The two servers that served our dinner came in with a cart full of beverages. That was very welcome. Ilse grabbed two water bottles before offering her mother sips of water, which Jutta eagerly drank. Helga was sitting on Martin’s lap and he was tenderly comforting her, kissing away her tears. Here, they accepted the water bottles as well. In the meantime, people were busy decorating Sylvia’s body with words but with little drawings as well. I stood aside from the group. They all knew each other well, probably for a long time, so their discussion flowed naturally. Mistress Olivia, you know the one with the polished boots, came towards me.
“How do you like your first Kink Kinta night until now?” She started.
“It’s overwhelming, if I’m honest.”
“Yes, I can see that. A presentation like we have seen just yet is not standard play here either. I don’t know what I admire more, his skill with the whip or her willpower to hold her posture through all of this. We are in for some more very interesting entertainment tonight, so your first night here is great.”
“I look forward to it”, I said politely.
“Your slave girl is interesting as well. A lot of potential there. Perhaps in the future we can swap slave girls for a while. This one here, she caressed the hair of her lover that sat at her feet, is a 100 percent lesbian, but she loves it if I lend her sometimes to a powerful straight man as well.”
With no intention of doing so, I agreed to it, saying “perhaps, who knows?” She smiled knowingly and said her goodbyes.
“Ladies and gentleman, Masters and Mistresses, may I have your attention, please?” Olivia’s voice resonated through the room. “We still have a certified slut hanging here having the time of her life and she is oblivious to what has happened here tonight. I suggest it’s time we bring her back to civilisation.”
With gentle hands, Ilse loosened the lace from behind, allowing the hood to fall away from Jutta’s head. Olivia used her long nails to remove two earplugs. She looked at Ilse.
“How many orgasms did you count, slave Ilse?”
“Twelve, mistress Olga.” Ilse almost whispered, clearly intimidated by the tone of voice and the big woman before her.
Olga slapped Jutta’s right cheek hard. “Well done, slave Jutta. Did you enjoy coming for a change?”
“Yes mistress. Very much so,” Jutta said.
“Good, now you have had your pleasure. Tell me what comes after pleasure, slave girl!”
“Pain, mistress Olga.”
“That’s right. And tell all the nice people here who you have chosen to punish you.”
“Master Koen, mistress Olga.”
“Yes, Master Koen indeed. If you don’t mind me asking, what type of punishment did you end up choosing?”
“A spanking, mistress.”
“Using his pants’ belt?”
“Please no, mistress. If it pleases Master Koen, I would like an old-fashioned spanking with his big bare hands, and me folded over his lap.”
“You just want to feel his gigantic cock against your belly, slut. Tell me how many spanks you have earned.”
“Twelve orgasms times 10 is hundred and twenty spanks. Is that too much, master Koen?” Jutta asked me.
“You sit on it tomorrow, not me.”
In the meantime Ilse had freed her mother from the St. Andrew Cross and was and made neat bundles of the ropes. Jutta approached me in a somewhat staggering manner. After being forced into one position for a long time, you try to walk. Most people complain after two hours on a crowded plane. People around me pulled away some chairs to make room. Jutta bent over my lap, her hands resting on the floor and unbidden raised to her toes. I didn’t tell her to do that; she volunteered. I caressed her buttocks, and softly scratched her, building up tension.
“Do you want me to count them and ask for the next one, master Koen?” she asked.
“Ilse, as you are her partner in crime, you can count them out loud and beg me to give your mother the next one.”
“Yes, Master Koen”, sounded from the back of the room. “Please start spanking my mother with a very hard spank.”
I did what she asked. Goosebumps appeared all over Jutta’s back and even on her backside as she shivered.
“One master, may she have another one, please, please, please?” Ilse said.
I delivered the first ten rather quick. Too fast to give her daughter the chance to beg for the next one. The next ten slow with lots of caressing softly, the flesh that was getting warmer. It was me who was getting warmer as well.
I addressed my girl and said: “Take my jacket and shirt off, little one. It’s quite warm here.” By now, I’m sure Jutta could feel my erection, but if she had any objections, she didn’t show it. I’m not ashamed of my torso. I keep myself in shape and in contradiction to most of my peers. My stomach muscles were still doing their job, keeping everything nice and tight.
“Lets continue, shall we? I don’t want to bore you to death so Ilse, why don’t you just count instead of that constant begging to beat your mother harder.”
“Yes, master”, Ilse’s soft voice came from afar.
