Cutty

No character is or was ever real. No part of the story is a fantasy of the author. No part of this story may be used or posted on a site without prior express and written permission of the author.

Copyright 2009 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

e-mail: bokkey2004@yahoo.com

Chit Chat

Work was a much needed retreat from Donna’s new life, but of course only to a point. Her boss was very pleased with the work she had done at home and she enthusiastically worked Donna to keep things rolling. The experienced Mrs.  Cullington kept up a gruesome pace that the tired Donna could barely keep up with. She constantly had to pull herself together as her weary mind wandered off, and not just from lack of sleep.

Mrs Cullington had frowned at the stains on some papers and had even sniffed at others suspiciously. But worse was the constant itching of Donna’s filled holes, reaching unbearable heights as time passed by. That, mixed with the constant references to Ms Brendan and Mrs Carol, the choker and the high heels, repeatedly reminded her of what was happening to her. It made sure Donna’s mind wandered back to her unreal situation, ending always with shameful thoughts of what her daughters had seen today. Especially Trixy's role appalled her. And whenever she reached that point, Donna had to force herself back into the work at hand. For the merest thought of her latest escapades with her daughters made her skin pale, made her stomach to turn and felt as if her heart had been cut with a knife. It was simply too much to bear.

Again, she left work with a pile of papers still to process. Tired as she was, Donna didn’t even bother to think how she would manage to use Julie’s computer now her daughters were back. Donna just threw everything on the backseat and quickly got into the car. She immediately scooped up her legs and fervently fingered herself to several orgasms. She was so worked up she didn’t even care that her juices sprayed all over her seat, the steering wheel and even the dashboard. She just needed to scratch her itches over and over again. The resulting unwanted orgasms at least allowed her to escape from her woes for a while. She didn’t think of anything but the warm feelings rolling through her body, the temporary relief from the itches in her holes; a private moment to feel good.

After several orgasms, she finally cooled down. Donna adjusted her clothes, re-fitted the Ben Waa balls and the butt plug, and started the engine. She sighed a few times deeply, her mind blissfully blank. Finally she moved the car out of the parking place. It was off to the warm and comforting Spa.

And the Spa was indeed soothing. The gentle messages, the manicure, the pedicure, were all wonderful. The people even had the courtesy to ignore Donna’s whip marks, though they did deliberately used more oil to help her recovery. The Brazilian wax was by far the only painful part, and that was far less than her now ‘normal’ whippings. Donna figured she was getting used to pain a bit too much; when she had done a Brazilian wax during her student years she had screamed bloody murder, and had vowed never to do it again. Now it just got a soft ‘Ouch’ out of her. Of course, the free champagne helped to ease the pain too.

And they had let her sleep, albeit for a few minutes only. But the nap had really worked wonders. It felt so great to sleep without fear of waking up. Add the remarks she got from everyone, employees and guests alike, concerning her great figure and Donna felt she was in some kind of Heaven.

She just had to admire herself in the mirrors when she was getting ready to go. “I truly am improving so much.” Donna thought as she watched her tanned body in various poses “My legs are wonderful, my feet, my hands.” she looked at her new fake finger nails, ”I would have never dared to do them like this, but they do look great.” She figured as she wriggled her fingers. The fake nails weren’t that long and painted in a descent pinkish color, but it was the fact they had done them without even asking her. She didn’t want to drool on that though; there was nothing she could do about it anyway.

Facing herself in the mirror again she pushed up her sagging breasts to their ‘old’ level, inhaled deeply and smiled. “I look hot indeed, for my age. I can be proud, I should be proud.” Donna turned around to watch herself some more from different angles. “My skin looks great, be it a little too much tan. My belly is perfect. All the places women of my age have problems with are good on me. That’s something all must agree on!” Of course she saw flaws in her body. Especially the ones pointed out by the gay doctor; the fat on her ass and on her thighs. She smiled in the mirror exposing her teeth as she thought of the doctor. The diamond smiled back at her. Donna checked her vagina and ass hole for hair. It really wasn’t growing anymore where she had been lasered. Only the hair above her vagina was still growing, and that she had shaved off as instructed. She had to admit she liked the hair removal; it gave her more confidence to show off her intimate parts. Finally, she took one long, last admiring look at herself until she couldn’t postpone her trip home any longer.

