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As far as the sex was concerned; If she wasn't busy fucking herself with a dildo, or licking Ninon to an orgasm, she was busy 'studying' it on the internet, or busy making herself pretty, either in the spa, at the gym, or just by applying make-up three, four times a day.
The sex included her nightly escapades to 'Ninon's room', as her daughters called it now. Whenever Ninon was in, which was almost every night, she had to skip into her room and spent long hours there after her girls went to sleep. These trips didn't go unnoticed, but she could convince her daughters it was kind of 'girl talk' they did. Of course, that didn't explain the extreme outfits, but then, Donna was wearing sexier clothing more and more by day too.
The girls didn't know the extent of the trips as they were asleep or busy in their own world. They simply got used to their mother wearing skimpier outfits. For that matter, her whole wardrobe slowly underwent a facelift. Out went the long pants, the shaggy sweaters, everything comfortable, and in came the tight-fitting blouses, short skirts, annoying G-strings, everything sexy and uncomfortable.
As far as her ass dildo and her masturbation sessions with Ninon in the room were concerned, they got heavier, kinkier every day. By now it was normal for Donna to place a strap-on onto Ninon and bend over to get a 'good fucking' up her pussy or ass, as Ninon would refer to them. She was now told to double fuck herself, in her ass and in her pussy. And she got whipped a lot. Sometimes so much she couldn't sit anymore the next day, as her ass and thighs where sore all over. Ninon explained this was necessary as she had to be able to endure pain together with pleasure.
On top of it all she had to keep posing during these ordeals. Ninon explained to her she was being thought to behave exactly as Ms. Brendan, her love, would want her to behave. Her legs she had to keep stretched, toes curled. Her ass always pushed out, her belly flat, her breast pushed forward, not too much. Her arms had to be placed elegantly, despite the obscene positions she usually was in. Her face always had to be with a seductive smile. Her movements, even when whipped, had to be sensual.
It was one of the most difficult tasks, as the pain, or just the discomfort, the humiliation of the situation, distracted Donna. She just couldn't keep posing during a whole session. She often broke down and cried out of sheer misery, but Ninon showed no mercy and after letting her cry for a short time, would wake her up with another hard thrashing.
Ninon thought her even how to cry out according to Ms. Brendan's taste. She had to sigh, breath, squeal, or make whatever sex sound just as Ms. Brendan wanted it, and when she would want it. Donna now understood why it would take a lot of practicing to get ready for Ms. Brendan. It wasn't just she had to fuck and do what comes naturally. She had to act the whole time, even when she lost control as she came, or when the pain was simply too much.
And the acting had to convince the audience, and Donna found out Ms. Brendan and Ninon were harsh critics. Ninon had explained Donna the only way to get it right was to practice, practice, and practice more, with devotion. And Donna complied more and more to this demand as time went by, as she was losing more and more the ability to fight as she was constantly tired, sore, wasted.
Yet at the same time, Donna reveled in her progress. Somehow Donna found pride in her body as it adapted quite good. She was coming much easier lately; her juices flowed more freely, and her ass had somewhat opened up to the vibrator, making it all less uncomfortable.
Actually, her forced enema every morning, every shower, did help. It cleaned out her bowels, and it actually made her feel better for a while, a strange healthy clean feeling. That was, until at night the dildo was entered once again. But it was a positive development, one of the few.
In all, she didn't have to worry too much about heating up her own body. Her nipples were easily aroused, her whole body was much more ready for sex.
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An annoying side effect of all the 'sex' was a lingering itch in both her pussy and ass which became more as time passed on. Donna wondered if it was because of all the abuse of her tender organs. She knew this made her come easier, but she also felt it was not natural. The itch made her pussy constantly produce juices, which was an advantage during her sex lessons, but it was extremely annoying, embarrassing, during work, when talking with her daughters, or when she was shopping. She constantly feared a spot would show up in her tight pants, or if it would trickle down her wet panties along her legs.
She feared something was wrong, and so she had discussed it with the neighbor of Ms. Brendan, the doctor, who had passed by on her request. On the 'advice' of Ninon she had switched her family to that doctor at that time too. Donna had agreed as this doctor at least knew partially what was going on. Therefore, she would be able to react upon it, understanding Donna's 'problems' a bit better, and the rest of her family was barely sick.
As far as het itch was concerned, the doctor indicated after some inspection she saw some irritation, but nothing serious, no infection, luckily. Yet, the itch didn't go, even when she used more lubricant, and thus her juices kept on flowing, increasing day by day. The itch even made her look forward to her sessions with Ninon and her dildo's. The last nights she even had scratched herself inside her pussy with a dildo, it had made her come along the way, and her juices had wetted the bed.