The series 20 to 50 were moderately hard and in rapid succession. Not only on Jutta’s buttocks, but on the back of her thighs as well. Apart from some heavy sighing, she still had not uttered a sound.
I bent over and kissed with small butterfly kisses her buttocks. Heat was radiating from it now. My hand wandered off between her legs and immediately she shifted her feet outward so I had better access. It didn’t surprise me that the slut was already wet. With one finger in her pussy and my thumb stroking her clit, she soon was humping on my lap. Our audience laughed.
“She is a slut, isn’t she? But can she keep quiet for the next 50 spanks? Let’s see.” I started in a pleasant rhythm and kept going until I reached 100. All predictable with the same interval between the spanks. I caressed her butt again, now much warmer. My cock felt like it was going to burst into streams of semen every minute now. Better get this show off the road before I would humiliate myself instead of Jutta. I tested her waters, but she was even more wet than before.
The last 20 I decided not to be so predicable. So a few spanks like an automatic machine gun and then two minutes nothing but caresses and the probing of my fingers between her legs. It was the first time she moaned, but it wasn’t because of pain; more because of her unfulfilled desires. I unleashed all my strength in the last three spanks, without holding back, and struck her with full force.
“120”, Ilse said without emotion, just like she had done all this time. She didn’t seem affected by the punishment of her mother at all. She helped Jutta to stand straight, but Jutta immediately sank to her knees before me and asked.
“How can I reward you, Master Koen, for giving me the punishment I deserved?” She didn’t look me in the eye, but was looking at my rampant erection. I had no intention of fucking her here with all these people here, including my own wife.
“I’m working up a good sweat, little one. Why don’t you use your tongue to dry off my entire upper body, including my armpits? And make sure you don’t miss a spot.”
People applauded. I didn’t know for whom or for what. Jutta’s little tongue swiping slowly over my upper body felt divine. If you leave this world without the pleasure of a woman genuinely and intimately licking every part of your body, you will have missed a truly marvellous experience.
After a brief pause, mistress Olga reclaimed the floor to speak.
“Friends, we have another big event scheduled for tonight. Mistress Jutta, perhaps you would like to explain it to those of us, who are as yet in the dark about Ilse.”
The instantly promoted slave to mistress said, “As you all know, I’m not just the mother, but also the owner of slave Ilse. And I made enquiries about who might be interested in buying her. Master Martin here said he wouldn’t want to buy an untrained slave, but he was interested in renting her for a year. He assured me that after she was trained, her value could double, or even triple. In the interest of a good return of investment, I am a businesswoman after all, I took him up on his offer. And what would be a better time to do the transfer ritual than here, in Club Kinky Kinta?”
“Can I request Master Martin, Mistress Jutta, and slave Ilse on the stage, please?” Mistress Olga resumed. Master Martin standing on my right and Mistress Jutta and Ilse on my left, if you please.
“Here you are at last, Ilse. It’s an important new step in your life. I won’t delay this any longer than I have to. It’s exciting enough already. Initially, I will pose a series of questions to you, Ilse, to establish that we are no longer living in the 16th century. Following that, Jutta will sign the lease, and finally, Master Martin will carry out his acceptance ceremony.”
With no prompting, Ilse got down on her knees.
“Ilse, how old are you?” Mistress Olga asked.
“21 years, 1 month and 2 days, Mistress.”
Olga smiled. “I like a slave who can grasp the underlying significance of the question.” People laughed.
“Are you the property of Jutta Peska and do you consent she is free to do with you anything that anyone can do with her property, including sell you or rent you out?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Speak in complete sentences, you untrained slave.”
“Yes, mistress Olga. My owner is free to do with me whatever she wants with me.”
“So glad you agree on that”, Mistress Olga said drily.
“Have you carefully reviewed the lease agreement, had the chance to make any amendments to it, and do you wholeheartedly and with no reservations agree with its contents?”
“In fact, I made some revisions to it. I have had long conversations with Master Martin about it as well. I agree wholeheartedly endorse its contents.” Ilse said.
“Good Girl.” Mistress Olga presented a document. It looked like parchment. I had trouble containing my laughter. It is possible to go overboard with the theatre. Master Martin signed the document and after him, Jutta wrote her commitment in ink.
“Ilse. Stand up and take your place next to Master Martin.” Olga said and gave the document to Jutta. “Master Martin, you may begin your transfer ritual.”