Arriving at her house she saw the lights on, but Ninon’s car was not in the driveway. She wondered where Ninon was as she walked up to her house. Also she felt nervous and started to feel bad again. She was tired and she feared facing her daughters, especially now that Ninon didn’t seem to be around. She didn’t know how to behave, how to act, without Ninon to instruct her or to give strict guidelines.  

“Hello mom!.” Trixy enthusiastically shouted from the living room as Donna entered. She was watching television, some comic series.

“Hello Ms Trixy.” Donna replied as she quickly stumbled up the stairs with her bag full of papers. She walked up to Julie’s room and was glad to see she wasn’t there. She placed the papers next to the computer and looked around. She had cleaned the room to the best of her abilities, but Julie had not really used it. She saw the closet open and understood Julie had gone out. Donna knew this should worry her, but instead she felt an enormous relief. Facing Julie was something she could do without right now, tired as she was. And if Julie went out and partied she at least had a good time, which could only improve her dark mood.

Next Donna went to her own bedroom to change. What she feared had indeed been done. Ninon had laid out another skimpy outfit for her to wear for the night. This time an actually beautiful combination of white lingerie; white soft pumps with a plush ball on top, warm white silk stockings, together with a lace garter belt. A very small white thong, for which Donna was grateful, and at last a very nice but all too sexy babydoll. No bra. Donna shook her head in dismay but figured it could have been worse.

“Mom, I’m hungry!” Trixy shouted as Donna was about to sneak into Julie’s room. She had hoped to finish her work before Julie would be back.

Donna watched the clock in the hall and noticed it was already close to ten.

“The poor kid must be starving!” Donna told herself, as she remembered her motherly duties.

“I’ll make you something quick!” Donna replied as she hurried down the stairs into the kitchen. She quickly grabbed some food to cook and was soon busy like in the good old days. In no time she had a warm meal ready and proudly called Trixy to come and eat. “Trixy! Dinner is ready!”

“Smells nice.” Trixy said as she walked into the kitchen “And you look nice too, mom.”

Donna blushed bright red as she suddenly remembered what she was wearing. “Thank you, Ms Trixy.”

“You didn’t call me Ms Trixy just now, when you called me.” Trixy remarked as she sat down “Why?”

Donna was perplexed by her daughter’s question and didn’t know how to answer. Addressing of her daughters with Ms was something she was ordered to do as per Ms Brendan’s new rules. It was weird and difficult to do with her friends and her daughters. And now Trixy sort of demanded it, as if it was the most ordinary thing her mother could do. She adapted all too well to the new Donna. 

“Do you like the clothing Ninon and I choose for you?” Trixy asked as she started to eat the hot meal served.

Donna sat down opposite of her daughter and looked at her quizzically. How could she be so normal about this? Didn’t she know how wrong this was?

“Well, mom?” Trixy pressed on as she gulped down another bite “The food is good by the way.”

“Thank you, Ms Trixy.” Donna replied as she started to eat herself. It was best to ignore Trixy’s remarks. “I’ve done my best to cook something nice for us.”

Trixy didn’t seem to care that her mother avoided the stinging questions as she gulped down her meal, chatting about the shopping trip they had with Ninon. Donna was jealous when she heard of all the fun they had. It should have been her instead of Ninon. They were her daughters, and she had always loved to go shopping with them. But, to have a normal conversation with her daughter was already something special nowadays and therefore she wasn’t going to complain. Instead, Donna just listened intently as her daughter explained everything they bought from the new collections, the colors and how well it all fitted. Donna loved the sense of normality.

“Mom,” Trixy said when she finished the desert Donna had fetched for her. “Enough of the chit chat. We have to talk eye to eye about you, the new you.”

And with that Donna was abruptly brought back to her predicament “What do you mean… Ms Trixy?” She asked suspiciously.

“Exactly.” Trixy replied “You calling me ‘Ms Trixy’, Julie is suddenly ‘Ms Julie’, you dressing up in ridiculous ways, acting out sexual fantasies. Ones I can’t even dream up yet!”

“I’m sorry Ms Trixy.” Donna apologized.

“No, no, don’t apologize.” Trixy said hastily “I don’t mind it that much. Not as much as Julie anyway. But what I do mind is that we only talk about it when we’re with the psychiatrist. So I want to talk about it right now, just you and me.”

