We were in bed, and we have had a very satisfying day. We have been training with hand gestures instead of commands. Come here, is pointing down at my feet. Come here if you are anywhere else in the house or in the courtyard. When I press the remote, a bell calls you to me. If you enter the room, you will stand in waiting posture. If I turn my index finger in a circle, it means undress where you are standing right now. We had a command to suck my cock – a round hand as if you were holding an imaginary stick or cock for that matter – and a command for sit on all fours – four fingers up. We had been playing with it for quite a while and had a lot of fun with it. It finally ended with some rough fucking in bed. When I was a young man, I could last pumping an hour, and that was nothing special. Now, after 15 minutes, I was exhausted. Since I was familiar with every intimate area of her body, I took care to ensure her satisfaction as well.
So I was in bed, being happily half asleep, when Sylvia started talking. This was not unusual. Sylvia loved to talk. All day long if she could. So I was not surprised to hear her say, “Master, are you still awake?”
“Of course I am, little one”, I said half asleep.
“I was talking to Helga today.”
“Yes?” She had been talking almost daily to Helga now for the last two weeks. Being alone in the middle of rural Netherlands with an old man can be lonely sometimes. So I encouraged her to contact her friend and fellow sufferer. Literally. Fellow sufferer.
“Well, I have these problems with making my new slave dress just right and I want it ready and finished by the time we are going to visit Club Kinky Kinta again. So we talked about it on the phone and we were just going round in circles, you know? So at one moment she suggested why don’t you come over for a few days so we can sort it out?”
I was awake now. With my arm wrapped under my head, I asked, “What did you tell her, little one?”
She sounded sad. “I told her you probably wouldn’t want to come.”
She sure as hell was right. “Don’t you find it strange a couple takes in a young girl, barely 21, and beats her up and fuck her?”
“Master! I can’t believe you’ve said that. As a Master yourself, you very well know BDSM is not about ‘beating someone up’. Shame on you! Yes, they have an open relationship. Yes, he is a very skilled and experienced Dom. In the realm of BDSM, polygamous relationships are more frequently found than in any other type of relationship. I remember very well that you’ve loved the stories about a guy with two or more chicks around him. This is not a story, this is real life. And guess what? In real life, it happens as well that three people are all happy together.” Since she got herself so worked up, it was most effective to simply allow her to rant.
“So if you don’t want to go with me, stay at home. I mean, Martin will be busy with Ilse and Helga and I sewing the dress. I know you don’t like to be around strangers, and I know you have worked up a dislike for Master Martin. But he is so professional. He has had several of girls like Ilse and they all went away happy and a better slave than when they entered the house.”
“I don’t like the idea that you are there alone with him, little one. I think he is dangerous.”
“Would Helga be my friend if she would think he is dangerous? Would she invite me as her guest, HER guest – not his, into her home? Yes, I would love to go. And talk all day with Helga girl talk. I kinda have missed that a bit. And she understands me better than anyone else. I don’t have to pretend or change who I am with her; I can just be myself.”
Was I sufficiently self-absorbed to lock her in a cage and deprive her of a life, aspirations, and the ability to make her own decisions? Although she was my slave, but she was a person as well. She was my wife, for god’s sake! In the end, everything boiled down to trust, didn’t it? Did I trust my wife to spend some time with a man and two women who were already living with him? Of course I did. I had full and total belief in her complete devotion and commitment to our marriage.
“How long would you be away?”
I saw a shade of triumph in her eyes. She transferred to negotiating mode.
“It’s a long drive to north Germany, and Helga suggested taking me to Hamburg, where I can find small boutiques with exceptionally special clothing. Maybe you can ask Peter and Natas to come and visit while I’m gone. I’m sure Natas won’t mind that I’m not here.”
“OK, seven days, not more. And that includes the days driving to and from their home.”
“Oh, Master! Really? O God, I love you so much.”
“Don’t make me regret it, little one.”
“Of course not, my Master. I will call Helga now. Can you please untie me from the bed, so I can call Helga, Master?”
“At this time of hour?”
“Without a doubt, Master, they typically have a late bedtime.” She slipped out of bed and I heard her squeal in the next room on the phone. I knew they would be on the phone for the next hour or so. So I turned in bed and tried to get some sleep. It took me a while to fall asleep.
