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CuttyChapter 6: Saturday Morning free porn video
The next morning Donna woke up groggy, not knowing all too well where she was, until it hit her. She sat up straight at once and looked around the room, and at herself. She was covered in dried female cum, her dress laid torn on the ground. She still wore her stockings and heels, but her stocking were completely ruined.
“Ah, you’re awake!” A naked Ms. Brendan walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, “Just in time, you need to shower; we have to get going. I already ordered breakfast.”
“My family,” Donna said. “I need to call my family, I forgot to do that yesterday!”
“First shower, my dear, don’t forget the rules, you followed them so nicely yesterday,” Ms. Brendan stood in front of the bewildered housewife. “Alcohol sure lowers your boundaries. You should be more careful and not be drinking so much.” She grabbed Donna by her arm, lifted her up, and ushered her into the bathroom.
“Today we will go shopping. New clothes for the new Cutty,” she informed Donna. “You shower, shave, and come outside wearing these,” She pointed to some white open high heeled shoes. “And nothing else...” and with that made clear Ms. Brendan left to make herself ready.
While Donna was busy, she heard Ms. Brendan make several phone calls, and when she finished and got out of the shower, room service had just brought breakfast.
Donna thought back on last night, and remembered the sex especially, which made her feel awfully guilty towards her husband. Only now did she start to really comprehend that she had had sex with someone else, she had cheated on her husband with a woman.
“That damn alcohol!” Donna cursed, as she put on the pair of high heels, “This whole damn situation. I have got to get out of it, it has gone too far now.” She again recalled how she had sex, and vaguely remembered walking naked, with just her stockings and high heels on, into the hotel. “How could they have let me do that? What if management would have stopped us, kicked us out, or called the police?” She was angry at the whole situation. She walked out of the bathroom wondering how to stop this predicament, yet determined to stop it anyway, anyhow.
SMACK.
“Don’t you forget the rules, Cutty.”
SMACK, on the other cheek.
Donna forgot her whole line of thought, and just squirmed and backed up a little.
Ms. Brendan stood in front of her and looked at her impatient, “Don’t get me mad now Cutty, where’s the happy face?” Thus reminding Donna what was expected of her.
Donna meekly complied. “Sorry Ms. Brendan,” she said close to tears, as she curled her lips into a plastic smile.
“That’s better, but not yet good enough.” Ms. Brendan took her by the arm and guided her to a wall. Within seconds Donna found her wrists tied up to the wall.
SWATT
She screamed out loud, at which moment Ms. Brendan inserted a ball gag, which immediately silenced her.
“Just endure this in silence, Cutty,” Ms. Brendan said. “My patience is wearing thin. And you were doing so fine!”
SWATT, another blow with the whip on Donna’s ass.
Donna jumped around under the blows, with tears streaming from her eyes, and pain all over.
After several blows Ms. Brendan stopped. “Ready to behave again?” she asked coldly.
Donna cried and nodded her head.
“Good, I’ll untie you than, but remember, any more screw up, and I’ll beat you till you drop.”
Donna felt her painful wrists. Her back was on fire and especially her ass.
“Go bend over this chair,” Ms. Brendan said pointing to a wooly chair, as she picked up a tin can. Donna complied, and she felt Ms. Brendan apply some salve to her back.
“I used a flat whip, and did not hit that hard. So no markings are left, just some red painful stripes which will disappear in an hour or so.”
“Will you obey me from now on, Cutty?” she said as she grabbed the still softly crying Donna.
“Yes, yes, I will Ms. Brendan,” she replied.
“At least that you remembered,” Ms. Brendan said, referring to her use of Ms. Brendan at the end of her sentence.
“The rules,” Donna thought frantically. “What were the rules?” And she thought back on yesterday and tried to remember them. At the same time she recalled all of her humiliating sex acts, her lust, her cheating. Guilt set in again, but for now Donna, overwhelmed with fear, opted to follow Ms. Brendan’s lead once again. Ms. Brendan gently rubbed the salve onto Donna’s bare bottom, easing the pain Donna felt.
“Okay, I have ordered breakfast. You just sit there at the table, naked as you are.”
The casual dressed Ms. Brendan went to sit on the other side of the table.
“I want you to spread your legs, so I can see your pussy,” she said. “And move a little away from the table, it is disturbing my view.”
The shocked Donna did as she was told, and found herself almost out of reach of the dinner table, with her legs spread.
“Okay, now as you eat your morning vegetables, I want you to masturbate. And I want you to come. If I have the feeling your faking it, I will whip you all over this place. Get going,” an obvious still angry Ms. Brendan instructed.
Donna froze for a moment surprised by the request. She slowly returned to the living and brought her right hand down to her pussy.
“If possible, we would like to see some action today,” Ms. Brendan said, as she was eating her pancakes as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Donna slowly started to rub her pussy, looking with bright open eyes at Ms. Brendan.
“I don’t think you are following my instructions Cutty,” Ms. Brendan warned as she picked up her whip.
“This is crazy!” Donna thought. But she couldn’t think of an easy way out just yet, so she started rubbing her pussy faster. “Act,” she told herself. “I will act, Ms. Brendan doesn’t mind as long as it looks real...” She started to act as she rubbed her pussy, and ate the vegetable stick in her hand.
“Good girl,” Ms. Brendan said. “Now let me help you and teach you how to do this properly.”
“Obviously, you are faking it right now, Cutty.” She stood up and walked over to the moaning scared Donna, “And I appreciate that, it shows you are willing to please me.” She was now standing close to the spread Donna. “But this pussy is also obviously not wet,” the whip touched her vagina, as Ms. Brendan pulled it’s left outer lip aside. “And that is not good, now is it? Kind of ruins the performance. Too fake.” She looked at Donna who looked scared and fragile. Yet the poor woman continued to fondle her vagina, in a desperate attempt to get it wet, to please her tormentor.
“Put this hand in your mouth,” with the whip she brought Donna’s hand from her pussy to her mouth. “Yes, take out the celery stick, Cutty.”
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