After putting away the dildo she had cried herself to sleep from sheer frustration; she was coming as she abused her pussy all by herself, no instructions given. It felt like she was falling deeper into the trap. And, of course, the itch returned before she was asleep.
And after the sessions the zooming noise of the vibrator up her ass was still terrifying Donna every night. At night when everything was quite it sounded like the whole house was filled with the noise of her ass vibrator. She just hoped her daughters would not wake up and check where that noise originated from. It resulted almost always in restless short sleeping nights, adding to her already tired feeling.
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They went out almost every night, to different places. The flirting got her in trouble numerous times. As she was instructed to wear more and more revealing slutty clothing, short skirts, high heels, hard colors, red, pink, electric blue, the men constantly harassed her when they went out. She did learn to cope with them more and more. She adapted her attitude to her clothing, slutty, bitchy, making most men afraid to approach her, but the ones who did wanted, expected, more and more on the other hand.
Ninon didn't help at all with them, as she just 'pushed' her towards the men if she felt Donna was not behaving as she wanted her to, meaning she would give out dirty details of her. Tell them how Donna had told her she wanted to fuck with studs like them. To avoid Ninon putting her in too difficult situations she followed the rules given: flirt with the men, kiss and fondle, and give out her phone number and house address. This soon resulted in constant phone calls from strange men asking for her.
Her daughters asked her already what was up, and upon advice of Ninon she had switched phones twice already, both her home phone and her cell. But she couldn't switch address, though no man had appeared on her doorstep yet. On top the men were always informed she was married. It gave them a sort of advantage over her, as they knew, expected, she didn't want her husband to know about her escapades.
Donna found out that the best way to counter the men who tried to abuse that fact was by acting as if she didn't care. As if her husband was a wimp. In fact, it made her a real slut in their eyes, but that at least it gave Donna the upper hand again in their flirting, having her call the shots. And being able to get rid of them if they became too difficult.
Donna's biggest fear was that it would be only a matter of time before men would knock on her door and demand more. She wondered how she would resolve that situation. Ninon had remarked that she would allow Donna to stop with the flirting the moment she thought Donna knew how to 'handle' all sorts of men, so Donna's only resolve was to 'learn' as quickly as possible.
A side effect of her switching phones was also that her friends and family couldn't reach her anymore that easily. This was kind of a blessing for Donna, who had no need to meet with her old friends just now, nor discuss anything with her family nor Robert's. She first had to sort things out, know where all this was heading to. Donna had decided that once the situation was 'resolved' and she was stable again she would pick up her lost contacts.
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Weekends were somewhat different, but no less intense. The latter two weeks they went out on Fridays, and after hopping through all the bars in town they usually ended in some lowdown strip club, or even in a brothel.
Donna was often mistaken as a dancer or hooker in those places, and it made for some difficult, even dangerous situations. Yet she somehow managed to avoid real problems, sometimes Ninon came to the rescue, but most of the times she could do it on her own.
Apart from that she learned to respect the whores and erotic dancers. She saw the hard work they had to do, especially the whores. How they usually were treated by their pimps if they didn't do a good job was awful. She found out most of them just had bad luck which made them be in the place they were now, by no means they were all low lives, or sluts.
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As far as her 'learning' was involved, she now knew what her first 'kissing date' meant with 'milf'. Due to the web sites she had to visit she actually learned all sorts of lingo and saw ways of having sex she never thought possible. She now knew the names of the latest popular pornstars and knew the latest do's and don'ts in the porn industry. She was surprised how many beautiful women were involved in porn. And how dirty hard-core sex really was.
The close-ups of dicks deep inside small assess, with the lady still smiling at the camera, the double penetration, the facials. It all had surprised her. She still couldn't believe women actually enjoyed those acts, but it was difficult to imagine them all being forced.
For Donna it was just disgusting they made a living like that. Donna was brought up to be always descent, respectable. Her friends were all respectable. Sex never was the main subject in her life. However, the last weeks she had to admit sex was almost all that happened in her life. But to dedicate yourself willingly to be just a sexual subject... No for Donna sex still had a purpose, as she thought lovingly of her daughters.
However much she learned already, Ninon had told her there was still a lot more for her to find in the future. For now, Donna had to focus on the web sites she was a member of, which were mainly softcore, and only a bit of hardcore porn, and a lot of lesbian action.
As she was instructed to, she had learned to imitate various photo sessions Ninon selected for her. She would mimic the clothing as much as possible (sometimes buying additional stuff) and practice the poses in front of a mirror, usually in Lisa's room, as the computer was there. She couldn't wait to put a computer with internet also in the guest room, but the wiring had to be in place first, the room had to be ready first. This would give her easier access to the internet, and all the new mirrors in the room would help her with her posing. When she posed in her daughter's room, there was the constant fear of Lisa barging in on her, or leaving some clue behind.
