Ghislaine was served a nice dinner of lamb and corn, accompanied by a pleasant German white wine. After dinner, Wilma, the dominatrix, showed her to her room. Once inside Ghislaine looked around. It was decorated in the style of many short-term German hotels – a single bed, one overstuffed chair, a dressing table with mirror above the table, and a small wardrobe against the corner. There was a bathroom shared by her room and an adjoining one. Wilma had told her that the guests for the corporate retreat would be staying in similar rooms. Ghislaine noticed that someone had placed her overnight bag on the bed. As Wilma was leaving, she asked, “Shall I bring the woman you asked for now? And what about the male slave, him also?”
Ghislaine answered, “Please have the male brought first – in about twenty minutes. Then about half hour later, bring Idetta.”
Wilma nodded and said, “I’ll have Freida bring him in twenty minutes, then a half hour later, someone will bring Idetta.” Then Wilma left and Ghislaine began to unpack. She removed her clothes from the overnight bag and hung them neatly in the wardrobe. Then she removed her dressing gown and laid it on the bed. Next Ghislaine undressed, carefully laying her under garments on the shelf in the wardrobe beside the others she had brought. Once she was completely naked, she looked at herself in the mirror above the dressing table. “Not bad,” she thought to herself. “I’m thirty-six, but my body could pass for twenty. My boobs haven’t begun to sag, my tummy is flat as ever and my butt is firm. Those yoga and Pilates classes have paid off. No wonder Jakob wants to get me in bed at every opportunity, although it might be difficult this weekend, what with him bringing Frau Weber along.” Then Ghislaine put on the dressing gown and sat down in front of the mirror and began brushing her straight black hair which was cut fairly short. As she did so, she examined her face in the mirror. Ghislaine surveyed the face in the mirror critically. “Fine lines around the gray eyes and mouth with lips a little to large. I wish my nose was smaller, but it’s what it is. All in all, a determined face. The face of a woman determined to get ahead in life, to rise above her circumstances. Determined to succeed; well, at least that’s what I tell myself each time I kneel before Jakob and take him in my mouth. Once he gets control of the votes he needs and reaps the income from the Skoda plant, I’ll convince him to ditch that bitch of a wife of his and marry me. Then I’ll be set for life. Going from a secretary to personal assistant to wife of a rich, powerful man. And now – now I’m representing him at this place. About to exercise my own power over slaves. I’ll have them get on my knees and service me. First that male slave. Let a man, well at least a male, see how it is to service someone – a powerful woman. And then, I’ll have Idetta brought to me. Idetta a slave now. I remember her from the yoga and Pilates class. I guess she was nice enough, but always sucking up to Frau Weber and basically ignoring me. We could have been friends, but no. She chose to suck up to that old bitch. Well, she’ll find out who is in charge now.”
Ghislaine’s reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. A husky female voice said, “Frau Duncan, this is Freida. I have that worm you asked for.”
Ghislaine replied, “Please come in. The door isn’t locked.”
In Madam Gisele’s office at Haus der Sklavin, a conversation between her and another woman was taking place. The woman, who was dressed in fashionable attire looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She had a almost pretty, but severe looking face and her dark hair was pulled in a bun atop her head. In short, she looked like someone not to be trifled with. Standing behind her was a tall man, clad only in some sort of loin cloth.
Madam Gisele, sitting at her desk, looked at the couple before her and said, “So. Frau Storberg, this is the man you mentioned in our telephone call?”
The woman answered, “Yes. This is Rune. He and I met on one of those chat lines that connect strong women with men seeking to be submissive. We corresponded for several months before I went to Oslo to meet him. We hit it off quickly – no pun intended. Now he has said that he wants to become totally my slave. I had heard of this place through someone else who said it is the best place in Germany to train slaves.”
Madam Gisele replied, “Many people think so. We train both male and female slaves. I assume you want the training to commence immediately for Rune.”
