Punishment
As she had been trained, Donna first went to her room to prepare herself. She undressed and showered quickly, then used a lubricated dildo to scratch the ever-present itch in her pussy and ass.
Next, she sat down to apply make-up, a lot of make up this time to cover up her sleepy face. It had been a long day for her, much too long.
When she looked at the result of her quick make over, Donna was satisfied. The thick black eyeliner, mascara and the red eyeshadow hid her sleepy eyes, and the panstik on her face with the red rouge on her cheeks even gave her a fresh, awake look. As if she were almost blushing.
Donna had used gel in her hair to get it to look fresh and wild, to complete her hot, horny and ready to go image. The oil on her deeply tanned skin did the rest. She slipped into a see-through, short white robe. Donna recalled the 'no underwear' rule and left it at that.
She looked at herself in the mirror, posed a bit, and thought she looked okay.
When she entered the guest room, Ninon was waiting for her, a whip and an old dog chain in her hand.
"Okay, I want to start to practice the new rules that you have been given," Ninon said, "and a chain will be necessary in coaching you."
Donna sighed and stood in front of the closed door not knowing what she was supposed to do. Before, she would have walked over to Ninon, fallen to her knees and licked her to an orgasm while she masturbated to several of her own as well. But now, it was clear that she was obviously in for something new.
Ninon smiled as she looked with pity at Donna. "Oh yes, you haven't read the new rules yet, have you?"
Donna didn't understand what Ninon meant, and just stood still, awaiting further instructions. Ninon walked over to Donna to inspect her from nearby.
"Make up is okay. You're getting better at it," Ninon said as she inspected Donna's face.
She took a step back and glanced at Donna's entire body.
"The pose must be more confident," Ninon criticized.
"Stand like a model. One foot flat; the other, on its toes. Arms straight down. And a smile on your face. Breasts pushed up and out."
Donna complied.
"Ok, now let me look at you..." Ninon inspected Donna a second time.
"Turn around," she ordered.
Donna began to feel just as she had when she had been inspected at Ms. Brendan's house. She turned slowly, smiling, showing of her body as best as she could.
"That you can do better. Again, and wiggle your hips more. Take slow, small confident steps, and look at me as much as you can. I don't want to see you staring off somewhere at the wall. Move your arms with more confidence. Do not let them hang like dead weight."
Again, Donna complied. She turned as she swayed her hips in short arcs, side to side, letting her arms move easily, looking seductively at Ninon.
"That's better," Ninon said. "Now this is how you present yourself from now on. You have to seduce whoever is looking at you, the person you will have sex with, whether you know the person or not."
Ninon began to give more instructions.
"First, you hold the pose for a few seconds, then turn showing off your entire body, and at last come back to your pose again and hold it. Your customer must have a clear and total view of what she or he bought. You need to invite him or her to use your body anyway they see fit."
"Okay, now it's time for a critique. You are much too decent."
Ninon pulled the white robe aside with the whip, revealing a naked breast.
"For instance, you forgot to apply make up to your nipples and rub them until they were stiff. Your nipples must always be erect. Rock hard."
"You have to really show how much you love having sex. Dirty sex. You are going to present yourself to each of your customers exactly for the kind of sex that each one wants. It will be difficult to know at first, but as you get repeat customers, you'll find out their preferences and remember them. Or you'll find out when they call you.
"Soon, you'll have a regular catalogue of sexual turn-ons."
The whip caressed Donna's breasts and then drifted down to her belly piercing. After Ninon silently played a bit with the short glittering chain that dangled there, she traced the whip across Donna's dark skin until the tip slid between Donna's nether lips.
"Next time, this must be wet, much more then it is now. The wetness should be visible from a distance, maybe even have it dripping down your thigh. But that depends on what your customer wants, of course.
"For that matter, I've already taught you some of the things that Ms. Brendan wants to hear, wants you to do, and I will be teaching you new things that she likes. You're going to become an expert in lots of new and disgusting acts, nasty new ways to satisfy your clientele, new ways to advertise what a slut you are.
"From now on, you say exactly what the person in front of you wants to hear and you will make it believable. Understood?"
"Yes, N... Mrs. Bondain,"
Donna was uneasy; she didn't know what would come next and feared for the worst. Ninon's tone of voice was threatening.
"Ok, now for something new." Ninon held the chain up for Donna to see. "Let's teach you how to walk on a leash."
Ninon wrapped the old dog chain around her neck. Donna felt awkward but stood still. The chain was cold and reeked of unwashed dog smell. It wasn't like the fetish pictures or movies that Donna had been ordered to watch where the chain was clean and shiny.
This was just a cheap dog chain for sale in any pet store, and a used one at that. How this could this ever be erotic?
Ninon stepped back and looked at the setting in front of her, holding the chain.
Ninon nodded: "Okay. Now let's walk."
She tugged at the chain, forcing Donna to step forward. Ninon moved towards the bed, and Donna meekly followed, the chain dangling between them.
"There! That was easy, wasn't it?" Ninon smiled, as they reached the bed.
"Yes, Mrs. Bondain."
Actually, it was kind of ridiculous. They had barely gone 10 feet.
"Now when I do this...," Ninon pulled the chain down a bit, "...you kneel."
Donna knelt in front of Ninon.
"And with this," Ninon gave the chain a sharp pull up, "... you stand."
Donna quickly stood again and fell back into her approved pose.
"Good." Ninon nodded her approval. "You get the picture. Now let's do a bit of walking and kneeling."
For the next ten minutes, a weary Donna was paraded about the room, repeatedly forced to kneel and get back up at the pull of her chain. She felt odd as she did so. Ninon complimented her on her prompt reactions as if she was performing a most difficult exercise.