Donna didn’t want to talk about the new her at all “Let’s talk about school Ms Trixy. That is much more important and I have no idea what you all are up to right now.”

“That’s because you are out all the time, living out your slut dreams. Do you cheat on dad?”

“No, Ms Trixy, of course not.” Donna replied annoyed “But about school…”

“Let’s leave school till later. It’s still vacation time anyway. Right now I want to know why you are dressed in that sexy babydoll?” Trixy interrupted her.

“I..I.. I thought Ninon … Mrs Bondain, had laid it ready for me.” Donna fumbled.

“So you wear everything Ninon lays ready for you?” Trixy questioned “That’s sick.”

“No, it is just…” Donna’s head was reeling; she didn’t know what to say.

“Let me make it easier for you…” Trixy said as she smiled evilly “STAND UP!”

The loud unexpected command made Donna jump, and before she knew it she was indeed standing.

“And now you stand…” Trixy said satisfied “You are really weak in the mind right now, aren’t you mother?”

“Yes, yes … Ms Trixy .” Donna replied as she bowed her head in shame. Tears welled up in her eyes out of sheer humiliation. She quickly sat down again to show she still had a mind of her own. She had surprised even herself by standing up.

“Ninon has explained a lot to me.” Trixy went on “She has been much more forward with what has been happening than you. Of course that is because she is the dominatrix in your relationship with her. Or, as she prefers, your personal trainer.”

“Ms Trixy…”

“What we are really worried about is dad.” Trixy continued ignoring her mother’s plight “How will you ever explain it to him? He’s been working his butt off in far away Asia, and you have been living out your sick fantasies behind his back. Julie and I are really scared you’re ruining everything.”

“He doesn’t deserve this, you know.” Trixy said, looking angrily at her mother.

“I know… Ms Trixy.” Donna said ashamed. Those were her exact feelings too. “But I … can’t fight it.”

And that was true too. Be it differently than her daughter thought.

“Well, you’re trying.” Trixy replied “The weird psychiatrist is an effort. Though we don’t feel it is helping, you know.”

“I can’t work it out alone, Ms Trixy.” Donna said truthfully, but inwardly she was totally agreeing with her daughter. The psychiatrist wasn’t helping her and yet it was all she had as help for now. And wasn’t a psychiatrist by oath bound to help her patients?

“I know; you’re weak.” Trixy said. “Very weak. What made you go over the edge mom? I’m curious.”

Donna sighed “I don’t know really, just one thing led to another…”

“Forgetting something again?”

“Ms Trixy…”

Donna hated how her daughter treated her. Even her fourteen year old daughter now seemed more powerful than she was.

Trixy stood up and walked around the table towards her mother.

“Julie really hates you right now.” Trixy explained “She despises you, and what you did to her room wasn’t nice.”

“I’m sorry, Ms Trixy.”

“Oh, don’t apologize to me. Apologize to her when she’s back. If she comes back.” Trixy said.

“Where is she, Ms Trixy?” Donna asked, realizing she had only been happy she wasn’t in yet. Now she started to worry.

“With friends I guess.” Trixy replied, now standing very close to Donna “But that is not my concern, now is it?”

Donna felt that remark cut through her heart. She indeed should know where her daughter was right now, yet she didn’t have a clue.

“Look at me, mom.” Trixy said. She looked intently into her mother’s eyes “Are you a slut?”

“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna said as she looked down. She had to play along, but it was really hard to keep herself together and not tell what was really going on.

“Keep looking at me, mom.” Trixy instructed.

She was up to something, and Donna feared the worse. Yet she did look back into her daughter’s eyes. What else could she do?

Her daughter slowly pulled down the babydoll.

“No, please, … “ Donna whimpered, unable to really object. Her hands limp next to her body.

“No please what …?” Trixy said as she casually refitted the babydoll underneath Donna’s breasts.

“…Ms Trixy. Please don’t do this Ms Trixy.” Donna begged. Her breasts were bare now; this was so wrong!

“Mother, don’t you worry. I am just trying to see how far I can go with you. How far you’ll allow me to go. And just remember; when you misbehave I’ll tell Ninon. And you don’t want to displease her, right?”

