GERMANY

The hot water came at her in needle sharp jets as she stood in front of the shower washing the perfumed soap from her hair and eyes. It felt so good. After the last few days running from the mess back in what was her old home. There would be no going back. The story she had related to Mistress Alicia was not strictly true, in fact there was only a fabric of truth woven through the story. True her Mistress and Herr. Schmitt were both dead, but not in the way she told Mistress Alicia. 

As Mistress Alicia said, Mistress Paula had been lazy. Domination of others was her first love, but she also craved the excitement of bondage, and through it, sexual release by her slave. The day of which she talked to Mistress Alicia was to be Herr Schmitt and Mistress Paula together, in bondage in the Dungeon. The Bondage wheel on the wall was prepared, Herr. Schmitt arrived punctually as usual, and the Slave accepted the envelope for her Mistress. Taking him down the steep wooden steps to the suite of three dungeon rooms below the house, Herr. Schmitt joked with Sadie-the name given to her by Mistress Paula- that she looked tired? 

What had she been up to, he asked, to give her sleepy ‘come to bed eyes?’

He did not see the flash of anger pass across he face, but he would know soon enough what she intended. He was a regular visitor to the House and enjoyed the occasions when he was led to the Dungeon, with Sadie as his guide. She always wore a beautifully tight fitting rubber suit, her figure filling it, pressing it to her shape, and Herr Schmitt enjoyed the view from behind very much. The special occasions for him, were when Mistress Paula wanted him to watch whilst she was pleasured by the slave. He would be unable to do anything other than watch, then when the Mistress allowed it, the Slave would give his pent up emotions, a special release.

Seeing Mistress Paula bound whilst he was, experiencing his own special bondage, excited Herr Schmitt more than almost anything. Carefully taking off his clothes, Herr. Schmitt hung them on a chair in the corner. He was very well dressed, immaculate, every time he visited. That day it was a three piece suit, tailored by one of the best outfitters in Germany. She had never asked what he did for a living but once, Mistress Paula volunteered, that he was in Shipping, and thought he owned two or three cargo ships plying between Hamburg and South America. Her interest in him, stopped at that point, irrelevant, she only needed to know and remember the reason he was there, and make sure that his special interest was catered for so he would come back and generously reward her mistress.

Standing in the centre of the room, he was plump, but his skin was good, and his figure did not mirror his age, which Sadie guessed to be around sixty. Sadie called him over to the bondage wheel. Before he climbed onto the leather stool, as always he bowed and she fitted the head harness and leather gag. The straps were cinched up very tight, just as he liked it. Instructing him to step up onto the stool, and lean back against the wheel, he waited for Sadie to tighten the straps holding his ankles in place. This meant she was kneeling down her head level with his erect penis and her long dark hair brushed against it arousing him. Sadie smiled at how easy it was to make it jerk. Accidentally she brushed against it several times before she was finished, pleased to see him try to fight against the spasm which gave away his excitement.

He would soon experience more than just a little spasm of his cock.

Tightening the top straps round his wrists one notch more than usual, he now could not escape from the wheel. She released the wheel, spinning it a quarter turn, so she could more easily, do up the remaining straps. Those holding his upper thighs and legs, then the two holding his arms, followed by the widest one round his chest. The leather brow strap was passed across his forehead, secured from one side of the wheel to the other on the frame. Lastly she hooked a strap from the head harness to the top of the frame, pulling it tight, stretching him, leaving no slack in the straps. He was now completely immobile

She returned the wheel to the starting position, with Herr. Schmitt upside down, his cock, pointing limply towards his mouth. She thought he was looking too relaxed behind the leather harness and gag but as Sadie walked across the room to the Torture Table, where an assortment of Instruments lay, his body stiffened with a mixture of longing and fear for what was about to happen. He wanted it, but dreaded it at the same time.

Sadie returned with a beautifully carved Chinese box, and placed it on the little adjustable table at the side of the wheel. She opened it and took out the first tool, holding it in her left hand, its stainless steel sides cold to the touch. Gently with her right she lifted Herr Schmitt’s penis –it had lost some of the rigidity and needed a little stroking, to get it back to the level, of thick, hardness, achieved earlier. It did not take long. Carefully probing the penis’ tip, she inserting the stainless steel sound about one inch into the head. She looked into his eyes, they were pleading, begging soundlessly. He knew what as coming.

