Both girls seemed nice enough. Frieda was tall and slim, Anna the opposite. I understood why Anna had body shaming issues. Both of her best friends looked very pretty. Anna wasn’t ugly, she was normal. There are few really pretty girls out there. Most of them are normal. Not pretty, not ugly but somewhere in between.
Anna had made a huge amount of food for lunch, and I was hungry. So I was mostly silent while I ate and the three girls chattered among themselves about other girlfriends and their boys.
“So what do you girls do on a rainy Saturday afternoon?” I asked, finally finished most of the food.
“Shopping!”, all three answered at once.
“Sorry, I have had that experience with Girl already. Is there something else perhaps?”
“Master Ryker, can I have a word with you in private please, sorry girls”, Girl asked me.
She took me upstairs to a bedroom. Probably Anna’s, because of the number of girly things everywhere. Girl brought me in front of a full-sized mirror.
“Master Ryker please tell me what you see there in the mirror.”
“I’m seeing a young guy that probably needs a haircut but I think I look rather decent, I may not have a washboard stomach, but on the whole, I’m quite satisfied with the way I look.”
“Do you mind if I tell you what I see in the mirror, master?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“I see a staggeringly handsome guy, strong, independent, with warm eyes and rebellious hair in a wrinkled suit that he will probably use tonight to teach his naughty slaves a lesson. I know he wants me to trust him when he tells me my head will look better with no hair on it at all. And I hope that this guy that makes my panties wet by looking at him will accept my advice. If I was his wife I would say, go with me to a specialty store where we will buy an outfit for you that makes you look like a ferocious Master tonight. One that makes all the slaves wish they had you for a master, if only for the night, and all the masters and mistresses envious of the way you look. Please, please, please, please let me do this for you. I will pay, no worries about that.”
It doesn’t matter how long a guy is in a relationship, any relationship, and even in a mutual wonderful relationship a girl will keep on testing the guy. She’ll keep checking on him if she’s still number 1 and if he’s involved with her. Don’t ask me why we do that. But we do. Perhaps it’s insecurity, perhaps it’s the dopamine rush that comes from confirmation, but any woman I know does check on her man every so often. This was Girl looking for confirmation for trusting her that she’d my best interest at heart.
“You just want to show me off to your friends in the store”, I teased.
She smiled. Beautiful smile. “You’re probably, right.”
“I agree on one condition. I will pay for my clothes.”
She nodded. The surrender was too quick. So we went downstairs. The cacophony of the three girls produces screams of happiness and fulfillment. Followed by the sudden deafening silence of three girls that needed to change clothes upstairs. It wasn’t the first time I played Ken for girls that needed to take their minds off something else. I’d survive.
I took the lunch stuff to the kitchen, put some in the fridge, and all the shelf life stuff on a table so they could put it in the right cupboard. Then I began washing the dishes and was nearly done when I heard a sea of giggles washing down the stairs.
“Ryker, where are you?” I heard Anna call out.
“He’s not left I hope?”, sissed Frieda.
“No, he’s probably in the kitchen.” Girl said.
“I’m in the kitchen, almost done!” I yelled back.
After Anna and I went through the polite ‘you shouldn’t have’ I took a moment to see the transformation. Like sisters they all had a black bra and black panties and on top of that, a sheer black fishnet dress if you could call it that. They had dressed like sisters they obviously felt. It was a dress for a very hot day on the beach over a bikini. Definitely not for a cold rainy day. I don’t think you have any trouble guessing who took her bra off in the living room and left it at Anna’s home. I loaded a truckload full of female flesh in my Audi and programmed the navigation app. The three girls were all in the back seats and were far too busy to comment on my driving skills. After an half hour or so, Google told me we had reached our destination. On the outskirts of a city in what we in Holland call an ‘industrial district’ was a huge three-story building. Red neon lights flashed “Playtime”. So much for subtlety. We still had our two umbrellas in the car and Frieda and Anna huddled under 1 umbrella, Girl and I shared the other. Reasonably dry we reached the entrance of this place that was brightly lit and warm. The place wasn’t busy for a Saturday afternoon. Scattered around there were mainly men in raincoats in the store very much minding their own business. Looking at the big section of porn books and DVDs on the ground floor. A staircase that would have made many a town hall jealous in size was predominantly present in the middle of the store. Big signs like “lingerie and clothes”, “BDSM”, “Sexual Wellness” and “Toys” tried to seduce us to check out the floors above. And so we did. As soon as we reached the first floor a guy came up to us.
