#ghislaine

Conspiracy of the year. What a time for such a huge leak to come out. Remember Ghislaine’s parents are Israeli survelliance. Coeicidence? Fuck no.

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When Freida jerked on the leash, Ghislaine noticed that it was in fact attached to a heavy ring that pierced the slave’s penis and was then wound through the end of the chastity cage. She also heard a low moan escape from beneath the leather mask. Freida said, “Quit moaning, worm. You’re here to serve this woman.” Then to Ghislaine, Freida said, “He has a gag in his mouth tat stifles all but the loudest cries, everything else is just a soft moan. He wears the gag constantly except for meals.” Then she added, “And, of course, to service someone with his tongue. Thanks to Ilse and me and our whips, he has gotten quite good at it lately.” Then turning back to the slave, she said, “Kneel, worm. Kneel before your betters.”

Ghislaine looked at the man, kneeling in abject submission. She said to Freida, “I am unfamiliar with male slavery. I read the blurb below his photo in Madam Giselle’s album, but I’d appreciate it if you would tell me a little more about him.”

Freida said, “His Owner/Mistress brought him here about two and a half months ago. She is a Mistress from Berlin. She told Madam Giselle that he had actually answered an online advertisement she had that said she was taking on new slaves for training. She took him up on his application and trained him for a bit. But she really didn’t have the time to devote to properly training him, so she sent him here.”

Ghislaine nodded and said, “But why the chastity cage?”

Freida replied, “A major part of training a male slave is to keep him in chastity. Constant denial and inability to masturbate heightens his sense of slavery. Sometimes, either Ilse or I will remove the cage, but only with his hands bound so that he cannot touch himself. We’ll play with him a bit, tease him some, but never let him come. It’s really great torture. We’ll get him real hard, then flog his cock before locking him back up. That seems to make him want to satisfy you with his tongue even more as that is the only sex he can do. He’s especially good when we put a plug in his ass.”

“But if he’s caged, why is his member pierced?” asked Ghislaine.

“Like I said, occasionally, we remove his cage. But the piercing – I wind it through the cage, so that the leash pulls on his member, not just the cage. And I think that when he leaves here, we’ll weld the ring shut, along with the lock on the cage. He’ll be in permanent chastity for as long as he lives. And he’ll be branded as a slave.”

“And do you also whip him?”

“Oh yes. Punishment also re-enforces his sense of slavery. It’s the same reason the female slaves are whipped. It’s always better if you whip him on his sex or buttocks. Same as the females. Would you like to flog him? You can use my whip.”

Ghislaine said, “No thanks. Not now.” And she thought to herself, “I cannot imagine why on earth someone would agree to be treated like this. Them she said, “Does he have a name?”

Freida responded, “He did once. Here we call him slave four because of his tiny cock.” She paused a moment then, “Or worm. I like to jut call him worm.” Then turning to the kneeling slave, “Isn’t that right, worm?” The kneeling slave nodded.

Then Freida looked at Ghislaine and said, “Well, shall we get on with it, shall I remove his gag so he can service you?”

Ghislaine replied, “Not yet. I want to wait until the female slave, Idetta, is brought here. I have something in mind that involves her.

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.”

After Madam Gisele’s little speech, the members of the management group began to pair off with the slaves of Haus der Sklavin. Idetta observed that the slave who had recently been sent from a place called Roissy – the one with lots of tattoos and piercings whose name Idetta thought was Eurydice -was quite popular with several of the male members of the team. Idetta noticed that three of them took her away. Another man evidently chose the Byelorussian dissident named Irina. She saw another choose Anne Claire, the French girl who had been sharing the small, cell like room with Idetta. And then to her left she heard Fritz Kubel arguing with a man she did not recognize from her previous life.

Kubel said, “Schmidt, I want to take this fat Polish bitch and fuck her in the ass!”

The man, whose name was evidently Schmidt said, “Well, you will have to wait until I am done with her.” Then he added, “And do not forget. Even though your wife is the niece of the chairman, I have been on the Supervisory Council much longer than you. I have seniority. And I intend to take this Polish whore to my room and have her service me in every way.”

Idetta thought to herself, “Poor Snejana. The men are arguing over her like two dogs fighting over a soup bone.” Then she scanned the courtyard for the people she knew - “ones I knew before when I was just plain old Frau Kleindorf, not Idetta, the sex slave.” Then she saw Jakob and Klara Weber, Klaus and Johanna Dorn and the woman named Ghislaine, Weber’s assistant standing by the cross where the Norwegian male slave whose name was Rune still hung on the cross with poor ‘worm’ chained below him. Idetta thought Rune looked near death, but noted he still had an erection, aided no doubt by the women taking turns jerking on it. Then she saw Freida, one of the dominatrices come over and say, “We need to take him down now before he expires. His owner wouldn’t like it if he dies.”

Then as two valets took Rune down from the cross, Wilma the head dominatrix came over. She was accompanied by Fritz Kubel. Idetta shuddered as she heard Wilma say, “You may have to wait your turn on Snejana, but perhaps this one might be suitable to satisfy your lust.” Saying that, she ran her ever present riding crop over Idetta’s breast causing her nipples to stiffen further in the night air. Then Wilma said to Kubel, “How old do you think this slave is?”

Kubel looked at Idetta thoughtfully. “Perhaps late thirties or possibly forty.”

Wilma said, “Remove your mask, slave.”

Reluctantly Idetta reached up and pulled off the owl’s mask, revealing her face.” As she did so she thought, “Dear God, I hope he doesn’t remember me.”

Wilma spoke, “Now how old do you think she is?”

“Early forties,” said Kubel.

Wilma laughed and said, “Ah, the purple tinted hair fooled you. How old are you, slave?”

Staring straight ahead, avoiding Kubel’s gaze, Idetta said, “In two weeks, I’ll be fifty.”

“Really?” Kubel sounded genuinely surprised. “I can only hope my wife looks like that at fifty.” Then, looking at Idetta closely he said, “You look vaguely familiar. Would we have ever met?”

Wilma answered for her, saying, “I rather doubt a gentleman of your standing would have ever met this old whore.” Then, “Will she suffice for the night while your associate uses the Polish bitch?”

Kubel answered, “Yes. I have a fondness for older women.”

Wilma then called one of the valets over. It was Heinrich. She said to him, “Secure this sow’s hands behind her, put the leash on the collar around her neck and follow this gentleman to his room. Standby in case he wants you to flog her after he uses her.”