She let the sound use gravity to find its’ way down inside his penis until almost the whole length was in the shaft. Turning the end slowly, she made sure it caressed every part of shaft. Herr Schmitt shuddered with the sensation. He was jerking, his penis unable to disgorge the foreign object was metaphorically gagging trying to expel it. The pain and pleasure was intense. The sound jutted about one inch above the tip of the penis, and she roughly pulled and pushed it about three inches out and in before letting it slide in to a stop. Reaching down into the box again, Sadie took the second sized sound and with a bit more difficulty inserted it into the neck of the penis.

Herr.Schmitt twisted as far as his bonds would allow, and uttered a low grunt through his gag. She was not taking out the first thinner sound. His cock would burst. He strained and pulled on his bonds trying to get free to no avail. It was excruciating pain, as this time Sadie pushed in the second sound further and further until it sat alongside the first. His penis was like a ramrod now, bulging with the two sounds and as she moved his foreskin back and forward he bit down on the gag as if to bite through it the pain filling every nerve in his cock. Several times she could see him urging his penis to release the sperm in his swollen balls, so his cock could return from the big stiff shaft it now was, but she was well practised, stopping each time before the release came. He begged her, his eyes moist, but she turned walking slowly, reaching the door and looked back at him her face an impassive mask. She closed the door on his frightened expression.

CHAPTER  SIX

ENGLAND

Mistress Alicia, knew that both her slaves would be safe for a while, so returning to her room upstairs, she took off the leather finery she wore in the house and put it on the bed. Taking a long leather skirt from the wardrobe, she decided it should be accompanied by with a crisp white Egyptian cotton blouse, with a high starched collar, almost school mistress like, and underneath it would be one of her French lace bustiers. Lifting it from the bed, she carefully fitted this round her waist, smoothing its shape upwards it thrust out her breasts, waiting for the fine Egyptian cotton to cover it. The leather skirt, with a matching pair of knee length boots completed her look. 

The finished result made her feel unattainable, yet desirable and showed off her beautiful breasts. Men if they saw her, would be lusting after them, but she knew, without hope. She used men not the other way round. She was ready to go.

Downstairs she again put on the leather coat she had used to meet the slave, and locking the front door, walked towards the garage, pressing the electric door opener as she went. The double door had slid upwards into the ceiling of the garage, by the time she arrived in front of her black Range Rover. The darkened windows guaranteeing her anonymity, mirrored her appearance. She was pleased with what she saw. More importantly, she could travel anywhere in the car, seeing everything but without ever being Seen and avoiding the possibility of any recognition.

The electric front gates swung open, she turned out of the drive and headed down the road towards the Motorway. The gates swung silently behind her. The letter she had removed from Tim’s jacket was lying open beside her on the passenger seat. Printed in Tim’s neat handwriting, the address of his flat at the top, the contents confirming his interest in taking up the job offer from his new employer in Canada. 

The satellite navigation system keyed in with the address, led her with pinpoint accuracy to the street where Tim’s flat was located on the top floor of a 1980’s block. She parked the car round the corner, and switched off the engine. The car was a step above anything in the area, and stood out but Mistress Alicia could do nothing about that. Looking round for a few moments to see if there were any nosy locals, she stepped down from the car, pushing the plip alarming the car against intruders. Gripping the Keys to Tim’s flat in her hand she strode quickly up the stairs to the floor on which it was located. Turning the yale key in the lock, she pushed open the door. It gave a small creak, repeated as she entered, closing the door behind her.

The look of the apartment depressed her. Everything was old, or second hand looking. The sofa, with large scatter cushions, had seen better years. On the table some magazines lay open at her advertisement. A notepad and pen, at the side, confirmed this was the place from where he had made the first call. She went into the bedroom, the double bed, with its cheap candlewick bed spread, and nylon covered pillows was unmade. A wicker basket sat in the corner full of Kleenex tissues.
Her nose wrinkled at the unmistakable smell of dried semen.

Scanning the room her gaze resting on a cupboard in the corner. Crossing the room, she opened the door. A large suitcase sat on the floor. She picked it up and threw it on the bed. Methodically she went through every drawer, cupboard and shelf, emptying the contents into the suitcase. His life did not amount to much. 