“Ulla how nice to see you again, Girllllll you look gorgeous in that outfit”, he said with the special high voice gay men use to compliment the other sex. And you Anna and Frieda welcome to Sin City where all your dreams come true. And who may I ask is this fine young man?”
“Peter may I present Master Ryker, the only man that knew after the first time he saw me we were going to be married. And the good thing is, he hasn’t run away from me yet, so who knows what the future brings. Master Ryker, may I present Peter. He’s our guide in good taste and knows exactly what sluts like us need to buy.”, Girl said in a sassy tone of voice.
“You guys freak out in here, we’re off to the sexy clothes section”, Frieda said and took her friend by the hand to the second floor.
“So ‘Master Ryker’. You certainly took a lot on your plate with this girl as your potential slave here, master.”
“Oh, no Peter. He’s a real master, there’s not a fake bone in this guy’s body. He’s got two slaves in cage detention as we speak, awaiting punishment. And these girls are not inexperienced schoolchildren but both middle-aged women that worship the ground he walks on.” Girl said.
“Is that so? Interesting. So what can I do for you today?”
“We need something that makes Master Ryker look powerful, strong, and maybe a little bit older for tonight. That asshole Frederic is in town and we can use a bit of your magic touch. But forget about dressing him like a leather boy you love so much, because that’s not what he is.” Girl turned to me and said “Peter here is in the gay leather scene. And he’s got the right equipment for it. His cock is thin and long and is made for anal. He’s a real slut and will fuck both boys and girls. Girls only in the ass of course.”
“I can’t help it if you girls have such sloppy cunts, the friction of the ass is so much better.” Peter whined.
“Well, I have to admit you gave me one of the best ass fucks I have had in a long time.” Girl giggled. Peter glanced up at me, checking if I knew that Girl was that kind of girl. I kept a blank expression on my face. Peter seemed to be Girl’s kind of guy, fun-loving and enjoying life as it comes. Well, having fun is not prohibited for girls only. Peter seemed to have found some new respect for me if I had to go by his facial expression.
“He’s a bit of a romantic type of guy”, Girl needed to add for some reason.
“Nothing wrong with being romantic. How does he address you, Ulla?”
“He always calls me Girl.”
“Never slut or whore?”
“No, he does call my mother that.”
“Interesting. You are an interesting man, Master Ryker.”
“Why is it important how he calls me?” asked Girl.
“He sees you as you truly are. Not as a Slut or a Whore. You are those to me and every else I know, but so not to him. He sees you as a girl. You would make a great couple. Enough about you slut, let’s talk with Master Ryker. We have already stretched the line of polite behavior in his company.
“Master, would you feel comfortable in just tight black leather pants, with maybe one or two wide leather bands across your chest?”
“Yes to the pants, no to the leather bands.”
“I told you so, and yet you’ve tried anyway. I should write a little note for your master before we leave.”
“Please do, mistress. It has been too long since I had a decent flogging.” Peter said eagerly.
“How about this one?”Peter said in a completely other tone of voice, this one talked business. He was holding I crisp white shirt that was wide enough to be comfortable. The sleeves ended just below my elbow and tied with six buttons in a row.”
“I like that one,” I said after trying it on. And so we decided.
“Can I show you some of our fine bondage equipment section, Master Ryker?”
“I don’t think so.”
“He’s less of a devices and instruments type of guy and more of a rulebook type of master.” Girl butted in again.
“Ouch, that was one time too many I think you answered for Master Ryker I think. Why don’t I give you two of these nice new nipple clamps on your pretty little tits, on the house and you stand there in our special corner suffering from those nasty little things, as Master Ryker and I will attend to some serious business.”
He screwed the clamps on her nipples very tight. Girl complained about them being too tight.
“Oh, don’t be a sissy girl. This sissy girl has tried them on me and my nipples are still intact.”
Girl walked to the naughty corner and pulled her panties down at her ankles and held her skirt up so all could see her great ass. And the 30 or so male clients all seemed to notice that.