“Yes. That is why he is ‘dressed’ like he is. I thought it best to not encumber him with any other clothing.”
Madam Gisele looked at Rune and Frau Stroberg and said, “Well, we only need a couple of signatures and we can start.” Then sliding a paper over to Frau Stroberg, she said, “Just sign here. It’s basically a promissory note that you will pay upon completion of his training. The second document concerns Rune’s training.” Frau Stroberg scribbled a signature.
Then turning to Rune, “You sign here. It’s a waiver stating that you abdicate any and all rights to your body and consign them to the entity called Haus der Sklavin. You can expect six to eight weeks of harsh treatment including, but not limited to confinement, forced chastity, rape, humiliation, beatings, whippings and other punishments so deemed by our staff.” Rune also carefully signed his name to the documents.
Madam Gisele rang for one of the staff dominatrices to come to the office. Quickly, one called Frieda appeared. She told Frieda, “This is Rune, our newest slave. Please take him to the dining area. Isle is there with the other male slave. You and she will be responsible for his initial training.”
Frieda replied, “Yes, Ma’am!” Then she quickly bound Rune’s hands behind his back, put a collar around his neck, attached a leash to it and led him away.
Frau Stroberg started to leave, then turned her head and asked, “If I want Rune permanently marked – say with a tattoo or a brand to mark him as my slave, I assume you could do that?”
Madam Gisele answered, “Of course.”
Frau Stroberg smiled and left, leaving Rune too his Fate.
In only moments, Rune, the new male slave, let out a deep groan. Renata pulled her head back from his throbbing member, looked up at Jurgen, the valet, and said, “I tried not to let him come, but he’s awfully close I think it’s been a while since he had sex.”
Hearing that, Frieda stepped close. She placed the handle of the short whip she carried against Rune’s still erect member and said, “It’s to the second mark on the handle. That’s about nine inches; not much more than when he was flaccid. Then she went to Wolfie who was gripping his own member. Placing the handle of the whip alongside him, she said, “Here we have the third mark on the whip handle, a little over 9 and ½ inches. I guess Wolfie wins!”
Just then Wilma, the head dominatrix, and Zuri, Anne Marie’s younger cousin who was also an associate dominatrix at Haus der Sklavin, entered the dining area. Idetta noted that both would be considered quite pretty, if not beautiful. Zuri still had a youthful glow about her, dyed red hair framing a round face. She had a slender build, evident even under the leather pants and jacket she was wearing. Wilma was, of course, older, probably in her early to mid-thirties. Striking blue eyes and an oval face with long dark hair. Idetta thought to herself, “I am not predisposed to lesbianism, although I did thoroughly enjoy my night with Nastascha. Still…”
Wilma looked at the group and said, “Just what is going on here?” She was not someone to be trifled with, even the valets were wary of her, nor was she known to have much of a sense of humor, so Wolfie quickly tucked himself back into his riding breeches and pulled Renata to her feet and took her back to the women’s table. Frieda looked up and said, “Wolfie and his bitch were just helping us with training on this new slave. Getting him close, but not letting him come.”
As Wilma approached the new slave, looked at his semi-erect member and said, “Impressive.” Then grabbing Rune by the hair, she said, “I bet you’re proud of that thing. I bet all the little girls in whatever village you’re from wanted it.” Then she brought the crop she always carried down hard across his still partially erect member. Rune groaned loudly as she continued, “But don’t think you’ll use it any here. True, we might get you hard and keep you in a constant state of erection, but you will not get any release. That shows our power over you, slave. We will control that very thing that makes you male. No longer a man, just a male plaything. Understand?”
Rune quickly said, “Yes.”
“That’s, “Yes Ma’am or Yes, Mistress.” Understand.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Then looking at Frieda, Wilma said, “And what is this slave to be called?”
Frieda answered, “His ‘free name’ was Rune.” Then smiling, she said, “Since that one (nodding to the hooded slave still sitting at the table) is called ‘slave 4’ because of his tiny cock, I thought we might call this one, ‘slave 9.’ What do you think?”