Removing all evidence that Tim had been there proved to be much easier than she ever imagined. Checking one last time, to make sure nothing was left, she let herself out of the flat and made her way back to the car, the suit case rhymically banging against her leg as she walked. The erasure of Tim, had taken less than 30 minutes. Posting the letter to the Canadians in the box at the bottom of his road, then tidying up the other loose ends would be easy. The landlord would receive his keys back with a letter saying he was off to Canada, and would not be coming back. His girlfriend would get a ‘Dear John’ letter as well, just to be on the safe side. His clothes would be disposed off in the furnace at home.

As the Range Rover picked its way through the side streets back towards a main road, and then on to the Motorway, heading back home, Mistress Alicia laughed out loud, It was pleasing things had gone so well, no problems, really quite easy. 

She was excited. 

Now again after two years, she had a slave whom she could use as she wished, with no limit as to the amount of cruelty she could inflict. No stopping for safe words or signals, an open book on which she could write her wildest fantasy. She was flushed by the thought and her body craved a release of it’s own, when she returned home she would use the female slave, perhaps before she played with the pitiful male.

CHAPTER SEVEN

GERMANY

Sadie reached the door and was about to go bring her Mistress from next door, when a wicked thought entered her mind. Herr Schmitt, had never, tried two sounds before and what an expression he had on his face. What she thought would three different sized sounds be like inserted into his Penis. It would she thought look colossal. Would he be able to take it? Should she try? Well yes! Who could stop her? She was feeling invincible, stronger than she had ever felt, in control. She would do it.

Under normal circumstance those thoughts would never have entered her head. The Mistress would have given her a severe beating if she deviated even slightly from their agreed plan for Herr Schmitt. There was a client visiting the Mistress the night before, who when leaving, pressed a small packet containing two pills into her hand, and out of earshot of the Mistress told her to try them if she wanted to experience new heights of sensation.

She was unsure about them, should she take them? Is it one or two, if she took one would it not have any effect and be wasted? The two tablets had been swallowed just before she took her Mistress down to the Dungeon, an hour before Herr Schmitt arrived. She did not feel much difference preparing her mistress, but later her mood became confident, invincible, undisciplined. Thoughts which she felt had long since been beaten out of her. Her mind dared her to try something different, the voice in her head, cajoling, coaxing insisting. Try it, do it, go on, you want to.

She decided.

His head was resting on his chest, when he was aware Sadie had returned to his side. She was holding another sound in her hand. Instantly he became animated, writhing on the wheel, animal sounds were coming from behind the gag, unintelligibly, screaming something.

She ignored it.

His body was shaking when the tip of the sound touched his penis. Forcing the skin back on his Un-circumcised cock until it was like a drum, Sadie leaned her head against his stomach her hair fell forward over his penis, she brushed it back, the space beside the two sounds so small impossibly small, how was she going to fit the other sound. The gag prevented almost every sound escaping, but she knew he was pleading with her. With his face no longer visible she also ignored the safe sign he kept giving with his hand. No more please.

With her face only inches from the head of his penis she held the shaft as she forced the third sound slowly down the inside of his shaft. It stuck after the head, so leaning all her weight onto the thickest of the sounds from the box, she forced it down the shaft. It scrubbed against the other sounds, and down the inside of his shaft, it was very, very, tight and she thought might have gone through flesh, it felt sort of funny as it went in. Patches of broken blood vessels appeared on the surface of his penis, giving it a mottled appearance the distorted shape like a ramrod with triple rounded steel tips at the top.

Beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, started to drop down onto Sadie. Releasing the wheel she turned him to the horizontal position and locked the wheel in place. The drops fell on to the floor. Sadie, giggling, studied the sculpture she had formed with his penis and thought it might be nice to finish it off by wrapping it with duck tape. Sadie did not know why but she felt this was needed before it would be finished. A large size condom, was taken from the torture bench, and stretched to fit it over the erect penis. The sounds had almost doubled it’s size, and the flesh coloured condom made it look out of proportion to Herr Schmitt’s body. Turning up side down again, the thick member stood out from his body, now how about some Duck tape to finish it off. She giggled at the result which she thought was spectacular.