“So, Master Ryker peace and quiet for a moment. There is something I just have to show you.” We stopped at a huge bookcase. “Now these are all books about every aspect of BDSM in every color and every shade of that color. From deep black about branding and blood play to all the darker shades of vanilla white. But there are only three thin little books that if you read them will be your bible. They are hard to come by and not in print anymore. But you seem to be the perfect dominant for it. These books are called ‘The Devil is in the Details” by a guy that calls himself Lt. Morrison. Now get over his annoying mister know-it-all writing and concentrate on the lessons. His lessons are especially for a young master a gift for life. There are three books, but that is some kind of marketing trick I think to make more money, the three books form together one book. Even if you’re not a reader, force yourself please to read this cover to cover. You won’t regret it. It will be your bible forever. Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
“I’m not religious.”
“Oh, saved by the bell then.”
“I’ll take them. Next time we’ll be here I will tell you what I thought of it.”
“I would appreciate that, master.”
We went upstairs and found Girl’s friends in the dressing room. They showed us two outfits but complained that they couldn’t afford it. I ignored the silent plea to pay for it. They were Girls’ friends, not mine.
We dropped Girls’ friends at Anna’s house.
“Master, can we stop here for a moment? We have an hour or so before I have to prepare for tonight. Maybe we can have a drink at the café over there?”
Girl was tense as a violin string. I guess a violin needs a string to be tight, don’t you? I wasn’t much of a violin lover. The theme of Schindlers’ List was the only violin piece that brought tears to my eyes. Girl’s eyes were not exactly dry at this moment either. The Bierstube was a traditional German cafe with only a few regulars at the Stammtisch, no doubt telling compelling stories that may or may not be true. I ordered us for us both a Warsteiner, a German brand. The glass, a German beer mug, contained 1,4-liter beer. We found a table away from the noisy regular table.
“We need to talk. I hope I can do the talking and that you will listen. It’s important to share this with you. This talk is long overdue, but all the more reason to tell you before the show tonight.”
I nodded. You know how good I’m at that.
“When I was in Grundschule my teacher called in sick so we got a substitute teacher, but we were sent home at half past one. It rarely happened. I walked home and as always I yelled “I’m home!”. I expected to see my mum in the kitchen preparing dinner for our guests. It was low season so we only had four of them and none of their cars were in the parking lot, just my dad’s. But the kitchen was empty. Except for the food already neatly covered in tin foil paper, ready to be engulfed by our guests. To be presented on traditional Bavarian plates prepared for the compliments of our guests for my mom’s cooking skills. I went through the rest of the house and even checked all the bathrooms. No mum. No dad. It was only then I saw the door behind the reception unlocked. It was never unlocked. Never ever. I was told there was once a large hall for parties and weddings. My dad had spent a lot of time there. I asked my parents about it but I never got a satisfactory answer to any of my questions. It only piqued my curiosity. Ever since Eve, women have been curious by nature. So here I was in a dark corridor behind the door that didn’t frighten me. I was afraid of nothing and no one. I was Ella, a brave princess. Feeling the rough wall with my hands, I continued downwards what seemed like an endless corridor. Finally, I saw a faint light at the end of the corridor. With a pounding heart, I walked towards the light. I was brave, but maybe not that dauntless. There was no wedding going on in that room. Sounds reached me before I could see anything. They sounded like nothing I’d ever heard before. Surely they came from my parents. My father grunted my mother yelled. It was the first time I heard sounds associated with sex. With rough sex.
I remember standing there in the doorway looking at my mother. She was nude. She was tied to a big wall rack, the kind you see in the gym of the school. All my school years since then I’ve never been able to look at a wall rack and not make the association with my mother being tied to it. With her arms wide like a female Jesus statue. With her breasts were swollen like balloons because of the tight rope at the base which distorted their natural form and shape. With rope on her forehead tying her head to the wooden bars behind her. Her legs were behind my father’s butt in an attempt to press him as close to her core as he possibly can. I was familiar with sex education in school and the only way a male crotch can be that close to a female one is if his member would be completely in her. My father tried to resist and pull it out again, but my mother’s legs pressed him in again. I had seen dogs mate. They did it much faster than my parents. In my father’s hand was a small whip and he was raining blows on her breasts. They were already bright red and I could clearly see the stripes of the whip on them. If my mother had been furious about it or complained I might have run to them to make it stop. But my mother was shouting
“Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me harder! Is that the best you can do with my titties? Make them burn for me, please. Make it hurt sooooo goooood.” To this day forward I remember her exact words which she cried out in apparent ecstasy. I was nailed to the ground for several minutes just watching them making love. Sure I was grossed out by my parents for having sex. I mean, parents don’t have sex, right? Any normal girl would have been appalled by the rough sex and the interior of the rest of the room. It looked exactly what it was supposed to look like. A dungeon. Full of stuff I couldn’t make out what it was – or worse – what it was supposed to be used for. But I wasn’t. For the first time in my life, I had a vague understanding of where all these confusing ideas I felt came from. Of course, it wasn’t much more than a spark of forbearing. I was eleven, for God’s sake!
