Consequences, the check up
Donna was sitting in the spacious living room of Ms. Brendan. The light of the cold December sun was pouring in through the glass door leading to the terrace. It brightened the white room only so much. Especially if you had only recently experienced what a real hot tropical soon was like.
The grey appearance of the light only added to her dreadful feeling. It was too cold to sit outside now, and even inside it was chilly. Especially if you were as naked as Donna.
She nervously flipped her legs the other way, crossing her right leg over her left this time. The platform shoe floated through the air as she did so. She adjusted the straps of the shoes for the tenth time. She looked at the door wondering where Ms. Brendan was...
And in what mood she would be.
"The platform shoes do not promise anything good..." she figured.
By now she had learned the connection between Ms. Brendan's mood and what she was told to wear in her house. Being told to wear only the see-through platform shoes indicated she was pissed. It was the clothing for someone about to be punished.
She feared she would be whipped again. And for what? It was so unfair!
She switched legs again and fumbled with the straps of the heavy shoes. It was not that they were not fitting her, it was more a nervous tick.
"Hello Cutty." Ms. Brendan said as she finally walked into the room, "How are you?"
Donna stood up immediately.
"Fine, thank you Ms. Brendan."
She walked over to her and kissed the willing Ms. Brendan. Her tongue went into her mouth and eagerly fought with hers. Her hands were around the petite body of Ms. Brendan, caressing her lower back.
"I love you, Ms. Brendan." She whispered as she looked Ms. Brendan in the eye after the passionate kiss.
She saw the smile around Ms. Brendan lips, knowing she had given her one of her best kisses yet. She hoped it would please her, and thus would help herself.
"You are getting better at it." Ms. Brendan complimented her. "Sit down."
The cold instruction reminded Donna who was still in charge, and who was still angry.
She quickly walked back to the couch and sat down. She made sure she placed her legs alongside each other, with her knees together and a bit to the side, so her legs looked longer. Her body upright, and her breast pushed forward a bit.
She wanted to look at her best, show Ms. Brendan she still had taken good care of her own body, despite the vacation.
With her freshly oiled body, her nails done, her hair with the fresh cut, she was for sure a site to behold. The spa had done wonders, again.
Ms. Brendan sat down and looked at the married women who exposed herself to her. She crossed her legs and held her knee with both her hands. She looked intently at Donna for a long time without saying a word. Donna kept smiling back at her keeping her pose.
The Caribbean sun had colored her nicely, Ms. Brendan saw. There is always a difference between the real and the artificial sun. Though the artificial suntan would be kind of be better for Donna, it would tell the world she was a slut. Especially as she had to go for the darker suntan.
But Ms. Brendan was pleased to notice she did her best to pose as she did. It was so wonderful to see a woman like Donna posing like this. It was in essence a descent pose, one for sophisticated businesswomen, legs together, decently to the side, and her back straight up.
Yet naked, on the whorish platform heels it showed her off as a sexual plaything. Something to use, to abuse. And her face full of stress, fear added to the feeling of superiority Ms. Brendan loved so much. Like a dear looking into the bright headlights, defenseless, at her mercy.
She took her time to enjoy the view of this woman.
"What should I do with you?" Ms. Brendan finally broke the silence.
She waited a few seconds before she continued.
"You surprised me, actually. In a negative way that is.
"Normally when I allow a girlfriend to enjoy the fruits of her hard labor, her obedience, they come back to me rested, and usually with a fresh spirit. They usually used their vacation, free time, to do whatever they would have done in the past. Enjoy the family, visit old friends, go shopping, you name it."
She shook her head slowly...
"But you, you used your free time to get into trouble. You used it to enjoy your newfound skills."
She looked at Donna again, straight into her eyes. Donna had to look down, embarrassed.
"Have you no shame, woman?"
Ms. Brendan loved it when Donna's face turned red, as it did now.
"From what I've heard from your daughters, they are ashamed of you too. They can't understand how you could have behaved like such a slut. And you understand you placed them in danger too, right?"
Donna meekly shook her head up and down. She was right, her actions had placed her girls in danger, but luckily Dalmar had protected them at the time.
Worse was the way they looked at her now. They were so disappointed in her. She cheated on their dad right in front of them. She made a fool of herself, a willing slut.
"And it all is not true, not by far!" Donna thought miserably, "I was drunk one night, one night, and even drunk by accident. And later I couldn't do anything but cooperate. They would have caused so much more trouble.
"And once they already gang banged me all night, those extra fucks didn't matter really.
"And I was too weak to protect myself, too weak to stop them." She excused herself some more, "How unfair I am blamed for this!!"
But her girls did blame her. They avoided her since she was back.
"My relationship with them is at an all-time low..."
"The weird thing is this is kind of new to me." Ms. Brendan spoke up again. "Normally when a woman has been on her own again, and has rested, she starts to contemplate her situation, and think it over. Usually this results in them wanting to end it and take the consequences for granted.
"In short, they try to fight me, resist me."
Donna looked at Ms. Brendan again, wondering where she was getting at. She indeed had those thoughts up until the last day, when all went horribly wrong.