Now, to bring in the Mistress to see my handy work.

CHAPTER 8

Opening a side door wide she wheeled in a leather Fetters caning bench, with her Mistress firmly attached to it in a kneeling position with her red, engorged vulva up in the air, a vibrator still working moving in it’s harness, beside the anal vibrator. The Mistress who had been secured face down on the bench much earlier, had been shouting to Sadie, wanting to know what was taking so long with Herr Schmitt, but the soundproof room next door had let in no noises to this room. The Mistress looked across at her client strapped to the wheel, with the huge silver projection sticking out. “My God what have you done Sadie?”

“I felt he wanted to try three sounds today and as you can see it worked.” Sadie replied with a degree of pride.

Herr Schmitt hung unmoving in the leather straps his body relaxed as in sleep. Sadie turned the wheel, bringing him back upright again, his head fell forward limply. She pressed her ear up against his chest. There was no sound. The pain or the pleasure, had been too much for his heart. “I think he’s sleeping!” giggled Sade sharing the news conspiratorily with her Mistress.

“What! You stupid girl, you are really in trouble now. Get me unstrapped from here this minute.” Yelled the Mistress. 
Sadie looked across at the ageing Mistress, and smiled. “No Mistress” I think not.

Finding the largest rubber inflatable gag, one with a sizeable dildo on the outside, lying on the table, she walked over to the prone body of the Mistress strapped to the bench. The Mistress tried to fight it but Sadie, dug her finger nails into her right nipple and the mistress’s mouth opened in a scream. The inflatable gag was forced into her mouth, and secured in place behind her head, and under her chin. The bulb on the gag was in Sadie’s hand as she pumped air into the gag, expanding it in Mistress Paula’s mouth, until she could not move her tongue, it was tight at the back of her mouth. The Mistress was angry, but also afraid of Sadie’s actions. She had never acted like this before.

Sadie had secured her like this before, and using a strap on dildo, had acted out anal sex with her in front of Herr. Schmitt, but this was different. Frightening. Sadie’s face was impassive as she looked at the Mistress. She appeared again at the front of the bench. In her hand a syringe weeped fluid on to the floor. Slipping the needle into her Mistress’s neck, Sadie began to squeeze the plunger forcing the liquid into the vein. Her Mistress, terrified, knew what was about to happen her, she had used the liquid herself when she wanted someone under her total control. Straining against the effects of the liquid, her muscles slowly stopped responding. Firstly her hand then her arm, then the feeling went out from her body. Sadie knowing she could not do anything, undid the straps holding the Mistress in place, then reaching under her body, turned her over on the bench.

Fixing her head between two rubber blocks, at the end of the bench so that it could not move, then placing her legs in the stirrups, and re-doing the straps, continuing down her body, she re-did all the bondage straps, so that again, the Mistress could not move. Just then, Sadie felt sick and a sharp pain in her head. Her legs felt weak and she needed to rest. Sitting down she put her back to the bondage wheel, with her feet out in front of her almost touching the mobile whipping bench before she lost consciousness. 

Some time later the sharp stabbing pain in her head woke her. Grabbing the side of the bench she stood up. The Mistress began to get some feeling back in her limbs, remained strapped down, on her back, unable to move. Responding to the voices in her head, Sadie still with a glazed look on her face, climbed on to the bench, straddling the Dildo in the Mistress’s mouth, she gradually lowered herself manouvering her sex onto the dildo, moving up and down, the thrusts of her pelvis getting stronger and stronger, her voices telling her more, more, before finally she climaxed and in one final shudder, slid down the dildo, taking it all inside her. In doing so she covered her Mistress’s only means of breathing.

Finding her airway closed The Mistress bucked and squirmed, trying to get air, exciting Sadie she again became wet with the manipulation of clitoris, her second orgasm exhausted her and she fell forward onto the Mistress’s chest, gradually falling into a deep sleep. Hours later, she awoke with a terrible headache, opening her eyes she saw and felt the cooling body of her Mistress below her. The dildo still inside was like a stake, holding her onto the dead Mistress. Squatting she raised herself off the dildo. It slipped out of her. My God she thought, the Mistress and by the looks of it Herr. Schmitt, were dead. What had happened, She had to get out of here!

