind the desk and gave her a dossier.

Donna looked down in embarrassment and her mind went through all that was happening again. And she was curious what Julie wanted from the doctor. Was it a coincidence she was calling now? She couldn’t believe that. But if it was not, it meant Julie was also somehow involved! What she feared the most, and was hard trying to avoid might already have happened, if Julie was also drawn into this web of deceit!

“No, “ Donna recuperated “That can’t be the case, she hasn’t changed so much. This must be something else. I’m not thinking straight right now.”

“Ok, but you know I have to take it up with your parents...” The doctor said to Julie.

As Donna looked at her to find out what she was talking about she also noticed the nurse was still waiting for the doctor to finish whatever she had to do with the dossier she had brought in, and which was now lying just below her.

She saw the smile on the face of the nurse. The young lady was laughing at her. She just could see her thinking ‘What a stupid dumb slut.’, and she was right. Donna especially felt dumb. She looked ridiculous, and with that wooden spoon inside her she didn’t even dare to move. The doctor was too busy with the phone, and she was afraid if she would do anything to cover herself up she would be in trouble with ms Brendan. And she didn’t even know that for sure. “Fuck” Donna thought to herself “I am now already afraid just of the thought she might tell ms Brendan. What if she is not involved at all? Than she wouldn’t tell, and I should cover myself up, jump of this desk, demand to be looked at in the other room. Demand to be treated with respect...” But she knew she didn’t dare to act that way. She desperately wanted to walk on the safe side for now.

The nurse kept openly looking at her. She even looked her straight in the eye, and Donna had to look down. She observed herself, the unbuttoned blouse, the exposed push up bra, her tits sticking out, with hard nipples. Her legs spread, her shaved pussy exposed. Her outer lips were pushed aside by the spoon and it gave them a clear view of her pink flesh.  And she was leaking! She was leaking on the dossier!

“Donna!” the doctor exclaimed as she just hung up the phone and saw her leaking too. She pulled the dossier away from the leaking pussy.

“Can’t you just.... “ she didn’t finish the sentence, obviously she was going to say something insulting, and could just hold it in.

She took a tissue and carefully tried to remove Donna’s liquid from the dossier. The nurse also helped, trying to lessen the damage. She was openly giggling now. Donna felt her blood rushing to her face, “I’m... I’m sorry, ... I” she muttered trying to excuse herself.

“Please...” the doctor said holding up her hand, obviously furious, and not in the mood for excuses. She breathed a few times trying to catch herself again.  

“Ok..” She said as she looked at the dossier. “The damage seems to be not that big.”

“I’ll just retype the first pages.” The nurse said with a wicked smile on her face. Donna really started to dislike the woman. She was mean.

“Thank you...” the doctor said, and she turned her attention to Donna once again. She picked up a new wooden spoon after throwing the soaked one away. “Let’s finish this...”

She peeked into her vagina, who was by now producing juices like crazy. There was nothing Donna could do about it. The doctor pulled a plastic bowl underneath her to catch it.

“Okay, turn around let me check your ass.” She said as she withdrew the spoon from her vagina.

Donna reluctantly turned, and bent over on her knees to give her free access to her ass. As she did and grabbed the side of the top of the desk she noticed the nurse at the door still looking at her. Still having that big smile on her face.

Donna turned her face down and concentrated on keeping her ass exposed for the doctor. Trying to forget the stupid nurse. She heard the door open and close, and she sighed a relief. “That bitch is gone.”

In the mean time the doctor was sticking another wooden spoon in her ass, opening her up. She had to fight the urge to wiggle her asshole around the sticks, just to scratch herself.

“The itch is terrible...” she muttered as she felt the doctor poke around, checking her inside.

“It is quite irritated.” The doctor confirmed “What have you been sticking in you?”

Donna wasn’t sure she was supposed to answer the question.

“Just...just some dildo’s, and ... and I give myself an enema almost every morning...”

“Hmmm.” The doctor said as she silently looked around some more.

“Okay, you can get up.” She finally was finished with her exam.

Donna crawled off the table as fast as she could. Her pussy and ass itched even more right now. She had to scratch a bit, and she used her dressing up to secretly scratch herself both in her pussy and ass.

“You have a very large allergic reaction in both orifices. It’s not an infection, yet.”

The doctor explained as Donna got dressed. “Something you push inside there causes an allergic reaction. You’ll have to figure out what. Can you give me an idea of what you’ve inserted up to now? Something you probably didn’t insert before.” She was writing down a prescription.

Donna sighed “I think it is the dildo’s I’m using now.” She looked embarrassed at the Doctor.

“That could be it, an allergic reaction to the rubber.” The doctor agreed “Can you stop using dildo’s for a while?”

Donna looked at her thankfully. How she wanted to have her say this! “Yes, of course!” She replied enthusiastically. She sat up on her chair, eagerly awaiting the doctor to give her a letter describing her situation.

“Ok, that’s settled, no dildo’s for a few weeks, and see if it helps.” The Doctor just said, and she smiled at Donna, handing her the prescription.

When she saw Donna hesitating she looked at her suspicious “What is wrong?” she asked Donna.