Heinrich answered, “Yes, ma’am.” And proceeded to fasten Idetta’s hands behind her back using the bracelets on her wrist. As he placed the leash on the collar around Idetta’s neck, he whispered in her ear, “I am truly sorry for you, old girl.”

Then leading Idetta who was completely naked save for the heels on her feet, Heinrich followed Kubel to his room.

TO BE CONTINUED IN 2021

Then Ghislaine said to Freida, “Now have worm tongue her. Make her come!” Freida pushed worm over and his face went to Idetta’s open sex. Soon Idetta felt a tongue invade her. She felt little nips at her inner lips and felt a tongue swirling around her clitoris that had already emerged from its protective sheath. She heard Freida say, “She’s already very wet. She must have enjoyed blowing Wolfie.”

And, in truth, Idetta had. She had enjoyed taking his large firm member in her mouth. Enjoyed working her lips the length of it. It was humiliating, but she found pleasure in it. She thought to herself, “What was it that Russian girl Nastascha once said to me, ‘You’ll yet become a sex slave. No doubt a very good sex slave.’ Yes, that is what my dear late husband wanted. Me to be trained as a sex slave. But I doubt he would have ever thought I’d find any pleasure in it.”

The slave called worm’s tongue began to have an effect on Idetta. She moaned quietly and uttered a soft, barely audible, ‘yes.’ She heard Ghislaine say, “Look! The worm is starting to get an erection. I guess he knows that his is the only type of sex he will have.” Then Idetta heard a loud slap as Freida brought her crop down on worm’s trembling member and say, “Don’t you dare come, worm. No real pleasure for you.”

But Idetta was finding pleasure. “Pleasure in sex and humiliation,” she thought. “I am so close to coming. Coming here, being tongued by some poor anonymous slave who doesn’t even have a name. About to come in front of several people.” The masked woman leaned over close to Idetta’s stained face and said, “Women are ageless when they come. Ageless and beautiful.”

And then as waves of pleasure swept over her, Idetta saw the woman remove the mask. She looked into Idetta’s face and said, “Frau Kliendorf, do you remember me?”

The man who approached Idetta was Fritz Kubel, a member of the supervisory council and a man who had once visited Idetta’s husband when he was working at the Mercedes Benz factory in Alabama. In fact, Idetta had once met him at a picnic her husband had organized for a visiting management team. It had only been a brief meeting, but Idetta remembered his piercing blue eyes and insolent manner. Later her husband had told her that the only reason he was on the management team was because his wife was related to the chairman. He had also told Idetta that it was an open secret that Fritz cheated on his wife.

Kubel came close to Idetta and said, “An owl’s mask. Are you a creature of the night? A wise creature?” Saying this, he reached out and grabbed Idetta’s left nipple between forefinger and thumb, giving it a slight tweak. “And do I see purple tinted hair falling out behind the mask? Perhaps we have a royal night creature.” Then he laughed at his own joke and looking down at Idetta’s belly and sex he remarked, “But I guess you might be only the hausfrau that our hostess mentioned, and you saved your pubic hair so no gray would show. Perhaps you should have also dyed it purple.” Then he walked behind Idetta and said, “So, you are number 4. I shall remember that if I decide I want your company later.” Then he, too, moved on to Snejana, saying, “Aha! The fat assed Pollack with the big tits. Something more to my liking.”

Behind her mask, Idetta breathed a sigh of relief. She thought, “He didn’t recognize me. Thank God! But there are four others here who I have met – Jakob Weber, his wife, Oskar Dorn and his wife. Plus, that Ghislaine woman who had me last night. I’m sure someone will find me out.” Idetta felt her heart race with the anticipation of being found out and the accompanying humiliation. But she also knew that she was getting aroused at the thought. “How awful! What a whore I’ve become!” she thought silently. Meanwhile Ghislaine had led Frau Weber and Frau Dorn over to the cross where the male slave, who in another life had called himself Rune, hung. “Oh ladies, come and look at him. This is an impressive display of manhood,” said Ghislaine. “Just look at his muscles.”

Klara Weber laughed and said, “And it’s not only his muscles that are large. Look at the size of his member.” Saying this, she pointed to the slave’s penis which was nearly erect thanks to the saline solution that Wilma, the dominatrix, had injected into it as he hung on the cross.”

Wilma who was standing nearby said, “Feel free to masturbate him some if you wish. Perhaps then it will get even bigger and harder.” Then she added, “And be sure to notice that we have arranged for a dildo to be affixed to the cross so that his rectum is penetrated, causing pressure on his prostate. I’m sure you ladies have massaged your husband’s prostate to give him pleasure. Doing so to this slave gives him a mixture of pleasure and pain. But if you want to play with him, I suggest you do so quickly. We do not want to hang him on the cross so long that there is permanent damage. His owner wouldn’t like that.”

Hearing this Johanna Dorn went to the hanging figure and grasped the slave’s member. She began pulling on it. Soon the slave was fully erect and groaning. She looked at Klara and Ghislaine and said, “Are these groans of pleasure or agony?”

Ghislaine replied, “Probably both.”

Ghislaine’s thoughts had been interrupted again by a knock on the door and a voice that said, “Frau Duncan. I have the female slave. “She said, “Oh, do come in, but wait a minute. Only a minute.”

Then with Freida, who had the male slave that she called ‘worm’ kneeling beside her, watched as Ghislaine went to a hat box sitting on the dressing table across the room. She opened it and removed a white ceramic mask, the kind worn at masked balls. This one covered her face entirely with only holes for her eyes and a slit in the middle of brightly painted red lips. Freida thought to herself, “How odd. But she is a paying customer.” Then Ghislaine said, “Okay. Now enter.”

The door opened. Idetta, being held on a leash by Wolfie, peered into the room. She saw Freida, another dominatrix, standing with the male slave she had earlier seen in the dining hall kneeling by her feet. She also saw another woman, dressed in an open dressing robe that partially exposed her. The woman’s face was covered by one of those ceramic masks. As Wolfie pulled her into the room, she looked closer at the woman in the mask. She was medium tall with a slender build. Idetta could see where the robe was open that the woman had a flat stomach. She was unable to see her face, but did notice that behind the mask, short black hair was visible.

The voice behind the mask said, “So you are to be the other part of my entertainment tonight.”

Idetta noticed the voice. It was perfect German, but with some sort of accent. Possibly British? And it sounded vaguely familiar.

Wilma spoke up. “Yes, we have brought her to you. What is your pleasure? Shall we have her go down on you while you flog this worthless piece of meat?” Saying that, she kicked the male slave with her booted foot. Ghislaine replied, “No. Not yet. I have something else in mind. Would you uncage the male slave, please? And remove his gag?