“It is wrong, so wrong Ms Trixy.” Donna tried.

“It is wrong what you are doing, mother. It is wrong what you are thinking of right now.” Trixy replied, still keeping eye contact as her hands softly brushed the breasts and nipples of her mother. “Look how they are getting hard already. And …” Her hand went down to Donna’s vagina and softly stroked over her mother’s lips. “… you are filthy wet!”

“It is the stupid Ben Waa balls I must carry. “ Donna explained ashamed “It is not what you think.”

Trixy smacked her mother hard on her face: SLAP!

“I’m getting tired of you forgetting to address your daughter properly.”

“I’m sorry, Ms Trixy, I’m sorry.” Donna said. The slap surprising her more than it had hurt. Was Trixy allowed to hit her, shouldn’t she reprimand her daughter now? Will she get angry if she does and go tell Ninon, or even worse, her dad?

Trixy stepped back. “As I said mother, I’m just trying to see how far I can go. And it’s true: you don’t have any boundaries anymore.”

“I… I know, I know Ms Trixy.” Donna replied softly “It’s horrible, but I can’t help it…”

The moment to react was gone. She actually had let her daughter hit her for no good reason. Horrible, Donna knew, from now on she had lost all control over her daughter.

“Stop crying, mother.” Trixy said as she walked to the kitchen sink to get herself a drink “I just wanted to see what you’re capable of, remember?  And you don’t need to be afraid. I’m here to help you.”

Donna sniffed, trying to stop her emotional outburst. Trixy meanwhile pored herself a cold drink and turned to look at her mother.

“I can be mean and selfish in this. Me and Julie, we could tell dad, we could tell the whole bloody family, have them kick you out. They will lovingly take care of us, no doubt. As for you, you’ll get what you deserve; you can figure out what that will be. But we won’t do that. I’ll convince Julie not to do so, we both, you and I, will. Right, mom?”

Trixy walked up to Donna and offered her the drink “Let me explain. I am not as mad as Julie. I see your act more as your liberation. You finally succumbed to your inner slut, whore if you prefer. It was just waiting to come out, and it happened a bit late for you. I mean after being married and all. But like Tina explained to me when the first symptoms arose, it was bound to happen sometime. All I can do as your loving daughter is to help you and that is what I intend to do.”

Donna took a few gulps from the offered drink to calm down as she listened to her daughter’s ridiculous explanation. And again this Tina girl that seemed to know so much about these things. Too much.

“Give me the drink, mother.” Trixy said “And stand up.”

Donna stood up as she gave the glass back to her daughter.

“Jump twice for me.”

Donna hopped twice. She now understood that she was broken. There was no will left to fight. 

“Three times. Higher this time.”

Donna jumped three times, higher, her breast flopping up and down. 

“Now one time.”

Donna jumped one time, crying as she faced her daughter humiliating her.

“No crying! Now bend over, legs straight, fingers touching the ground.”

Donna did, her training making it easy for her to do so. As she stood like this Trixy walked past her and positioned herself behind her mother. Ashamed Donna understood what a perverted view her daughter now had of her ass and her vagina, together with the soaked g-string.

“You know what is going to happen now. Thank me politely after each one.”

SMACK. Trixy’s hand landed hard on Donna’s exposed ass.

“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”

Donna tried hard not to die from humiliation. How long would Trixy keep on humiliating her? She speaks about helping her and the next moment her daughter pushes her even deeper into the gutter.

SMACK

“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”

Donna knew she had to pull herself together. This could not be happening. She had to do something!

SMACK

“Thank you, Ms Trixy!”

“Now stand up, mother, and listen good.” Trixy instructed her confused mother. “We will help you both in hiding your true self from dad and anyone that can cause problems, as well as help you indulge in your fantasies. I’ll help you in your training. Now climb up on the table and squat facing me.”

Another outrageous instruction following her words of support. Her daughter held all the cards, and the way she played them scared Donna. She knew if she angered Trixy now that things would turn ugly. Yet Donna also understood Ninon was manipulating Trixy. Her daughter was drawn into this façade with lies and false assumptions.

But still the confused Donna climbed upon the kitchen table, knowing all too well another humiliating treatment was about to follow. Donna moved about to sit on her heels on the table. Her legs spread, showing off her body to her own daughter, or better, offering her body to her. If someone would come in right now they would for sure lock her up! Somehow she wished that would happen. Wished the whole scheme would just blow up and be over.  

