Donna woke early, as was her usual routine. She spied Lori curled up on the floor in the fetal position. Her arm was acting as a pillow. Donna stepped out of bed, stretched her arms. She went to her suitcase and pulled out a few items, placing them on a chair. She picked up her panties from last night and tossed them on the chair. She walked over to the sleeping woman. She took her toe and gently kicked her in the rear.
"Pet, get up. We need to talk." Lori rolled over and rubbed her eyes. She saw Donna's nude body and felt ashamed at what happened the night before. The remnants of the three boys had dried on her body and she felt soiled, but worse she felt she had let Donna down.
Donna looked down and said, "I am going to shower. I left some clothes, on the chair, for you to put on."
"Miss Donna, I need to shower and brush my teeth. I also have to pee. Shouldn't I do that first," she smiled and added, "I can wash your back."
"Listen, I am not sure what you do not understand about me. I expect you to listen. You didn't last night and you are giving me shit today. I really don't give a fuck what you do. But if you don't do as I say, forget about everything!" Donna stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. Lori sat on the floor as she heard the shower turn on.
Lori wasn't exactly sure what to do. She wanted this to continue but it wasn't how she expected. My God, she thought, I'm covered with dried cum and spent the night on the floor. Is it too much to ask to be clean?
She stood up and stretched her tired body. She walked over to the chair and saw a white T-shirt and short denim skirt on the chair. It must be Donna's but didn't look like anything she would wear. It was more something a young woman, like that Chloe would wear. Next to the clothes were a pair of black lace panties.
Lori picked them up and recognized them from last night. They were Donna's. She raised them to her nose and she could smell the strong odor of a women and of panties that had been worn for almost 20 hours. The smell wasn't pleasant, yet Lori found herself pushing her tongue into the crotch.
Lori slid on the panties, they were a little loose because the elastic had been tested all day. She slipped on the skirt which was well above her knees and the T-shirt. The white material was thin and her nipples were clearly visible. It was too short to tuck in but it reached to the waist of the skirt. At least her stomach wasn't exposed.
Lori heard the shower stop and walked to the door. She dropped and spread her knees. She placed her arms behind her back, straightened her back and cast her eyes downward. She waited and waited. She could hear Donna drying her body, then the roar of the hairdryer. She could hear her dressing on the other side of the door.
Finally Lori heard the door unlock and she fought the urge to look up. The door opened and she could sense Donna looking at her from the doorway.
"Well, Pet it seems you have remembered some things. Stand up and put your suitcase on the bed."
Lori moved as quickly as she could, stealing a quick glance at Donna, seeing she was wearing a very striking lavender colored summer dress. Once she had her suitcase on the bed she resumed her kneeling position.
Donna laughed, "Trying to score points with me? Stand by the bed." Lori rose and watched Donna unzip her suitcase.
She rummaged through the contents making two piles. One was of all her lingerie and most of the clothes she had brought. The other pile was her toiletries and one dress. She had Lori pick up her sweater from last night and put it in the second pile. The worn skirt was placed into the first pile. Her shoes were left in the suitcase.
"Last night you proved to me you are a horny lady. You also showed me you are not serious about testing your submissive side. You cannot have it both ways. This is the last opportunity. Do you want this to continue?"
"Yes, I am sorry about last night. So much happened so fast. I didn't mean to anger you. Please forgive me."
"I am not kidding about this being the final chance. You may be okay with lying to your husband but I won't have it with me."
The words cut to the quick, Lori hadn't thought about him, "Yes, Ma'am. I am sure."
"All right, take those," she pointed at the first stack of clothes, "and throw them in the trash container by the pool house. If you need to pee or crap, use the pool restroom. Return here in ten minutes."
Lori wanted to complain that she was making her dispose of expensive clothes, things she would wear when they got home. We could bag them so I won't wear them she thought. She looked at Donna and knew any question or protest would end badly. She scooped up the pile and left the room. She dumped the clothes and quickly used the girl's room. She splashed some cold water on her face and brushed her teeth with her finger.
When she arrived, Donna met her at the door and told her to follow. They got into the rental car and drove in silence. Lori was afraid to start any conversation and Donna seemed not willing to. After about fifteen minutes Donna pulled into a Denny's and the two women sat in a booth. It was late morning and the restaurant was only partially occupied.
Donna ordered coffee for the both of them and an omelet for herself and a fruit bowl for Lori. Lori was hungry but did not object. Once the coffee arrived she spoke to Lori for the first time.
"Pet, today I have a lot planned. I won't go over what I expect of you because we covered it this morning. First we are heading to the furniture showrooms for me to see if I can find something for my remodel. While there you will be Lori and I will look forward to your opinion. When I use your other name, you will not be free to converse. You will only speak when directly spoken to by me. If others question you, you shall only respond if I allow it."
"Yes, Miss Donna." Lori could feel the familiar wetness begin to form.
"You will now go to the restroom and remove my panties. Put them in your purse and return. When you sit down I want you to lift your skirt so your bare ass is against the booth. Go."
Lori quickly followed the instructions. She only paused briefly to smell the mixture of her scent with Donna's, mingling in the soiled panties. When she sat she didn't bother to check if she was being watched. In one deft motion she sat and flipped up the back of the skirt. The upholstery of the booth felt cool and rough against her ass.
The waitress brought their breakfast and before Lori could start Donna spoke,"eat with your fingers, Pet."
Lori dropped her fork and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl. She glanced around the room and saw no one was watching so she continued to eat with her fingers. She felt so silly with her bare bottom on the booth and eating like a toddler.