Freida looked at Wilma who nodded in assent. “It’s okay. With is hands bound behind his back, he can’t touch himself.” In a moment Freida undid the cage. The male slave knelt there, his member limp and hanging down weighted by the heavy ring that pierced it. ”Now what?” said Wilma.

“Please have your valet stand by him. Have the female slave – what is her name again- kneel beside the male. Side by side, very close.” Wilma said, “Her name is Idetta.” Then to Idetta, “You heard her. Kneel beside worm!” Idetta knelt down, so close that she could feel the body heat from the slave called worm.

Then Ghislaine said, “Now please have them alternate taking your valet’s member in their mouth.”

Wilma looked puzzled, so Ghislaine said, “I want to see them both give him a blow job at the same time.” Wolfie stepped to the kneeling slaves and removed the flap that covered his member. Ghislaine noticed it was already partially erect. And very large.

As Wolfie brought it near worm’s face he drew back and uttered a weak, “No, please.” Hearing this Freida brought her crop down hard across worm’s back. He groaned loudly. She said, “Take it in your mouth!”

Idetta felt sorry for worm. She knew how disgusted and humiliated he must feel. She pushed her own face to Wolfie’s now fully erect member and pushing worm’s aside, took it in her mouth.

Freida was about to pull Idetta back so worm could perform, but Ghislaine stopped her saying, “No, it’s alright. Let Idetta suck him off, but make worm stay close and watch.”

Idetta was aware that the masked woman and the domnatrices plus worm and Wolfie were all watching HER perform now. Without her hands, her only instrument of pleasure was her mouth. She worked the length of Wolfie’s member, sucking, moving her lips up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. She heard Wolfie issue a soft moan. She heard heard Freida say, “See worm! That’ show you do a blow job. A little different from eating pussy, huh?” She heard Wlma say, “Pretty good for an old sow, right Wolfie?”

And Idetta felt a complex surge of emotions. Most prevalent was one of humiliation. Then she felt the hot spurt in her mouth then splash on her face. And heard the masked woman say, “Splendid!”

Idetta was standing with the other seven female slaves off to the side of the cross where the male slave, who in another life had been called Rune, hung, supported only by ropes binding his arms to the cross piece and a rod with a dildo attached on the end that penetrated his rectum. At the foot of the cross knelt the other male slave called ‘worm.’ He was unable to move much as he was chained to the bottom of the cross by a chain attached to the cage and ring that pierced his member. Idetta was almost at the center of the group of female slaves – all completely nude save for heels and masks that covered all or some of their faces. To Idetta’s left were Anastasia, the younger sister of Irina, the Byelorussian dissident who had recently been trafficked to Haus der Sklavin. And to Irina’s left was Anne Claire, the pretty French girl who had been sharing a tiny cell-like room with Idetta. To Idetta’s right stood in order, Snejana, the round and curvy Polish girl who had been trafficked to Haus der Sklavin with Anastasia several months ago; Renata, the German prostitute who had ben brought with Irina after a failed attempt to break up a trafficking ring; and Nena and Eurydice, two slaves who had been ‘retired’ from Roissy to Haus der Sklavin at the suggestion of Anne Marie.

Across from the assembled slaves stood the group of guests – senior managers from the Mercedes-Benz corporation (and two wives) who had been told that they were coming to a corporate retreat and team building exercise that had been arranged by Jakob Weber and his personal assistant, Ghislaine. Several of the guests had gasped when they first saw the group of slaves, but now were as silent as the slaves save for low moans emitting from the slave that hung on the cross.

Madam Gisele stepped forward and addressed the group from Mercedes -Benz, “Welcome to Haus der Sklavin! Here is a place where your wildest erotic dreams may come true. We have assembled for your pleasure the group before you. I would suggest that you spend some time observing these who will provide pleasure to you this weekend. A bit later you may choose one to be your personal sex slave to use or abuse as you see fit.”

Hearing this, Idetta’s eyes- hidden behind an owl’s mask that covered all of her face save for her mouth and chin- went immediately to Jakob Weber and his wife, Klara. She thought, “My God! It’s my deceased husband’s former boss and his wife. I met Herr Weber a couple of times. We even had him and his wife to our house in Alabama when my husband was the plant manager there and Jakob came on an inspection. And Klara! She and I took a Pilates class together. I know those people and they know me!” Idetta could feel her pulse quickening and her breathing become more rapid. She also felt her nipples stiffen in the cool air of the evening. To calm herself, she thought, “Perhaps in this mask, they won’t recognize me.” Then she cast her eyes on other members of the group. “Dear God, it gets worse. There is Fritz Kubel and Oskar Dorn. They were with Herr Weber on the inspection trip to Alabama. Thank God, I only met them once at a picnic near Birmingham. Surely, they won’t recognize me with this mask on.”

Then Idetta heard a small voice to her left. It was Anastasia, Irina’s sister. She said, “I am so frightened. What will become of us?”

Idetta replied, “It will be all right. Don’t worry.” But Idetta knew there wasn’t a tone of assurance in her voice. Especially when she saw Ghislaine whispering to Herr Weber.

Fifteen minutes later, Ghislaine called for Wolfie. As he entered her room, he noticed Idetta was standing; she was still naked, and her hands were still tied behind her back. Wolfie took the leash from his belt and attached it to the ring in the leather collar that Idetta, like all slaves at Haus der Sklavin wore around their necks. Ghislaine watched and said, “We had a nice little chat. You may take Idetta back to her ‘room’ now.“

Wolfie said certainly.” Then turning to Idetta, “Come on, old bitch.” Idetta was silent and her eyes were downcast as Wolfie led her away.

Ghislaine dabbed the tissue onto her finger and placed the finger onto Idetta’s lips. She said, “Here, lick the rest of Wolfie’s leaving.” Then she added, “Of course I know your name. You’re Idetta Kleindorf. Your late husband was an engineer at Mercedes. He worked for my boss, Herr Jakob Weber. I am Herr Weber’s personal assistant.”

Idetta had a look of confusion on her face. She said, “But how do you know me?”

Ghislaine answered, “Silly woman. We took a Pilates class together. In Alabama. You, me, that old sow, Frau Weber. She insisted I take it with her. I think she was already sure Jakob and I were having an affair. I was just his secretary then.”