I had to sneeze, probably from the dust in the dungeon and that’s the moment my parents almost got a heart attack. I remember my dad’s dripping cock. Most likely he had just climaxed. There was a lot of yelling. My mother wanted to be free from the ropes, NOW! My dad froze, unable to move, leaking seamen on the floor. He looked at me with a pained expression. Any parent’s worst-case scenario is being disturbed by the kids. Only this one squared. Later with a bolted dungeon door again, I think they needed both more after-care than I did.”
We had in common that we discovered early on in life our parents were heavily into BDSM. The concept of people getting off by giving or receiving pain or humiliation is hard to understand at any age. It’s almost impossible at a young age. We drank our beer, lost in thought. But Girl wasn’t ready yet.
“I was early in my sexual awakening. I lost my virginity at 13 and a half. With Robert from dance class. He was 15 and feeling quite the man. He was one of the few boys that could dance a good salsa. A gentleman on the dance floor, but an insensitive, raw, and above all nervous boy in the bushes behind the dance studio. Later he told me I was the first girl he had fucked that actually came from taking my cherry. He didn’t realize, of course, the only reason I came was because he was so rough with me. I had masturbated by that time almost daily, but the actual fuck was so much better. The humiliation of being a slut being fucked in the bushes where we could have been seen by any of my classmates and friends. Now I had a taste of this, and I wanted more. Roberts bragging about what a slut I was gave other boys the courage to do the same. And soon after that, I went after the older boys. When I was 15 I had the well-deserved reputation of being the school slut.
At 15 my father left us. He had found a young slut from Venezuela I think. One bad day he just left us and I haven’t heard or seen from him since. If he came to see us tomorrow I would kick his balls so hard they would be useless forever. When he’s on the ground I would scratch his eyes out. You know, literally. Eyeballs lying on the floor detached from his face somewhere. And I would use my high heels to crush them. Then I would find four horses and have his legs and arms each bound with a piece of rope and secure all four ropes on the horse. Slowly let them quarter him as unhurriedly as they could. What this bastard did to my mother was almost beyond repair.
If one good thing came out of this misery was that my mother and I really bonded. Instead of being mother and daughter, we became sisters. BFF’s. We support each other in everything. I helped every day in the hotel. We talked about everything girls should talk about. And I opened up about my feelings and my sluttiness. She taught me about masochism. Being an expert in that field. I talked her into having a BDSM night every month. It was good for the business of the hotel as well. After a few fuckups on the weekend, we decided to keep this weekend exclusive for our kink guests.
After begging her for it for a long time she finally allowed me to join those weekends at 17. I loved it. And not before long I started to become the main attraction of these kink events. And mother as hostess has always been my safeword.”
Without a word, Girl grabbed her bag and went to the little girls’ room. When she came back after 10 minutes or so she was composed again, wearing a fresh layer of make-up. She sat down and continued.
“I’m scared. It’s not easy to accept that you’re a masochist, Master Ryker. My life is more than only my sexuality. Back when I was in school I really liked this boy. He was kind, handsome, and every girl’s eye candy. I was the school slut and he was the guy that could have gotten into any girl’s panties. But he wanted me for some reason, and I was flattered. He wanted me for himself. So I gave up guy-hunting for him. My white knight had come to rescue me. I felt treasured and wanted and beautiful. Fucking him was different and new. Maybe I could be normal. God, I so wanted to be normal in those days. I longed to be like Frieda and even Anna. I was too late of course to save my reputation in school. But my White Knight wanted to save me.