Wilma smiled a cruel smile and said to Rune, “You will be called, ‘slave 9,’ now meet your cellmate, ‘slave 4.” Then looking at Ilse and Frieda, “Take these two away. Commence training on slave 9 and have no let any slack on the small cocked one.” She turned to the two tables where the female slaves were seated and said, “Heinrich, you and your crew take these bitches to the prep room. Madam Gisele has hired some women who are real beauticians unlike that fat Polish whore of ours. They will do their best to make this motely bunch presentable for our guests. They will even get new dresses.”
The moment of tenderness between Heinrich and Idetta was interrupted by a small commotion over by the table where the male slave was sitting. Ewe whispered loudly, “Quiet everyone. It’s Madam Gisele.” Heinrich immediately removed his hand from Idetta’s shoulder and stepped back and all eyes at the table turned to Madam Gisele.
She went to the table where Ilse was still feeding the masked slave. Trailing behind her was Frieda, one of the other dominatrices, who was leading another male on a leash attached to the collar around his neck. Idetta looked at the man with the collar around his neck. He was tall, almost two meters; and had a very athletic build – broad shoulders and slim hips. Set above this was the face a male model might envy. High cheekbones, straight nose, startling blue eyes and a mop of blond hair. His hands were bound behind his back, and Idetta noticed the only clothing he was wearing was some sort of loin cloth. She thought to herself, “Tall, blue eyed, handsome, a true Aryan. He looks as if he might have come out of a propaganda poster for the Nazis.” She strained to hear what Madam Gisele was saying to the dominatrix feeding the hooded slave.
“This is a new male slave. His free name was Rune, but his Owner/Mistress just brought him for training this morning. He has only recently decided to swear his fealty to her, and she wants him to be trained in the ways of a true Haus der Sklavin slave. Ilse, I trust you and Frieda will handle the bulk of his training. Now, excuse me; I have to make plans for our guests who will be arriving this evening,” said Madam Gisele. Then she turned and left leaving the new slave with the two dominatrices.
Ilse stopped feeding the hooded slave and after twisting the clamp son his nipples enough to elicit a loud groan, put the gag back in his mouth. Then she looked at the man her associate had on the leash and said, “Frieda, you know that a slave forfeits any right to clothing unless his Mistress wants him clothed.” And with that she pulled off the loin cloth the man had on, leaving him completely naked. When she did so, she looked down at the new slave’s crotch. His member, still flaccid, hung almost halfway down his thigh.
Ilse, seeing the length of Rune’s member let out a gasp, “Oh my goodness. Then looking over at the table where the female slaves were eating, she said to Wolfie the valet, “Wolfie! He’s as big as you!” Hearing this Frieda giggled and said to her associate, “And you know how big Wolfie’s cock is why?” Ilse ignored the remark as Wolfie strolled over. He looked down at Rune’s member and said, “Not even close.” Frieda, still giggling said, “I think we should measure. What do you other valets say?” By then Ewe and Jurgen had walked over. Only Heinrich remained at the table with the female slaves. But he whispered to Idetta, “It looks impressive from here.” Idetta didn’t say anything but noticed Snejana looking and licking her lips. Then Frieda called over, “Heinrich, you’re the senior valet. Settle the question.”
Heinrich, getting into the spirit of things said, “Only one way to know. Wolfie, whip it out.” Wolfie undid his breeches and pulled out his penis. The other valets cheered, “Wolfie! Wolfie! Wolfie!”
Heinrich came over, looked at the two men’s members and declared, “I think it’s a tie.”
And at the female slaves’ table, Idetta wondered to herself, “Just who are these ‘guests’ that Madam Gisele was referring to?”
Been reading a lot of Peanuts comics, and watching a lot of the specials to help get me through self quarantine. These kids were my heroes during my childhood, and they’re still there for me in my adult years.