“The difficult one is going to be Julie.” Trixy said as she checked out her mother. “But I will talk to her, and you will spoil her, us, with everything you got. As long as Julie is kept happy with clothing, more freedom, praises, the works, she won’t bother too much with you. Next problem is dad. We will keep dad away from you as much as possible whenever he is around. That should give you enough time to come to your senses, or to better hide your sick behavior.”

Trixy gave her mother a loving kiss on the cheek “You’ll see, it will all be alright.”

Donna smiled through her tears, happy for the gentle gesture. “Thank you, Ms Trixy.” She said honestly.

But her feelings turned to horror as her daughter started to feel up her body. Touching and caressing her everywhere.

“Smile, slut.” Trixy said softly and Donna tried to comply.

“Don’t you know how wrong it is to behave like this? I mean a woman should have self worth. A woman should be in control of her own lusts at least in public.” Trixy asked teasingly.

“I… I am ashamed, Ms Trixy…” Donna answered, feeling her daughter’s hand stroking her nipples, making them hard no matter how hard she tried to fight it.

“It must be the rigorous training, the constant sex, that makes my body react like this.” Donna told herself as she looked at her daughter’s hands groping her gently. “And she is far too good in touching me.”

Trixy laughed loud as she saw her mother’s shame “You can give me a hug mother.”

Donna gave her daughter an awkward hug, not wanting to give any wrong messages. The hug was returned lovingly by Trixy and Donna held her precious daughter for the longest time. It was all too sick to be true, but somehow the love of her daughter for her still shone through it all. It was more than she had hoped for.

“Ok, ok” Trixy said as she broke off the hug “Let’s get back to me, your daughter, feeling you up.”

Donna cringed at this, but a stern look from her daughter made her offer her body once again.

“Good, slut!” Approved Trixy, as she started to caress her mother again. “…You know this is so weird for me. I am feeling up my mother, my own mother!”

Her hands travelled to her mother’s vagina again. She was obviously mesmerized by the way it was wet. “Don’t you feel odd too?”

“…Yes… Ms Trixy … I feel odd too…” Donna replied truthfully.

“But you’re hot anyways huh mom?” Trixy’s finger played with her mother’s clit as she said so.

The fingering from her daughter caused Donna’s vagina to react. And it reacted vigorously. Her itch flared up, and her vagina started to produce juices immediately. Donna hated the uncontrollable physical reaction.

“Well?”

“Yes… Yes Ms Trixy, I’m hot.” There was no need to deny it. But how Donna wished Trixy would stop!

“Doesn’t it feel deliciously wrong to be fingered by your own daughter, unable to do anything about it? “

“Yes, Ms Trixy…”Donna lied

“… Please stop?” She tried to say.

Trixy smiled and shushed her mother as she continued her fingering. Worse, she turned to stroking her lips, her clit ever so gently, hardly touching her. It made Donna’s vagina go wild. She felt as if it was spasming wildly, and wondered if her daughter could see it do so. She was looking at her with a smile the whole time. Donna just cursed her situation. She didn’t want to succumb to her desires, not with her daughter.

Suddenly her daughter stopped “Now tell me what you are planning to do over the next few days.”

Donna didn’t want to tell her about her schedule, but again, she couldn’t refuse either. And she was relieved her daughter had stopped, even though her itches were awakened again and she now needed scratching badly.

“Tomorrow I will have my first lap dance lesson… “ Donna started.

“Be polite!” Trixy warned.

“Sorry, Ms Trixy… Tomorrow I have my first lap dance lesson, Ms Trixy …”

“That is sooo cool!” Trixy said as she sat down to listen “Dad will love it when you dance for him!”

Donna smiled cheaply, knowing Robert would not be the only one benefitting from it, if at all. “I’ll have to go to work in the afternoon, and after that I have the gym. During the weekend…”

“Nothing to do at night?” Trixy interrupted.

Donna squirmed. “At night I …, well usually I am being trained by Mrs Bondain, and I catch up with my work, Ms Trixy.”

