#koblenz

At the office of the fashion magazine where O worked her manager, Alphonse, called her into his office. He told O, “Remember I wanted you to go to the BDSM festival in Koblenz, Germany to take some photographs that we can use in our upcoming issue which will examine bondage and SM influences in fashion?”

O responded, “Yes, I remember. It begins later this week, doesn’t it?” Alphonse said, “Yes, it does. But in addition to doing some photographs, I would also like you to do some interviews with some of the participants. You could just record the interviews; you wouldn’t have to actually write anything for publication. I can get one of our staff writers to do that. All you would have to do is talk to some of the participants, record what they say and then turn it over. Do you think you could you do that O?” O replied, “Certainly.”

Then Alphonse said, “Great. Leave Paris for Koblenz this upcoming Thursday. The festival begins on Friday and ends on Sunday.”

O was ecstatic. She felt her career was advancing. Now she was not only a photographer and part time model, but also someone who was entrusted to do interviews. She could hardly wait to tell Ted.

It was decided. Ted had leave accrued and he was going to accompany O to the festival in Koblenz. He had said, “I only have two more weeks until I have to leave for my next assignment in Japan, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible.” They had taken the train from Paris to Koblenz and then checked into a small hotel near where the festival was to begin the next day. When they registered at the hotel, the clerk looked O up and down noticing her red hair. Then he noticed that she was wearing black faux leather jeans that did nothing to hide her slender figure. He smiled at Ted and asked, “Are you and your friend participating in the festival?”

O blushed a shade of red that matched her hair when Ted responded, “Perhaps.“

O responded, “Yes, I think she would have. She said she was in love and would do whatever Hans wanted.”

“Do you think she would have enjoyed the pain?” asked Ted.

“I rather doubt it,” said O. “Instead I think she just saw it as a way to test herself and prove her devotion to her man. But I understand that some women like pain. After all there is a small margin between pleasure and pain. Like the other day when you wouldn’t stop biting and sucking when you went down on me. I loved it at first, but when you wouldn’t stop, it became almost painful. There is a balance.”

Ted laughed, rolled over onto O and said in her ear, “Well, let me see if I can find that balance.”

The next morning the couple in the room below the one occupied by Ted and O complained to the front desk about the noise coming from the room above.

As O watched fascinated the woman in black led the girl to another part of the festival. There were two posts in the ground about two meters tall and about a meter and a half apart with iron rings set near the top of the posts. Once there as the woman in black held onto the leash attached to the girl’s genitals, the man undid her handcuffs only to reattach them to the iron rings in the post. As he did so, O snapped several photos of the girl’s face. She looked apprehensive but made no effort to resist. O also thought to herself, “How young and pretty she looks. I wonder if she is twenty yet?” Only after the girl’s hands were secured, did the woman unfasten the leash. Then she tied the girl’s ankles to cords and wrapped them around the upright posts so that her legs were slightly spread. Spread enough so that the rings that pierced her sex were clearly visible.

A small crowd had gathered by now, but O pushed her way to the front and continued to photograph the spectacle. Then O noticed another couple pushing through the crowd. They were carrying what looked like a portable barbeque brazier. They set it up a short distance in front of the girl and filled it with charcoal. Then they lit it before placing what looked like a branding iron in the middle of the coals. The man then went before the naked girl and placed a cardboard sign on a string around the girl’s neck. It read, ‘Sklavin.’ Then he addressed the crowd in German. O did not understand all that he said, but Ted translated, “He said that this girl is my slave. She has agreed to be branded with my mark, but I want to let her think about what she has agreed to while the coals get hot. She will watch the iron turn red hot while she ponders her fate. It will be about an hour. During that time, feel free to come and fondle her, fuck her, humiliate her, take photos, talk to her, whatever. I will return in half an hour. Then he left.

One woman in the crowd took him at his word. She came quickly forward and thrusting her hand into the girl’s sex laughed and said, “She’s already wet. I think she is looking forward to it!” Then several men came and fondled her. Enough that the girl let out a soft moan. Time passed. O took several photos before remembering that Alphonse, her editor had asked that she get some interviews. O went over to the girl and said, “I want to ask you some questions, OK?”

The girl nodded and O asked why she had agreed to this. The girl replied, “I belong to Hans. Heart and soul. He said he wants to mark me as his. I want whatever he wants. I love him.” O asked if she felt she was being purposefully humiliated by doing this in public. Again, the girl answered,

“It is what Hans wants.”

Then Hans returned. He went to the girl and said in aloud voice, “The iron is hot now. Do you still agree to accept my brand?”

The girl meekly replied, “Yes.”

Then Hans laughed and said to the woman in black, “Undo her. I was just kidding.” Many in the crowd laughed although a few seemed disappointed. O felt a huge sense of relief.

The next morning after a late breakfast, Ted and O walked to the festival grounds. O was not sure exactly what to expect. They stopped at a registration desk, paid a fee and were given placards to wear on chains around their neck. The woman at the registration desk – a idle aged woman with several tattoos on her arms and long, dangling earrings said, “If you want to write which of you is the slave and which is the master on your name tags, it might be helpful, but it’s not necessary.”

Then Ted and O entered the festival. O noticed the many people milling about. A great many of them seemed to be wearing some type of costume with the theme being black leather and chains. She saw several women with collars around their necks. One had a leash attached and was being led around by another woman who was older. O snapped a photo of her, then went to the woman on the leash and asked why she was there. The woman answered simply, “Because my Mistress wants to show me off.”

Then O noticed a male couple. Both were shirtless and had on black leather pants and motorcycle boots. Again, she snapped a photo and asked one of the men why they were in attendance. One of the replied, “What’s it to you, little bitch?”

And so, it went for a while. Then O spied a young woman who was nearly naked. Ted jokingly said, “Now that’s my kind of woman