From whom? I never had thought about my masochism much until then. But the feelings got under my skin. The feelings I had hoped for to be gone and never come back. But they were back. And stronger than ever before. I tried to talk with my white knight about it. He suggested seeing a shrink about it. To appease him, I did. But these talks only cost me money and increased my guilt. There was only one person that truly understood me and that was my mother. It was creepy at that age to have a relationship with your mother where you can talk about your inner secrets. I mean, I was supposed to rebel against her and get in a fit each time she said ‘no’ to something I wanted. But instead, it was her and me against the rest of the world. So I stopped seeing the shrink. What I did find out is that my handsome boyfriend was maybe being a white knight, just made him feel better about himself. Not necessarily made me feel better. And when the craving became too strong, we parted ways. We didn’t exactly part as friends. It was public. Messy. Teenage heartbreak in all its glory.
He wasn’t my last white knight with a shining dick from my spit. Some masters over the years wanted to redeem me from this life and give me a better, often more prosperous life. So is this Master Ryker just another white knight that wants to take me to his place and live happily ever after? What will be my place in the pecking order of his household? Will I be as his wife the mistress of the other slaves or will I be last in the line of dominance? Would he understand that I needed to be last, and how would such a marriage work? Is 24/7 just a dream in books or can he keep me on a tight leash every day of the year? It scares the hell out of me. Is that the way my life should look for the next decades? Is it enough to be a slave or do I need more in life? What happens if I want to be a mother? A slave’s life doesn’t go well together with motherhood, as we both know. A 24/7 life seems to be every slave’s dream but isn’t eating from the floor and formal speech rules every single day getting old after a few months? Is my master capable of remaining strict with me after he falls in love with me, or do I get away with anything? Just like your girls are doing now? Will he be jealous if I fuck other guys on occasion? How possessive is healthy and when does it cross the line of domestic violence? So I want to leave this place, or will I be able to expand my mother’s business? Will it hurt the ego of Master Ryker to move to Germany?”
“So many questions.” I said.
“Yes. Please don’t try to answer them all now. Give it time. But do think about them please, because you know also I’m very attracted to you. And it’s not often a man comes along that gets my panties wet. I’m so confused Master.”
We were already late so we left the cafe in a hurry. At the hotel, Ilse came to us.
“You’re late. Go and get ready slut”, she snapped at her daughter. “Master Ryker, if I can have a quick word with you?”
I’ve heard that before today.
“If it’s really quick, I have to change for dinner as well.” I said.
“Two things. Both of your slaves are quite anxious for tonight and have been restless in their cages all day. They are both in mint condition though, so you don’t have to worry about that. Thus far, only Mistress Petra and you have indicated to want to be on stage tonight. As Ulla and I plan both to participate, we would like you Master Ryker to do us the honor of being our master for tonight. If that isn’t inconvenient for you of course.” She made a little curtsy if I was the King of Bavaria.
“It would be my honor.” I said politely.
I had a nice long shower and dressed commando in my nice leather pants. It’s the first time I wore pants like this. Pliable, soft, and… Ok, it looked good on me. The white shirt I had named a ‘Zorro shirt’ was comfortable as well.
A soft knock on my door. Dagmar? I opened the door and two naked girls came into my room, full of giggles and their hands full of clothes.
“OH. MASTER RYKER”, Ilse said. “You look… Oh my… You take my breath away really. Oh boy.”
“Master”, Girl said, “as you are our master for tonight we thought you should decide our clothes for tonight. We have three sets for you to choose from. The first set is one that we are wearing right now. The second set is a corset with a garter belt and stockings. The third is this translucent red dress that shows everything.
“You’ll wear the corset tonight.”
“The girls seemed to be pleased with that. We will master. Dinner will be served in 15 minutes. May I make one small suggestion regarding your outfit, master?”, Ilse asked.
She took a black elastic hairband from her wrist and pulled my hair at the back and tied with the hairband a good portion of my hair now in a short ponytail on top of my head.
“O, God this looks so sexy”, Girl moaned.
“It makes you look a little more…” Ilse stopped not wanting to say the word.
“mature?”
“more an experienced master. Do you like it?” Ilse agreed with me.
“No, but I will trust your instincts.”
“Thank you, master. We have to run now. See you in 14 minutes or so”, girl rushed.
My slaves had been waiting for 24 hours locked in a cage for this.
Showtime.