This was certainly not the first time I was alone for a few days. Being the social butterfly she was, Sylvia had gone on holidays with friends before. She had visited friends and couples before and stayed there for a few days. She simply needed people more than I did. So this week was not the end of the world. I’m not a young kid anymore that can’t even cook his own meal. I’m a better cook than Sylvia. It’s not only that I didn’t mind being alone for a few days, I kind of liked it as well. I need time to recharge my batteries sometimes and the best way I can do that, or certainly the quickest way, is to be alone for some time.
So I went for long walks, enjoying nature. I went to McDonalds to stuff myself with junk food. The nearest Mac is a 40 minute drive, so not something we take for granted. Spending an entire morning at a train shop, I ended up wasting too much money on items that I thought were absolutely necessary. I fixed some things that needed fixing for a long time in the kitchen and in the bathroom. I got caught up in all of this and didn’t realise how quickly time passed.
On Wednesday evening, Sylvia called. It felt good to hear her voice again. I told her so. She explained that Helga and she went out a lot and bought some wonderful stuff and were so busy when she went to bed; she realised she had not called me yet. I agreed with her that time was flying. “Are you coming home tomorrow?” I said.
“Well, they have this big fair on Saturday with a parade and all of that, and I’m told it’s super fun and a must-see thing. Would you mind terribly if I stayed another few days here?”
That was a good time to tell her I spent more than I had intended on the model railroad.
“So I will be busy here for a few days. If you want to go this fair, and you are not overstaying your welcome, I would say go for it, little one.”
“Wonderful. Thank you Koen. I’m told it really is something special.” As I listened closely, I could make out the slight tremble in her voice, a clear sign of her shivering.
“What is it, little one? You’re not getting a cold there, are you?”
“No, no. I simply have to put something on soon. I will call you on Sunday. If not before that, is that OK?”
“That will be fine”, I said. “Take care of yourself, little one. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said, and the connection was broken shortly after that.
About an hour later, my phone rang. My ringtone is ‘Sanctus’ from Gabriel Fauré’s Requiem. I don’t like to call people, and if I can avoid a telephone conversation, I will. The sopranos sing softly in a very simple rising and falling melody of only three notes, which the male voices repeat, accompanied on the harp and a dreamy rising melody in the violins. It makes the ringing of the phone peaceful, soothing, and calming. I looked at the screen, fully expecting to see Sylvia’s phone number there, but it wasn’t. It was a foreign number.
“Koen de Groen speaking.”
“Master Koen, this is Jutta Petska from Club Kink Kinta. I hope this is a good time to reach out to you.”
“Yes, of course. Jutta, how nice to hear your voice again.”
“Ooohhhh, that is so likewise, master Koen. How are you?”
“I’m fine, really. Sylvia is spending a few days with Helga. They are close friends now. How is Ilse, have you heard from her?”
“I didn’t expect to hear from her, but that’s not a problem.”
I did not know what to make of that. “Maybe I can ask Sylvia how she is doing, since she is over there?”
“Perhaps better not, Master Koen, but it’s so kind of you to offer. The reason I’m calling is to make sure you will attend the next Kink Kinta club night. Personally, I would love it if you’d both be there.”
“I was kind of looking forward to see you as well, Jutta. You have made an impression on me last time”, I laughed.
“Good”, she said with conviction. “Maybe you could come a few days earlier, so we all can get to know each other better. Since Ilse is no longer helping at the inn, I have hired some more staff and they are doing quite well. It gives me a little more time as well to be a better hostess for you.”
“Perhaps we will. I will speak to Sylvia on Saturday. The Saturday after that is the club night planned, isn’t it?”
“Yes, you are right. Not this Saturday, but the next one. I’m looking forward to your call on Saturday and even more to be able so see you both.”
“Thank you. I will call you back on Saturday, or Sunday at the latest.”
“I would appreciate that. Thank you, Master.”
“Goodnight Jutta.”
“Goodnight Sir.”
See? I could make a normal phone call. I’m not totally socially handicapped. I had been dreading it, but in retrospect wasn’t that bad. And that was largely because of Jutta’s hospitality.