Idetta’s head began to clear. She thought, “Aha! Now I remember. My late husband had taken that assignment at the Mercedes plant in Alabama. Her Weber had flown over to check out the plant. He brought his secretary, and his wife insisted on coming. I played the part of dutiful spouse and kept Frau Weber busy while the men ad this woman worked. But Frau Weber didn’t trust her around her husband. She insisted that this woman do things with us. So, I invited them both to attend my Pilates class. Now I remember her. She looked quite good in her yoga pants. But what is her name?”

Ghislaine saw the puzzled look on Idetta’s face and said, “My name is Ghislaine. I remember you. You had the body of a woman fifteen years younger. You really stood out in that crowd of old women in that class. I thought to myself how nice it must be fit and to age well. Not at all like Frau Weber who got out of breath just walking up stairs.” She paused then pushed her semen-soaked fingers to Idetta’s lips and said, “And now here you are – a sex slave. Lick it please.”

Wilma, the head dominatrix said, “Do as she says, bitch. Lick Wolfie’s semen from her fingers. Or else!”

Idetta knew Wilma could be very sadistic, so she complied. As she did, she thought, “How different it is when it’s cold. When he came in my mouth, his semen was hot. It was erotic. I enjoyed it. But now it’s just slimy.”

Ghislaine looked at her and said, “Good girl.” Then she turned to Wilma, “You and Freida can take the male slave away. And please tell Wolfie to wait outside. I’ll call him when it’s time to take Idetta back to her cell. But first we need to talk a bit. You know, catch up on old times.”

Wilma nodded and looked at Freida, one of the other dominatrices and at the male slave they referred to as ‘worm.’ He had his hands bound behind him and Freida held the chastity cage he wore around his penis in her hand. Wilma noticed that he still had a partial erection that she had first noticed when he was performing cunnilingus on Idetta. She said to Freida, “Look! Worm still has a hard -on. Let’s take him to the punishment room and have some fun.”

As the two dominatrices led worm from the room, Wolfie said, “I’d hate to be that poor bastard. Wilma and Freida can be very mean. Then he laughed and said to Ghislaine, “I’ll be outside. Just call when you want me to take this old sow back to her cell.”

It was well after midnight. Most of the guests had chosen a companion for the evening and retreated to their rooms. But not all of them…

In Madam Gisele’s office Jakob Weber and his assistant Ghislaine were standing in front of several television monitors watching events that were transpiring at several locations in Haus der Sklavin. Specifically, the two were interested in seeing if the other members of the Management Council were doing anything that might make them susceptible to blackmail. Jakob needed at least six votes to ensure he would become the next chairman of the council. He and Ghislaine had gone to great lengths to place the other members in vulnerable positions. As faint images flickered on the bank of screens in front of them, Ghislaine said, “It is a shame old Rommel’s grandchildren came down with the chicken pox and he had to cancel.”

To which Jakob replied, “Probably wouldn’t have mattered. He is an old school, uptight Prussian. I rather doubt he could be seduced by anyone in this fleshpot.” Then glancing at a screen, he continued, “But it seems like Schmidt has no such scruples. Come and look.”

Ghislaine who had been having a low key, ongoing affair wither boss came over and sat in Jakob’s lap and looked at the image from the hidden camera in Gerhart Schmidt’s room. There the buxom Polish girl Snejana could be seen, her hands tied over her head to a chain hanging from a hook in the ceiling where a chandelier had one hung. She was naked, and in the background of the frame a valet could be seen. But what interested Ghislaine and her boss/lover was the image in the forefront. It was Gerhart Schmidt, also naked and with a bobbing erection, using the valet’s crop on the naked Polish girl’s ample rear. They watched as he struck several times. The image was grainy as Madam Gisele’s hidden cameras were not of the highest quality, but it was obviously Schmidt. She smiled and turning to Jakob’s face said, “At least one vote. He was on the fence, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. He was but won’t be now. At least not when he sees that I have him on film with a prostitute and threaten to turn the video over to Arte TV.” Then he said, “Let’s see what we have going on in other guest rooms.”

Ghislaine moved so that she was seated further against Jakob’s crotch. She felt a slight bulge beneath her and began stroking his thigh while laying her head against his shoulder. She said, “This is so exciting. What a wonderful plan you devised. This should ensure your selection as council chairman.” Ghislaine felt the bulge in Jacob’s trousers growing bigger and firmer. As her fingers traced small circles on Jacob’s inner thigh, he switched to the monitor showing Helmut Gottlieb’s room. Again, the image was somewhat grainy, but one could make out the figures of Gottlieb and Herren Friederichs and Wolfe taking turns using the heavily tattooed girl who was called Eurydice. It appeared they were thoroughly enjoying themselves whole she was not. “I suppose they flogged her earlier,” said Jakob. Ghislaine cooed in Jacob’s ear, “Do you suppose she enjoyed It? I heard she and one of the other girls – one of the dark headed ones – were brought from some brothel in France -I think it’s called Roissy- where they were beaten daily.” As she said this, Ghislaine again shifted so that she was sitting on Jacob’s right thigh. Her hand trailed from his thigh to the growing bulge in his trousers.

Jakob said, “Hopefully, the video captured them whipping that poor whore. If it did, I’ll have the video for blackmail and be sure to have the votes to make me Chairman. Then I can ensure the company buy that old Yugo plant that I secretly purchased. I’ll be filthy rich.” And Ghislaine thought to herself, “And I’ll be assistant, and lover, to not only a very rich man, but also the Chairman of the Management Council.” And she began to massage the growing bulge between Jakob’s legs.

Jakob, finding it more difficult to concentrate, but nevertheless wanting to see if his scheme was working switched to the monitor in Fritz Label’s room. The camera angle was bad, but two male figures appeared to be hovering over a prostrate figure of a woman whose face was not visible. Ghislaine nonchalantly said, “Oh, please switch it over to old Dorn’s room; I think he picked that pretty French girl. Let’s see what they are doing.” Jakob obliged and switched to the monitor that showed Oskar and Johanna Dorn’s room. The image on the monitor was quite clear as Madam Gisele had recently replaced the surveillance camera in that room with a newer model that gave a panoramic view of nearly the entire room. Both Ghislaine and Jakob were somewhat startled to see Oskar lying on the bed with his hands tied to the bedpost. Bent over him with his member in her mouth was Anne Claire, the French girl who had been sharing a room with Idetta. Standing to the side was Freida, one of the dominatrices who worked at Haus der Sklavin. She seemed to be enjoying the show. “I wonder where Frau Dorn is?” said Jakob, sounding genuinely surprised.

