Chapter 42 - A Business Meeting
Donna walked up to Ms. Brendan's door, cuddled in her new long and warm winter coat. It was part of the new wardrobe she apparently had ordered through the Internet. Donna would have never spent so much money on such an obscene coat; she looked so cheap in it.
But most of all, it was the idea of animal fur that was bothering her. For as long as she could remember, Donna had been strongly opposed against the killing of animals for something so senseless as their fur!
Regardless, she had to wear her fur coat because her New Rules required it. Donna had to dress in something visibly erotic. Disobeying the rules wasn't an option, even if she had to cast her own morals aside to comply.
"Still," she told herself, "it isn't as bad as some of the things I had recently done."
"And anyway," Donna had to admit, "this coat was warm, - soft and so very warm."
As she rang the bell, Donna shivered a bit from the cold and wrapped the fur coat even more tightly around herself. She almost stamped her feet to get warm.
Luckily, she stopped herself in time, or else the Ben Waa balls would slip out again. With no panties to help hold them in, they would clatter on the cold pavement; anyone would be able to see. Now that would be embarrassing!
She looked around the neighborhood at the other rich villas. Just to see actually who would notice if that happened.
"How many people would know what goes on here?" Donna asked herself.
"They must see strange people coming up to the house; after all these years, they must suspect something? Some things must have happened out in the open. Somebody must have seen something?"
"Then again, if you didn't pay much attention, I am dressed in a fairly normal way right now. The coat is not that bizarre. Cheap yes, and flashy. But not too strange so people would think I'm weird somehow." She pondered.
She also thought of the normal business suit that she was wearing. Normal clothing that would not alarm the neighborhood.
The business suit drifted her mind to more pleasant thoughts.
"This afternoon, it is work again - luckily. And I have so much to do! I'll never finish in time. We have a meeting with possible investors. I need to prepare the papers for the first draft of the plan to give to the government. I need to ..."
"...And why do I have to attend this lunch meeting with her 'contacts'?" Donna abruptly asked herself.
Wondering, Donna looked at the closed door, hoping it would open soon, before the cold took total hold of her. But she didn't dare to ring again.
"I don't have time for this right now. Networking, okay, ... that's fine, I can see that there must be time allocated for that. But today, I'm just swamped with work."
Donna smiled to herself as she said this. She had been swamped yesterday too and would be tomorrow. Friday too. And probably even Saturday also. Her new life was just too much.
The work was great though, and that's why she felt happy, now. She was about to dive into it again, even if just for a few hours. Donna absolutely loved it. Her business life was so challenging, so fulfilling. And such a good escape from her other life!
Her mind went to yesterday, her Tuesday session with her psychiatrist Melinda and Bridgette. Donna had been surprised at first that Bridgette had shown up, but it turned out Melinda had called Bridgette in advance and convinced her to come.
The session itself had been another gruesome one during which she had to explain her lesbian 'desires' and her utter lack of interest in Robert's dick. She had spoken convincingly about her new feelings towards women and how those feelings had overtaken her. How she loved her new-found, lesbian emotions.
Melinda had even forced Donna into a stammering admission of how badly she lusted after Bridgette. Worse, Donna had 'confessed' to her attraction to the other members of her group of friends, or any sexy female for that matter.
Donna lies had to be convincing and it was awful to see her succeed and Bridgette believing them and look at her with disgust as she shifted in her seat away from her. Bridgette had looked at Donna with barely hidden revulsion since that first awful confrontation in Donna's home, but now Bridgette was unable to conceal how much Donna sickened her.
True, Donna admitted, remembering the scene, she had been a sight to see. Even without blabbering about lesbian love, not to mention gushing about her new web site, Donna had looked the part, had shown up dressed in a whore's costume.
She hadn't selected it; Ninon had conveniently laid out the clothes on her bed that morning with a weekly schedule note. Ninon thought it a just outfit, she had written, because Donna would be emerging as a whore during the therapy session.
Donna understood the message. Looking at her new life, it actually made things easier when she had to pick a theme outfit to go with what she was scheduled to be doing. She just had to look at her schedule and what she had to do that day, what would happen, and dress accordingly. It took away the burden of thinking up something new all the time.
It's how she had selected her outfit at home this morning; Ninon had scheduled her to clean the house and so she decided on the "French Maid" costume - with Ninon's approval, of course.
After gruesome punishment sessions two nights in a row, Donna had decided to ask for permission for anything and everything she did. Anything to avoid the evil pain Ninon inflicted on her, especially to her most sensitive parts.
Donna didn't want to think of that now and distracted herself by moving around a bit. Her Ben Waa balls rocked about again, sending tiny erotic vibrations to her already itching and wet crotch.