Chapter 9

ENGLAND

Tim was asleep. His body had taken the step of shutting down to protect him from the pain, with sleep had come stiffness, his joints had almost frozen in place. Mistress Alicia, looking down at him relishing the Prospect of turning this thing into an obedient slave for her pleasure. She put the pointed toe from her long boot on the chain attached to his penis and pressed downwards. Instantly he was awake the tearing skin on his penis foreskin returning him to full attention. Remembering the past few hours, he tried to make himself smaller in his skin, to shrink inside if it was possible, anything to get away from the returning pain.

Mistress Alicia not aware of his thoughts stopped the pressure on his penis and stood back so he could see all of her. The 6” heels sculpted into the leather of the thigh length boots, were joined by a red rubber basque the Mistress selected when preparing for the evening session with her new acquisition. Even when there were no visitors she loved to wear her finest outfits, looking at the image in full length mirrors scattered around the house. Tim looked up at his Mistress and the image of her beauty made, shamefully for him, an erection start to swell his penis.
“Well you cannot be too badly damaged I see” said the Mistress. “but you smell disgusting, and I will not have that”. Said the Mistress, “I am going to take off some of your restraints, and you will thoroughly wash yourself. If you attempt to escape I will turn you into a eunuch, I promise!”  She undid the leather straps and then took of the nipple clamps, before removing his leg irons.

He scrambled onto his knees, as the Mistress undid the rope tying him to the wall, and leading him, still with his manacles on his wrists through the door to a bathroom. She told him to stand and wait in the shower area and returned with some handcuffs. Placing them on his wrists, she then undid the heavy manacles, making it easier for him to wash. The posture collar was removed along with the gag, with the warning not to utter a word. Pleading for mercy he was informed, would illicit a swift painful response. The Mistress attached a long steel wire from the wall to the handcuffs, so he could still reach down and clean his feet but not move more than a few feet from the shower.

“Clean yourself” she instructed, “I shall return to inspect you directly.”

Washing was a painful process, Tim carefully washed the dried blood from his chest, and ran the warm water over his pierced nipple and penis. The water made them both throb, but they were clean. Drying himself with the towel on the rail, he checked to see if he had missed anywhere. Satisfied, he waited for Mistress Alicia to return.

Chapter 10

GERMANY

The Police Inspector turned to his sergeant, “ I’ve seen a few weirdo’s in my time but this one caps them all.”

They both looked at the oldish man strapped hanging upside down on a wheel against the wall, his penis even accounting for rigor mortice seemed stiff and certainly very swollen. Glancing then over to the middle aged woman lying on her back, bound by leather straps, atop a fancy leather table. She had a large black penis like dildo sticking out of her mouth. The look of fear on her face meant she had not had an easy death. Flash bulbs popped every so often as the police photographer recorded the events in the room.

“We are done in here sir,” the scene of crime assistant said as he walked past the Inspector. The bodies were lifted from there respective positions and placed in rubber body bags, then manhandled up the stairs to be taken in the waiting morgue wagon back to headquarters. The sergeant moved upstairs leaving the Inspector alone in the Dungeon. He walked over to the wall lifting the various whips, canes and other implements, before following in the foot steps of his sergeant up stairs.

“Have a look at this sir”, said the sergeant . The safe in the wall was open empty, but further along a secret panel in the wall had been found. Several video tapes were inside, along with some photographs of visitors to the Dungeon. A note book used as a sort of diary was tucked away at the back.

“Do me a favour get me a coffee and a patisserie” said the Inspector, “here’s 20 Marks. I’ll start having a look at this stuff here”

As soon as he heard the front door close, the Inspector rifled through the photographs, the one of him with the Mistress entering him from behind using a strap on dildo similar to the one found in her mouth was near the bottom. Fuck, he thought, what else is there? The note book yielded up nothing and he was on fast forward near the end of the last video tape, when the sergeant returned. It ran its course with no images of himself on it. 

“Right, lets go through the note book. Get me details of the slave or maid whatever she was I want to know who she is and where she went”.

The picture firmly tucked in his pocket, the Inspector returned to his office.  It looks like I have to find that slave and quickly……
 

To be continued.
 
 
 
 

26.08.02 

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