Trixy smiled and shook her head in disbelief. She was enjoying the situation but obviously couldn’t believe what her mom had become “Mom, talking about your training, I know it is gross… and I know I shouldn’t ask you, but still I’m just curious… masturbate for me while you tell me all you do. All you have to do.”

“No! Please no, Ms Trixy!” Donna begged “That is too much, too filthy, not in front of you!”

“Mom!” Trixy said sternly and that was all she needed to say to silence Donna.

Slowly Donna’s right hand moved to her itching vagina. “I shouldn’t do this! But if I don’t… If Trixy gets angry, if she joins Julie in her hatred for me… All will fall apart”

With that thought she forced herself to comply. And her vagina already itched so terribly, it was impossible for Donna to stop now. Thus she succumbed to her vile situation and started to rub her vagina. Feeling at first a sense of relief as she could at least scratch herself.

“Look at me and start talking.” Trixy said with an evil smile “It’ll make it easier for you too.”

“I… I am leashed…” Donna started “…Usually she … Mrs Bondain starts with whipping me for the mistakes I have made during the day.”

Her fingers pushed aside the soaked panty and plunged into her wet hole. She rubbed herself harder and harder, damning her actions, yet figuring there was no sense in holding back. She might as well get it over with and give herself a good scratch too.

“… After that she usually forces me to … dildo myself to several … orgasms….”

The room started to fill with the rhythmical sopping noises. Donna used her other hand to twist and turn the plug in her ass as the itch there flared up too.

“… She instructs me how to show myself as I do … so. Next … hmpf … she … tells me usually to suck her vagina … I need to do  …hmpf .. so in a special way that she … likes…”

Actually it was the way Ms Brendan liked, but Donna knew her daughter better not know the real evil behind it all. Ms Brendan for sure wouldn’t like that, and she would hit back hard…

“… After I have .. given her several orgasms … we usually go through my chores … go on the internet … or … tell her in detail the … filth I did during the … day.”

Donna felt her own orgasm come up, finally, and she started to rub frantically. She amazed herself how fast she could get off now.

“STOP!!” Trixy shouted. “Pull out your fingers, hands up!”

Donna looked begging at her daughter as she tried to comply. She had almost relieved herself. Why wasn’t she allowed to do so, wasn’t it shameful enough?

Trixy meanwhile giggled wildly as she looked at her mother. “I’m sorry mom, but you should have seen your face, priceless!”

“Now lick your fingers…” She told her mother as she saw that she was calming down.

Donna licked her fingers. As she did she thought back on how often she had done this lately. It didn’t feel particularly embarrassing anymore.

“… and continue. Don’t forget to keep on telling me your actions!”

Donna smiled submissively at her daughter as she pushed her fingers into her slit again. She wanted to get off quickly, get out of this situation. 

“I.. I “ she tried to recall where she was “Saturday I have no real plans; … Ms Trixy … I’ll just get up… dress up … and … clean the house … buy groceries…”

At that time her orgasm hit Donna hard and her vagina started to squirt unceremoniously. She sprayed several large streams of cum through the kitchen, almost hitting her daughter who jumped up off her chair just in time.

“WOW!” her daughter said “That was one hell of an orgasm!”

She walked up to her mother who was still stroking her vagina, scratching her itches, as she was enjoying the heights of her orgasm. Trixy gently laid her hand on the cheek of her mother. “And what does mummy-slut say to her generous daughter?”

“Thank you … Ms Trixy.”Donna said, exhaustedly, absent.

Slowly her mind started to come back, and she began to understand how low she had behaved once again. How impossible her situation had become.

“And now, time to get you ready for the night, slut!”

Donna smiled wearily still squatting on the table. Trixy walked out of the kitchen and returned with a collar and a leash “Ninon gave these to me.”

Donna just let her daughter fasten the leash to the collar. If Ninon gave her those, it was impossible to fight it. And she felt so low already, this insult didn’t really matter to her. 

“Just to keep you in line.” Trixy teased meanwhile “Come.”

Donna was pulled off the table and she followed her daughter, leashed, up the stairs to Julie’s room.

“You still have work to do, and Ninon told me you needed to update your journal too.” Trixy explained as she led her mother inside Julie’s room “And I have to buckle you up for the night.”

With that she fastened the dog leash to Julie’s desk, and rolled the horrible fucking machine into place. Donna watched with dread as she understood she was in for another long night. At the same time she understood her daughter now knew about her diary too; but would they give her access to it too? Wouldn’t that reveal Ms Brendan?