Ghislaine had now gotten off of Jakob’s thigh and was kneeling between his open knees. She began to unzip Jakob’s trousers and said matter of factly, “I believe old Johanna is with your wife in the dungeon where they keep the male slaves. They asked me earlier if I wanted to accompany them, but I declined.”

Jakob sighed and said, “Doesn’t surprise me. Klara seemed quite fascinated with that poor slave hanging on the cross. After all, he did have a truly large member.”

Ghislaine brought Jakob’s member, now completely erect, to her mouth. Before kissing it, she said, “Don’t worry, darling. Yours is plenty big enough to satisfy me.” And as she put it in her mouth, she thought to herself, “Yes. Now we have enough incriminating video to ensure Jakob becomes Chairman. And I’ll continue to ply my magic on him until he decides to ditch Klara and marry me.”

Hearing this several of the guests began to walk over to the group of slaves. Johan Meinhof, a senior supervisory council member said out loud, “What type of ‘slaves’ are these women? Where are they from? Do they have names?”

Hearing this, Idetta shuddered visibly, thinking, “Dear God, what if Madam Gisele tells this group who I am – who I used to be, Frau Idetta Kliendorf. A bored middle-aged widow who decided to become a sex slave. I know several of these people. Some of them have been in my home.” Idetta heard Madan Gisele say, “It’s good you mentioned that. They are not common street whores. Well, most are not. Wilma, one of our dominatrices is handing out a sheet of paper with a brief description of each slave. As for names – slaves do not merit names. Each is identified only by a number written on the right shoulder. If you as a guest wish to call a slave a certain name, feel free to do so, or merely call them by the number of their shoulder.”

Idetta now knew why the Polish beauticians who had been tasked with doing the slaves’ hair and make-up had after finishing the task had written with a marker a number on the right shoulder blade of each slave. Although Idetta was unable to see the number on her shoulder, she had noted that one of the Polish beauticians had written in lovely blue script the number 5 on Snejana’s right shoulder. Idetta stood still as she listened to Wilma read what was on the paper as she handed it to several of the guests, “Slaves from all over Europe – Byelorussia, the Balkans, Poland, France, Norway and, of course, Germany. A former dissident, some prostitutes – including two from the famous Chateau Roissy, a hausfrau and an almost child, sisters, a near Nordic god, a plump Pollack, one called a worm. Something for every taste, And all for your pleasure.”

Idetta thought, “It sounds similar to what I used to hear on the American television when we lived in Alabama and someone was trying to sell something.” She paused, then continued, “But we’re already sold.” Then she noticed three of the men who she thought she might have seen in her previous life, but certainly did not know, approach Eurydice who was standing several meters away from her. She heard one of them say, “Come and look closer at this one. Number 8. I’ve never seen so many tattoos.” One of his companions answered, “And just look at the rings in her nipples. Glistening in the moonlight.”

Another man walked to Snejana who was standing to Idetta’s immediate right. He went right up to the Polish girl and looked at her eyes, hidden behind the mask she wore. “This must be the ‘plump Pollack’ that the woman called out. I’d say rounder and curvier than plump, but I bet she’s be fun in bed.” Ewe, the valet, who was standing off to the side with hi sever present Mastiff said, “And I have it on good authority that she likes dogs. Would you care for a demonstration?

Idetta noticed Klara Weber and Johanna Dorn talking with Ghislaine and pointing to the poor male slave who was still hanging on the cross, occasionally emitting soft moans as if he was near death. Then Idetta felt her blood run cold as a man approached her. She heard him say, “And just what do we have here behind the owl’s mask?”

Two weeks earlier in an office in Stuttgart a man and his assistant were having a conversation. Jakob Weber said, “I think the plan is going to come together. We need a majority of the twenty votes on the supervisory council to approve the acquisition of the old Skoda plant in Serbia, and I am sure we have at least six votes.”

His assistant, Ghislaine responded, “But there are four firmly against the acquisition, and you still need five more votes. I think there are only two leaning your way.”

“Yes, but I have a plan to get those I need. That is why I had the training office plan this corporate retreat. Sampling the pleasures of the flesh is as good as a bribe.”

“But what if after, they have as you say, ‘Sampled the pleasure,’ they change their minds at the vote.”

“That is where the beauty of the plan comes. I’ll have them secretly filmed and threaten to release the film to the media should anyone back out. Now, again tell me how we describe the plan. I want to make sure you understand it.”

Ghislaine responded, “Okay. You have arranged a corporate retreat to a secluded part of southern German, specifically an old Luftwaffe base that has been turned into a lavish resort. The name or specific location will not be told to the attendees in advance and they will be transported there in a bus with covered windows. Once there the chosen individuals will participate in team building exercises developed by our training staff.”

“Yes. That’s good. Put that description in an e-mail and send it out inviting the chosen ones: Schmidt, Kubel, Dorn, Wolfe, Rummel and Frau, Gottlieb, Freidricht, and Meinhof. There should be five votes among that group. Once the acquisition is announced, my stock in that old Skoda plant will go sky high. I’ll sell it at a huge profit.”

Ghislaine said, “That ill be good for you. I will make arrangements for transportation. Will your wife also be going?”

Jakob responded, “Perhaps, although she might not approve of the entertainment there. You will go also.”

Ghislaine smiled and said, “I thought that might be your answer.” She then left her supervisor’s office and went to her desk. As she sat down, she thought to herself, “It actually seems like a good scheme to get the votes Herr Weber needs to get the acquisition approved. He is a sly devil. Taking supervisory council members to this whore house called Haus der Sklavin. Currying their favor and blackmailing them should they change their minds. And truth be told, I am excited to go. I secretly read the e-mail our head trainer who has been there sent to Jakob describing the place and what it’s like – submissive sex slaves of both sexes. It sounds like fun.”

She thought to herself, “It has been a long winter. After the Mercedes Benz group left, hardly anyone has been here. But I will always remember their last night. One might call it a type of orgy. I was naked – me a fifty-year-old woman- sitting on the lap of Fritz Kubel, a Mercedes executive who is at least fifteen years my junior. He was caressing my sex in front of a crowd of people who had gathered to watch the male slave known as worm be branded. Poor worm – already locked in a permanent chastity cage, his Mistress’s name tattooed just above his pubic area, watching the branding iron being heated. He knew once the red-hot iron was pressed into his flesh, the word “SLAVE” would forever be visible on his chest. I pitied him, but I also thought it erotic and in a way touching – to love someone enough to bear that pain. And I knew I was about to give in to Kubel’s insistent fingers.