“Thank you. Slave Helga bind her arms behind her back with this rope. Ladies and gentleman, may I invite you to the wet room in the corner on your right, where we will perform the ritual?”
Helga bound not only Ilse’s wrists together, she also made a tight rope bra that caused Ilse’s sizeable tits to swell angry red. We all stood up and all the disciples followed the master to the altar of transfer. Front and centre stood a nice bathtub, completely transparent. It was already half full. No bubbles or anything like that. Just water. Martin opened the tap. He spoke amidst the sound of rushing water.
“This tub contains mostly cold water. Slave Ilse has just agreed to be mine without reservations. But words are just words. It’s the action that counts. Adyashanti said, ‘What you actually love is most truly reflected in your actions, not what you feel, think or say.’ Think of this as Ilse’s first challenge. When I ask her to trust me, she answers affirmatively, almost without thinking. But what happens if her life depends on her obedience? I will hold her under water as long as I want to. When I push her under with one hand, she will not resist me. I wish for her to trust me completely and feel comfortable relying on me without hesitation that I will get her out before she drowns. If she resists, it will be a short rental period, I’m afraid. But I have faith in Ilse. She has nerves of stainless steel.”
Martin put a clamp on Ilse’s nose and lifted her effortlessly above the water.
“Ready?” He asked her. She nodded.
He laid her gently in the cold water and gave her a few seconds to get used to the temperature shock. I did not know how cold the water was, but anyone who has jumped into a pool knows that if the temperature is not equal to your body temperature, you are in for a shock. Then slowly he pressed her tits with that, also her head under the water.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Fifteen.
Martin completely focused on Ilse. He never saw one slave leap forward, with a massive, almost otherworldly scream. He tackled Martin to the floor and punched him everywhere he could hit.
“Murderer! I won’t let you hurt her. Beast! You are nothing more than a dog. I’ll kill you. How about that? I won’t let you drown her. I rather die first.” He growled.
The attacker was the one that wanted the glass tube in his dick, remember him? Four people came to Martin’s rescue and pulled Eddie away from him. What was special was that Martin was much stronger than Eddie, but did not defend himself. He took all the blows the poor man gave, doing nothing back.
I decided to get involved and gave Jutta instructions to separate the two combatants, Martin on one side of the dungeon, and Eddie on the other.
Ilse, completely forgotten in the commotion, appeared to be safely out of the bath and warmed her shivering body close to Helga’s battered body. Another slave I did not know also provided additional body heat by pressing herself tight to Ilse’s back.
Eddie was still fighting us. I ordered two girls to hold his legs, sit on his legs if necessary, as I restrained his arms. Finally Louise, his mistress, unfroze from her chair and came to calm Eddie. His eyes bulged from his head. Her calm but strict commands had little impact on him.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie, I should have known. We should have left in time. It was all my fault. Please forgive your mistress for making such a huge mistake.”
I looked at her, my face a question mark.
“He saw his sister drown when he was a little kid and still blame himself for that.”
I paled. What was a playful situation for one, may be an unbearable trigger for another. What a mess.
It took 20 minutes before the anger had dissipated from poor Eddie. Martin on the other side of the dungeon, had a nude Ilse on his lap. She was planting little kisses on his neck and throat.
I beckoned to Sylvia, who was talking to Helga on the other side of the room. Together with the girls whose names I still didn’t know, I led Eddie and Louise to their room. It was diagonally opposite ours.
I said to my wife, “I will keep an eye out in the hallway tonight. Eddie probably isn’t doing anything tonight, but I’ll wait in the corridor just in case.”
“I will check on Jutta, Ilse and the rest.” Sylvia said.
“That will be fine. It’s pointless for both of us to sit in these chairs.”
After an hour, Louise peeked out of her room and came to sit with me.
“He’s asleep now. You can go to your room as well. Thank you so much for all you did tonight for us.”
“I’m over my sleep, anyway. Will he be alright?”
“I hope so. I know him so well. How could I have missed this? He trusted me to take care of him. And all I did was looking at the arms of Master Martin. I did not even think of what this would do to him. All those memories he buried so deep are raw, like the nerves in an open wound. Oh, God!”
She cried. To console her, I gave her a half-arm hug. Poor Eddie. A man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. Poor Louise. So much responsibility and only human.
It was after five o’clock when Sylvia emerged from the dungeon. We went to bed as well. The worst would be over at the other side of the hall. The rest would take longer than what was left of the night.