On top of that the large butt plug was extremely uncomfortable; it was larger than she had become used to. Ninon had given her this one, and it has been torturing her ass since yesterday. Especially when she had to sit down. Its outside handle would push it deeper, giving her a really painful full feeling.
It was almost impossible not to think of sex now. Whether it was due to the constant sexual stimulus, the pain from the sexual abuse, or simply due to the way she looked and the humiliation it usually caused. Donna understood this was exactly their purpose, but she was fighting it all the way, fearing what would happen if she would let go.
Her mind wandered back to how she had looked yesterday. Donna had worn a top that was sizes too small, a short metallic blue skirt, black fishnet stockings, and cheap plastic platform shoes with towering heels.
The look that Bridgette gave her when Donna had invited her in!
Bridgette had been about to walk away on the spot if Melinda hadn't come up from behind and convinced Bridgette once again that she had to stay to help her 'troubled' friend.
During the whole weird session, the fake plastic bracelets and long hoops in her ears rattled disgustingly with every move she made. Her make-up had been in style with the theme, bright red lipstick, metallic blue eyeshadow, lots of panstick and rouge on her face. She knew she had had achieved the right look when Melinda complimented her.
"In the last few months, I have learned how to use make-up like a pro," Donna thought sarcastically, "I hope the message has reached Ms. Brendan. At least that would be a small benefit of the humiliating facade."
These thoughts brought images of Bridgette's face when shown her pictures back to Donna. Melinda had told Donna to do so. Bridgette's eyes had almost fallen out.
Her over-reaction had surprised Donna. Donna had thought the pictures had been pretty lame; she had not even been whipped for real!
But for Bridgette the pictures were outrageous. Bridgette had gasped time and time again as they browsed through the pictures, covering her mouth in shock, as Donna was shown to be well fucked by a freaky Asian girl.
It had been a revelation for the both of them. Both had in their own way been shown just how obscene Donna's life had become. For Bridgette it was likely a first time she saw a close friend in some bizarre sexual scheme. For Donna it showed her just how far her 'normal' has shifted away from the norm.
Donna shivered as she felt the humiliation wash over her again just as it had when she had shown those pictures. It was a feeling of shame, of hatred towards herself for being so weak, so spineless. And those feelings were amplified by the knowledge that she would continue to do as she was told in the future too.
Telling herself that she was just going along until the right moment couldn't alleviate Donna's mood anymore at that time. She just had not been able to believe it. She just couldn't see a way out; couldn't believe there was one. She had felt such utter despair, she had felt so incredibly lost.
Tears sprung into her eyes as she remembered and Donna anxiously looked up at the door again; "Open damn it, open! "
Unwillingly she thought back on how she had spent last Monday night at Ms. Brendan's mansion. How she had licked Ms. Brendan's pussy for the longest time, masturbated herself on command after Ms. Brendan had had her orgasm.
Humiliating, stupid... How could she do these things? Ms. Brendan even had made her sleep at her feet, leashed to a bedpost. Donna had done just that! Just had slept gratefully at the bitch's feet!
And this morning; how she dressed up in a French maid's costume without someone forcing her to! She had cleaned the house in high heels, with a too short skirt and her big breasts bulging out of the too-small corset. The Ben Waa balls falling on the ground repeatedly... and nobody even came to check on her! Donna had just stupidly obeyed her New Rules.
Last night with Ninon, leashed, whipped, being trained to lick pussy endlessly, to fuck herself, trying to stuff that damn black dildo into her cunt, she hated herself! Hated to know that she had no other excuse for what she was doing but her own weaknesses.
Much to Donna's relief the door finally opened, breaking off her depressed thoughts.
"Come in," the driver callously instructed, letting Donna enter into the warmth of Ms. Brendan's mansion.
"You can leave your clothes on," she said.
Donna had hung up her coat and was automatically stripping off her clothes.
"Come here." The driver opened the closet and pulled out the dreaded collar and leash.
"Straight up." The driver warned, making Donna pull herself together, and stand up straight. "Good..."
Donna felt the collar being tied around her neck, and the leash being attached. Tears sprung into her eyes again. She had no will power. All her life she had thought she was a strong person, someone with clear boundaries. But now Donna she saw herself as a stupid girl. A stupid cow who couldn't take care of herself, who so easily had let herself be tricked and who did the most disgusting things just because she was told to.
Her mind wandered again to the session with Bridgette. How they browsed through her pictures on her laptop. Downloaded by herself but only because Ninon had told her to! The pictures had fitted her lesbian story perfectly too. During browsing through the pictures, she had gone along explaining herself, guided, even corrected, by the ever-sharp Melinda.