“I.. I was expecting a letter too.” Donna replied uncertain.

“Just stop with the dildo’s for a while.”

The doctor obviously didn’t understand, or didn’t want to understand. Donna bit her lip as she got ready for the next humiliating scene.

“It’s for my...” she stalked mid sentence. How would she call Ninon and ms Brendan, her mistresses, her trainers?

“For your pimp?” the doctor asked in disbelief “You need it in writing for your pimp?”

Donna was trapped once again, if she said no, what explanation would she give? Her mind was racing through her options once again, and again not finding a solution. Not fast enough anyway.

“Alright, a letter for your pimp.” The doctor said as she started to write a letter, shaking her head as she did. Donna just kept silent, knowing anything she would say would only make it worse.

“Here you are.” The doctor said holding out the letter for Donna.

She stood up and grabbed the letter, murmured a “Thank you” and left the room quickly.

“Oh, and by the way, your daughter called for the after-pill, I figure that won’t be a problem?” Donna was too busy to really grab the implications of this request of her daughter, and just answered a quick “No, no problem.”

Outside in the hall two more women were waiting now. She greeted the nurse ashamed when she passed and the nurse greeted her back with a big smile. Se quickly went outside and inhaled deeply. She leaned against the wall for a while putting her mind at ease. She finally got to her car, and drove to work, trying to forget her humiliating session, and vowing never to go back to that doctor with these kind of issues.

The following days were really different. She wasn’t bothered by nobody, not Ninon, not ms Brendan, not even her driver. Her daughters were busy buying stuff for the vacation, and slowly her relationship with Julie was getting better. Robert was enthusiastic about them going to the Caribbean, and even congratulated her on a job well done. The irony. The families had a bit more problems with it. Apart from finding it ridiculous Robert had to stay in Asia they wondered why they had to leave to the Caribbean, instead of spending time with the grandparents. They added of course how they hadn’t heard much of them lately. But Donna explained them they would be back for new years, and that they would celebrate the new year as usual, at their residence. When they finally accepted she could focus herself on the vacation. She really needed the break to clear her mind. After the vacation she promised herself she would take drastic actions to stop it all.

But most relieving was the medicine she used against her itching. It almost totally stopped it. The only side affect was that it made her juices flow even more. Donna wondered if it was because the irritation actually still existed, and the itching feeling was only suppressed, or that the medicine added to the problem. She had to use menstrual pads to keep from leaking. But going back to the doctor was out of the question. She hoped a few weeks without dildo’s, sex, together with the medicine, would solve the problem.

The night before the departure Donna arrived home late. Work had been killing and she had forced herself to go to the gym one last time. She had followed her schedule as usual, not wanting to displease ms Brendan or Ninon. But especially work had been demanding the last days, as a big project was coming up, and she had to do all the preparations before she could go on vacation. She had worked full long days apart from her gruesome schedule.

Tired she drove up her dark parking lot, and she saw Ninon’s car. She got out wearily and just too tired to even fear for whatever she wanted.

Inside the house she was greeted by her two daughters who enthusiastically showed her beach wear they just were given by Ninon.

One look told Donna enough “You can’t wear those, that’s like almost walking naked!” she said to them, as she held one bikini bottom in front of her. It was barely more than a string, even in the front it was just a little wider “If you spread your legs it’ll glide inside!” she said.

“But you chose it for yourself?” Ninon said. Donna looked at her with anger, as she saw her standing on the stairs looking down at her. She immediately knew she was being set up.

“Girls, leave your mother, she’s obviously a bit tired.” Ninon hushed her daughters away, who ran laughing with the skimpy beachwear into the kitchen. “Come Donna, I have packed your bags for you, just as you asked me to.”

Donna carefully walked over to her, and she was taken by the hand and lead upstairs.

“Ninon, please...” she started.

“Shhhh, don’t ruin it.” Ninon said as she guided her into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat her down on her own bed,

“I just helped you out a little, by buying some beach wear, as you were too busy.” She said.

Donna looked at her suitcase on her bed. It was open and nicely packed.

“Don’t bother looking into it. Just know we bought the same stuff for your daughters too, and we expect pictures of you all having fun with them. I told your daughters you bought them yourself through internet. It is not stuff you’ll see in your average clothing shop.”

“Why?” Donna asked miserable.

“It is not that bad, just some super sexy clothing. Don’t go all haywire over it. “

“But why my daughters too?”

“So you don’t fall out off tune too much. And they don’t mind. They want to be super sexy. It’ll help you.”

“Please stay away from my daughters?” she just asked as she started to cry.

“Don’t cry now, keep it together!” Ninon said friendly. “I packed your suitcase, your daughters are packed, all you need to do is go to bed. Tomorrow I even bring you all to the airport, and its off to the Caribbean with you!” She hugged Donna, and made her stand up.

“So just be positive. Now off to your daughters, they are preparing a tropical cocktail to get into the mood!”

And Donna was ushered out the room back down to her girls, where she was greeted by their cheers. And after she had gulped down the first strong cocktail she actually came by, and the rest of the night they all had big fun imagining all they would do the coming week. The skimpy beach wear laying in the middle of the table, and was a source for many romantic fantasy they told each other.