“And then as the iron was pressed onto worn and he screamed, I came. I’m sure my head lay back and my eyes glazed over, caught in that euphoria that only sexual release can bring. And then I was jolted back to consciousness by a voice saying, ‘Frau Idetta Kleindorf, how good to see you again.’ It was Jakob Weber, a member of the Executive Group and a man my late husband, Hans, had worked for. My God! Weber had visited us when Hans was the chief engineer at the Mercedes Benz plant in Alabama, several years before his death. I had Weber and his wife Klara over for dinner; I took yoga and Pilates classes with her! And then he saw me, recognized me! Saw me naked! Knew I was a slave, a sex slave! Must have known that it was voluntary on my part. A way to honor Hans’ fantasies and wishes that I only discovered after his death.

“And then…” Idetta shook her head to clear her thoughts before continuing. “And then afterwards. After the dominatrices released poor worm from his bonds and he fell unconscious to the ground. Then after that Jakob Weber said to me, still stark naked, ‘Will you be so good as to join us in our room now?’ Of course, I had no choice. The valet Wolfie attached a leash to the collar around mt neck and led me from the outdoor area to a room in the area that guests stay in. I was so humiliated! Exposed as a sex slave! Led on a leash, like a lamb to slaughter.

“In the room, Klara Weber and Jakob’s assistant Ghislaine were waiting. Klara looked at me and said, ‘I cannot believe it’s you! What is a woman of your age doing here?’ I wanted to respond, but shame kept me from doing so. I was so humiliated, but also quite aroused by my humiliation. Perhaps all my life I should have been like this – a slave, a sex slave.”

Players: Madam Gisele, Zuri, Ghislaine, Freida

Action: Ghislaine enters Madam Gisele’s office where she and Zuri, Anne Marie’s younger cousin and a dominatrix at Haus der Sklavin are having a discussion with Freida. Madam Gisele looks up at Ghislane and says, “Oh good, you are right on time for our final planning meeting concerning your retreat for your boss and his friends.”

Ghislaine said, “I wouldn’t necessarily call them friends. Work associates is more like it. I just received a text from my boss, he and his party are on the train to Ulm. They should arrive at noon.”

Madam Gisele replied, “Excellent. I will have someone meet them and transport them here on the bus with blacked out windows. Can’t have too many people know of our exact location. It’s hard enough as is to keep our location secret from the authorities. Is the number of guests still the same?”

Ghislaine replied, “Yes and no.”

Madam Gisele gave her a puzzled look, and Ghislaine replied, “Two dropped out due to their grandchildren coming down with chicken pox, but Herr Weber is now bringing his wife as is one of the other men. So, there will be eight men: Herr Weber, Herren Schmidt, Kubel, Dorn, Wolfe, Gottlieb, Freidricht, and Meinhof. The two Frauen and, of course, me. So, the total of eleven is the same. And you still have how many slaves available?”

Zuri replied, “Eight female slaves, the ones you have seen, plus maybe two males. It should work out. All will be masked originally per your request. It is, after all, Halloween. And we have set up the videos as you requested. We are planning on a brief reception upon your group’s arrival and then play it by ear. Right?”

Ghislaine said, “Yes. That should work.”

Then Madam Gisele looked up and said, “Freida here was meeting with Gisele and me on another matter. One that might be amusing for your group, especially since some women are coming.”

Ghislaine said, “Yes? Please tell me more.”

This time Zuri spoke. “We have recently received a new male slave for training – we counted him in the two previously – but he is not taking to training well. Beatings haven’t seemed to phase him much. After all, he is Norwegian. Freida reminded us that hanging someone on a cross, not to death, but certainly to severe agony works wonders in bringing docility. We thought perhaps having him tied to a cross when your group arrives might add to the - how shall I say, ambience of the weekend. Of course, he would be naked. And this one, unlike poor worm is VERY well endowed. As his hands would be tied to the cross, he would be uncaged, his member hanging free. Your lady guests and perhaps even one or two of the men might like it.”

Freida interrupted, “And if you like we could give him an injection of saline solution so he wouldn’t be at all limp as is sometimes the case with crucifixion.”

Ghislaine thought to herself, “I bet Klara Weber, Jakob’s wife would act scandalized, but secretly want to touch the slave’s member. Jakob has told me she is quite repressed sexually. And what about old Johanna Dorn? I bet she was real slut in the day.” She responded, “Why, I think that is an excellent idea!”

Freida said, “I’ll get right on it.”

Madam Giselle answered, “Yes. It’s so your group can meet the slaves – both the eight females and the two males. We can have them dressed however you like.” She paused a bit, then smiled and continued, “Or completely naked, if you wish. We can be very accommodating. Well, at least the slaves will be accommodating. They have no choice.”

Ghislaine thought a moment before answering. “I would think however you like. Perhaps a mixture of nude ones and others in BDSM outfits.”

“Splendid,” answered Madam Giselle.

“One thing, though,” said Ghislaine. “Would it be possible for the slaves to be masked on the first night? You know, like a masked ball. It would seem to give this a more, how shall I say, festive aura, and add a bit of mystery to what is to come the rest of the weekend.”

“Of course,” answered Madam Giselle.

Ghislaine signed the contract for the corporate retreat. As she slid the paper across the table, Madam Giselle said, “Wilma will now show you to your room. As you have a full night and day before the rest of your party arrives, would you like some company tonight. Perhaps a male slave to service you. Or perhaps a female. Or both.”

Ghislaine smiled and said, “That might be nice. Perhaps both.”

“Oh good. I like a woman with diverse tastes. Do you have anyone in particular in mind.”

Ghislaine thought, “This is truly odd. I am allowed to pick two other human beings to sexually service me tonight. We’ve discussed it as if we were talking about whether or not I’d have red wine or white wine with dinner. Or both. How strange. And how powerful it makes me feel.” Then to Madam Giselle, “You mentioned the male slave whose Mistress wants him in permanent chastity.”

Madam Giselle responded, “Yes, he would be an excellent choice. Being locked in chastity has improved his ‘oral skills’ tremendously. Two of our dominatrices – Ilse and Freida- have been supervising his training. They are quite good at tormenting him before he services them with his tongue. Feel free to beat him if you wish. Or ring for Freida; she is on duty tonight. And do you have a preference for a female?”

“Actually yes. You mentioned an older German woman. I believe you called her Idetta.”

“Another excellent choice. I’ll have both sent to your room after dinner. Do enjoy yourself with them both.”