Trixy unscrewed the dildo’s and replaced them with bigger ones. “Your holes still need to be stretched some more I understood?”

“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna answered when she noticed Trixy expected an answer. What else could she say?

“I’ll put extra of your special gel on them, so it is not hurting too much.” Trixy said soothingly “And put the jar within your reach if you need more.”

When she was finished coating the new dildo’s Trixy took her mother’s hand “Come, let’s go. Take out the butt plug and the balls.”

Donna did so, and felt a wave of humiliation go through her as she laid the items on Julie’s desk. It was disgusting to see the dirty sex toys in plain view. Her daughter really had seen it all now.

Trixy positioned Donna in front of the machine, and gently pushed the large dildos into Donna’s holes. They easily slid in thanks to the lubricant, but Donna did feel that they were bigger. It was going to be tougher than the previous night.

Trixy fastened the strap holding her to the machine and looked at the result. Her mother was again slightly bent over, just like yesterday. She turned on the machine to see the result. Soon the rhythmical sopping noise of two dildos pumping into her filled the air.

“Comfy?” Trixy asked.

“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna lied. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but it was obvious she would never be ‘comfy’ with dildos so big. She just wanted her daughter to leave.

“Okay, you’ve got your papers, the computer is on,” Trixy said as she turned on the computer “ I think you’re all set for the night. I’m going to watch some movies downstairs, so please don’t disturb me, okay mom?”

“Yes, Ms Trixy.” Donna replied, eager to be left alone in her own little Hell.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Trixy said as she ran out of the room down the stairs.

She came back with Lenny.

“Open up” she instructed and stuck the large black dildo in her mother’s mouth “Don’t let it fall or you will be punished.”

“Mmm, mmm” was all Donna could reply. Most of the enormously dildo still stuck out, and it made it even harder for Donna to see the computer screen, let alone work with it. But again, she had no choice.

“Okay, nighty, nighty mother!” Trixy said lovingly as she turned off the light, leaving a fully embarrassed Donna looking at her as she left.

Left alone Donna took a few long minutes to fully grasp her situation. All that has happened with her daughter flashed before her eyes, up to her current ridiculous state. It was even a lot worse than yesterday. Would Ninon get Trixie even more involved?  Would all this ever end?

It was impossible to hold Lenny in her mouth. The heavy large dildo was just too big. She gently placed it on Julie’s desk, careful not to let it fall. She listened carefully to hear if Trixy came back so she could put it back in her mouth but her daughter was busy downstairs.

Relieved of the dildo, Donna started to work again, as the machine steadily humped into her holes. From yesterday she had learned that it was impossible to fight the machine, and so she humped back, making sure she scratched herself and got off. If you can’t beat them, join them.

Just when she kind of was at ease she suddenly heard weird noises from downstairs. She listened better and soon understood it was indeed sex noises. Her daughter was watching some sex movie! Worse, Donna heard her talking on the phone too! Her motherly responsibilities flared up once again. She could make a fool of herself, but her daughter should behave!

Pure frustration was creeping up on her. It was impossible to enjoy the machine anymore. She wanted to scream to her daughter to at least mute the movie, but at the same time knew she couldn’t: her daughter expected her to have Lenny in her mouth and she didn’t want to anger her. Making her angry would only lead her farther astray. Also she doubted Trixy would hear her anyway.

Out of pure hopelessness Donna convinced herself it was probably Ninon she was talking to. And Ninon knew of everything already, probably even encouraged Trixy to watch porn movies to see if she would take Lenny out of her mouth and react. But at least it wasn’t some girlfriend who would sooner or later tell her friends or her parents what Trixy is doing at night.

She forced her mind to embrace that thought even though she knew it was not true. But once in her mind she at least could go back to work without worry. And she needed to finish the work, needed to update her journal. If not her stack of problems would only grow, and they were already piled up way too high.

A more frustrated than ever Donna focused on her assignments. She blocked out the porn movie noises coming from below as much as possible. She allowed herself to cum without boundaries or shame, and to blank her mind as the dildos incessantly scratched her itches. In the rare times her mind could focus she scrambled through her work to get it all done.

How she hated herself!!