“Yes. I wanted to make sure everything is arranged as we agreed upon. And to give you a final count as to who your ‘guests’ will be,” answered Ghislaine. Then she continued, “There will be twelve in all: Herr Weber, his wife; Herrs Schmidt, Kubel, Dorn, Wolfe, Rummel and Frau, Gottlieb, Freidricht, and Meinhof. Plus, of course, myself.” The others will be arriving Friday, transported in a bus with the windows blacked out. They have only been told it is some sort of corporate team building retreat.”

“Yes. Good. Wee have eight female slaves available, plus two males. That should be enough to suit all tastes.”

Ghislaine looked at Madam Giselle and asked, “You do video guest activities, don’t you?”

The head dominatrix answered, “Yes, of course. But the tapes are destroyed immediately after a guest departs.”

“Herr Weber would like to have copies. I am prepared to offer an additional 3,000 Euros for them,” said Ghislaine.

“We would normally charge 5,000,” replied Madam Giselle. “But since you are bringing twelve guests, I’ll give you a discount to 4,000.”

“A deal, then, “replied Ghislaine.

Madam Giselle then said, “Would you like to see some information on our slaves?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

Madam Giselle turned to Wilma and said, “Please give her the registry.” Wilma got a large book from a cabinet on the other side of the room and handed it to Ghislaine who began thumbing the pages.

She said after a moment, “Why there are photos of the slaves. And a couple of sentences describing them.”

Madam Giselle answered, “Yes. My associate Zuri suggested it. Her cousin is the manager of the world famous Roissy Chateau. They maintain a registry of their slaves, complete with photos and short biographies. Guests seem to like knowing something about the slaves pleasuring them.”

Ghislaine thumbed through several pages, then looked up. “One of the male slaves is quite impressive. The other one, not so much.”

“Yes, the smaller one has been here a while. His Owner wanted him trained further too accept permanent chastity. You’ll notice he has a chastity cage secured by a ring that pierces his member. A ‘Prince Albert’ piercing, it’s called. He will never ejaculate again but will constantly be wanting to. His Owner thinks it will improve his oral skills. The bigger one is a recent acquisition. His Mistress/Owner just brought him last week.”

Ghislaine nodded and said, “So, the men came voluntarily and are owned by their lovers, so to speak.” Then, “Some of these women are quite comely. Are they also owned or were they trafficked?”

Madam Giselle answered, “Most all were trafficked. Eastern European mostly, although there is a French girl. One German was a former prostitute who was trafficked here.” She paused and said, “And then there is Idetta. She is a fiftyish German woman. Her husband had wanted to send her here to be trained as a sex slave, but unfortunately, he was killed. She came anyway to honor his wishes. And once she completed her training, she chose to remain here. Turn to her info. It’s on the last page.”

Ghislaine turned to the last page and saw a photo of Idetta. She was completely nude, staring straight ahead. But it was unmistakably a photo of her. Ghislaine gasped and said, “I know this woman. It’s Frau Idetta Kliendorf. Her husband worked for Herr Weber. Frau Weber and I once took a Pilates class with her. And now she is a sex slave!”

A professionally dressed woman in her thirties got off the train at the Ulm Hauptbahnhof; it had not been a long trip from Stuttgart. The woman, Ghislaine, looked around. There was a young man in a chauffer’s uniform waiting for her. He led Ghislaine to a waiting Mercedes 600. She got into the back seat while he put her overnight bag into the trunk. Several minutes later, they were on a road leading southeast from town. The young man didn’t speak, so Ghislaine looked at the countryside. “Typical Swabian forests and farms,” she thought to herself. About ninety minutes later, they turned off onto a dirt road and after several kilometers came to a gated fence. A man in a military looking uniform stepped from the edge of the forest. He nodded to the driver and raised the gate. Ghislaine looked around at her surroundings and thought, “I had heard that this place used to be an old Luftwaffe base and prior to that a post for the old imperial calvary. It certainly looks so.” Her thoughts paused a bit before continuing. “And now it is called Haus der Sklavin.”

A dour looking woman with black hair dressed entirely in black leather met the car in front of what looked like an administration building. The woman ignored Ghislaine’s proffered hand and introduced herself only as “Wilma.” She said she would escort Ghislaine to meet Madam Giselle. They went inside the building and down a hallway to an office. Wilma knocked on the closed door.

A husky voice inside said, “Enter.” Wilma opened the door and motioned Ghislaine inside. As she did so she said, “Frau Duncan to see you, Madam.” Ghislaine looked at the woman sitting behind a large mahogany desk. She looked to be in her mid-forties. She, like Wilma, was dressed entirely in black leather, her hair pulled into a bun. Her face was pretty in a severe way, but Ghislaine got the feeling it could be a cruel face on occasion.

The woman said, “Frau Duncan, thank you for coming early.”

Ghislaine replied in German, “Please call me Ghislaine. Everyone does.”

The woman replied, “As will I, then. Your German is quite good. Nearly perfect except for a slight accent. British, I take it?”

“Actually Scottish.”

“Ah, I should have guessed. “Duncan” is a Scottish name, yes?”

Ghislaine replied, “Yes, it is. I grew up near a small town on the west coast of Scotland. My family worked on a nearby estate. I knew I didn’t want to be a servant, so after school, I moved to Stuttgart and went to work as a secretary for Mercedes Benz.”

“And now you are the personal assistant to one of the corporate vice presidents, Jakob Weber. You have done well for a little girl from the Scottish moors. I see you have already met Wilma. She is our head dominatrix here at Haus der Sklavin and will serve as your guide.” She nodded at Wilma, standing in the corner.

“Yes, we met earlier,” said Ghislaine. Thinking to herself, “The bitch basically ignored my presence when I arrived.”

Wilma nodded and thought to herself, “Personal assistant, hah. I’m sure this Ghislaine rose to her position by getting on her knees.”

As Ghislaine was contemplating the male slave Freida called only ‘worm’ kneeling before her, she heard a ding from her i-phone. Ghislaine recognized immediately tat it was from Jakob Weber as she had set up a special tone for texts from him. She looked at Freida and the slave and said, “Excuse me. I must read this text. It’s from my boss, Herr Weber.”

“Certainly,” responded Freida, “We all have bosses.” Then bringing the riding crop she had in her gloved hand down hard across the male slave’s chest, she added, “We all have bosses, right. Except you, worm. You have several plus a Mistress who owns you.” The only answer she got was a grunt from behind the gag that filled slave 4’s mouth.

Ghislaine red the text. It said: “Possible bad news. Rummel and Frau will not be coming. One of their children has the chicken pox. But the others are still a go, so we are down to seven. Of those, I need five ‘yea’ votes to acquire the old Skoda plant. Ensure there will be films of the affair this weekend. Compromising photos work as well as gratitude to gain our goal. See you in two days.”

Ghislaine counted in her head, “Seven -Schmidt, Kubel, Dorn, Wolfe, Gottlieb, Freidricht, and Meinhof. Those are who are coming now. Madam Giselle said there would be eight female slaves plus the two males. That should be enough. She said we could also get video of each encounter. Freidricht and Meinhof are older and seem to be lechers. I’ve seen how they ogle the females – including me – at regular corporate meeting. After this weekend, they’ll no doubt vote ‘yea’ on Jakob’s plans to acquire the old Skoda plant. Dorn ad Wolfe are younger. The office gossip is that they are party animals, so probably they will also vote ‘yea,’ at least Dorn. That Wolfe is a bean counter; he may not approve. I’ll put him down as ‘possible.” If all four of those vote ‘yea,’ Jakob still needs one more vote.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by a moan from the male slave. Ghislaine turned to see Freida pinching and pulling on the slave’s nipples. Then she rubbed her crotch in the slave’s face. Freida turned to Ghislaine and said, “He’s ready whenever you are. He’s so programmed that when his nipples are pinched, he immediately wants to begin tonguing you.”

“Well, the female slave will be here in a few minutes. He’ll just have to stew a bit,” responded Ghislaine. Then she resumed her mental calculations: “So, four ‘yea’ votes. Jakob still needs one more from Schmidt, Kubel or Gottlieb. Herr Schmidt seems rather pious. He’s always talking about his church, so probably a ‘no.’ Perhaps Gottlieb. I think he likes men but is in the closet. I just get that vibe from him. Or maybe a video of one of these dominatixes whipping old Kubel while he’s trussed up like a Christmas turkey.” Then, Ghislaine suddenly thought, “Jakob didn’t say if his wife was coming. I wonder.”

Her thoughts were interrupted again by a knock on the door and a voice that said, “Frau Duncan. I have the female slave.”

Ghislaine said to herself, “Enough plotting and scheming for now. Now it’s fun time.” And she said, “Oh, do come in.”

Madam Gisele entered and called for everyone’s attention. Once the group quieted down, she said, “I trust our honored guests have enjoyed the hospitality we have provided and the services of our slaves.” A few giggles and snickers were heard. Madam Gisele continued, “Now I would like to introduce Mistress Christina, a well-known dominatrix from Hamburg and the slave worm’s owner. We have been training worm for her and tonight we celebrate the completion of his time here.”

Idetta looked towards the area where Madam Gisele had entered and saw a figure clad entirely in black leather leading a naked man. Idetta also felt Fritz Kubel’s hand slide down her belly towards her sex. Trying to ignore his groping, Idetta looked at the two figures. The woman- Mistress Christina- looked to be in her late 20’s or possibly early 30’s. She was slender and had shoulder length black hair. Her face was almost beautiful in a severe sort of way. But it was poor worm whom Idetta most noticed. He was naked save for a collar around his neck and the required leather bracelets on wrists and ankles. Christina was leading him on a leash attached to a ring that pierced his penis, his hands bound behind his back.

Kubel whispered in Idetta’s ear, “Ouch! I bet that hurts.” She felt Kubel’s fingers enter her and he whispered in her ear, “Remember last night.”

Now it was Christina’s turn to address the crowd. “This is my slave. Here he is known as ‘worm,’ a befitting title. In a moment I will place him in permanent chastity and then mark him as my slave.” Then she held up the branding iron she intended to use on poor worm. As Christina placed the iron on a bed of coals in a nearby brazier, two dominatrices – Freida and Ilse- bound worm to a cross like piece of wood about two meters high. They secured his wrists to the cross beam and his ankles to the bottom. Then they wrapped a wide leather belt around his waist, further restraining him. Christina came over to the bound worm and undid the leash from his penis ring, then she carefully threaded it through a chastity cage that she gradually worked onto his member. She then attached the cage to a large metal ring encircling the base of worm’s member and testicles. Christina snapped the lock shut and broke off the key in the lock. Then looking at the crowd, she said, “That should be permanent, but just in case…” She produced a tube of Super Glue and squirted it into the lock containing the broken key. Then she said, “From now on the only sex worm may have is with his tongue.”

Kubel continued to finger Idetta. Now, she was becoming aroused. She thought, “Poor worm. Never to have sex again. Never again to have another orgasm.” And she reached down to feel the bulge in Kubel’s trousers. She carefully unzipped him and grasped his member. He let out a sigh and said, “Yes.” Then he moved his other hand to Idetta’s breast, taking a nipple between fore finger and thumb. Idetta moaned again.

Christina went over to the brazier and picked up the branding iron. She held it up for all to see. It glowed red hot in the dim light provided by the torches set around the courtyard. Idetta wanted to look away but was unable to. She thought, “It is like people who witness a terrible automobile crash like the one Hans was in. People want to look away, but there is something from our primeval past that forces us to look.” Idetta also knew that she was nearing orgasm from Kubel’s insistent fondling. She leaned back against him, feeling the cool fabric of his shirt against her skin. Suddenly Kubel stopped fingering her but continued to roll her nipple between fore finger and thumb. He whispered in Idetta’s ear, “Do you want me to stop?”

Idetta knew she should tell him to stop. Her mind said, “Tell him to quit, to let you go. Here you are a woman of fifty, not a young girl any longer. Sitting naked on the lap of a man at least fifteen years younger. In a crowd of people, some of whom knew and worked with your late husband, Hans. And you are about to have an orgasm in front of them.” That was what Idetta’s mind was telling her, but her body was a different story. Instead, Idetta stroked Kubel’s member and barely croaked out the words, “Oh God! Please don’t stop. Make me come!”

As Idetta said this, two other figures in the courtyard were moving – Christina approached worm, who said nothing, but whose eyes were wide with fear, and a man in a suit neared Kubel and Idetta from the rear. Idetta, whose eyes were on Christina and worm, felt her hips rise up involuntarily. She pumped Kubel’s member with her hand as she lay her head against his shoulder. She thought, “What a slut I’ve become. A regular whore, a slave to any man who will fondle me. But do I care? All I care about is …”

Christina pressed the red-hot iron against the flesh of worm’s left pectorial area, just above his nipple. As his scream echoed around the courtyard, Idetta’s body convulsed and she gave way to a crushing orgasm. And the man in the suit leaned over her face where her eyes appeared glazed and her tongue hung slightly out of her mouth. He said, “Frau Idetta Kleindorf, how good to see you again.”

TO BE CONTINUED