Slowly, I was fucking her wonderful tight ass. You cannot compare it to a cunt fucking. I wasn’t worried I would come too quickly. If I would, I would simply start all over again. I felt great.
“Do you think I will not only fuck your ass, but fuck your cunt as well?”
She held her head back and gargled.
“Good guess. The cunt is only for my wife. It is my weird idea of fidelity.”
“Next question: If I was to divorce Sylvia, would you marry me?” I fucked her hard now.
She swallowed her mouth full of pee and showed her audience with her tongue out of her mouth, and left them speechless.
“Good girl. Take another sip.” She did, but a bit more than a sip. I stroked her loins in an appreciative gesture.
“Thank you. Do YOU think I will divorce Sylvia?”
She swallowed again. This time with a little more difficulty. Few of my readers realise that pee is lukewarm when it leaves your body. And it doesn’t smell very nice either.
“So you say I will divorce Sylvia and will marry you? I think you are right about that. But if I simply want to replace her, why bother coming all the way here? Ah wait,” I panted now, “Intermission folks,” as I fucked her like a madman and erupted like a volcano into her bowels. Our public was silent as a shadow.
“Good girl, you may collect your reward, and after you have cleaned this soiled dick, you may make it hard again.” She did a wonderful job. This whole power thing got to me. Even if Sylvia didn’t come back, I would feel devastated but not as broken as before.
“Wonderful job, little one. Pity it has to go back into that dirty hole, well at least now it’s a bit lubricated inside. Head inside the bowl, little one until I am completely inside.” I had been right. It wished I had used lube, as it was easier for me as well, but that was not an option right now.
“I hope you are grateful for allowing you to remove that foul taste from your mouth, little one. Now, before we interrupted, I was asking you why bother coming here to pick up Sylvia. Well, obviously not as my wife anymore, that ship has sailed. Wait, perhaps she could be a slave, you slave. Would you like that little one, being a slave and having a pain slut at your disposal? Yes or no?”
She swallowed and showed her tongue to Sylvia.
“Good girl. Take a sip pretty one. Oh my, your ass feels so good. I can’t wait to fuck your cunt as well. Perhaps I should play a little with your clittie. It’s much more sensitive than my ex. Oh, that feels good. Go on and fuck me instead of the other way around. Concentrate Master Koen.” I said to myself with difficulty.
“So you want her to give all her belongings to you, including all of her clothes and jewellery, cellphone, watch, her ID-cards like you would own her?” I resumed.
Again, Jutta swallowed and showed her tongue. She dunked her head in the bowl again but, as there was less urine in it now; it didn’t splash all over the place anymore.
“And do I own you slave Jutta, who is soon to be my wife?”
She swallowed again and pointed with her bound hands at her tattoo. As she opened her mouth, Sylvia stood up and ran away. Helga went behind her.
“Grab the bowl, little one, and pour the remaining liquid over your hair,” I said. Obedient as always, she spread the yellow liquid over her hair, her face, and it dripped all over her body now. I untied her hands. Nadu position, pretty one. She knew that one. Someone who owns a BDSM-club knows about Nadu.
Slowly Martin, our only spectator left, starts a hand clap. I was uncertain if he meant it sarcastically, but he got up, smiled, and shook my hand.
“Well done, Koen. Respect. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were capable of it.”
I shrugged, feeling a slight release of tension in my shoulders. “I love her.”
“Your actions show that you not only comprehend what needs to be done, but also have the integrity to follow through with it.” The question is, can Sylvia admit it to herself she needs this? Helga is with her now. Best you hose off your slave and give her some loving back.” Good advice from the king of aftercare. I kissed her deeply and tasted the filthy urine taste on her tongue. What is the English expression… What’s good for the goose is good for the gander?
“Whatever the result, little one, my offer to marry you is still on the table. One way or the other, you will be my wife not before long.”
“Are you sure about that, Master?”
“Shut up and let’s find a garden hose.”
I had a thrilled Jutta on my lap that was righteously proud of her accomplishment of this morning. It was the best we could have done. She had drunk a whole water bottle to get rid of the salt, vile taste in the urine. Salt can be dangerous in large quantities. She also had a snack to settle her stomach some. We sat like that for over an hour. Helga and Sylvia came around the building and within eyesight. Jutta wanted to get up, but I pushed her down on my lap.
“Stay, little one,” I said.
Helga came to me and said, “I will leave you to talk,” and gently pushed Sylvia my way.
I lifted Jutta from my lap and took Sylvia’s hand in mine. I reached out with my left hand to Jutta.
“No, Master, this is a private thing you will have to discuss alone.” Jutta said.
“Obey, slave. If I want you to come you come with me, understand?” I said sharply.
“Yes, master.”
So with on each hand a wife I walked the opposite direction Helga and Sylvia came from. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take to be empty-handed again.
“You really insist on a divorce, Koen?”
I didn’t answer the question. We walked a couple of minutes in silence.
“Why do you refuse to answer the question, Koen?” Sylvia asked.
I turned to Jutta. “Tell Sylvia why I didn’t answer, little one.”
Jutta stopped walking to look at Sylvia. “You still don’t respect the man. His title is Master Koen. His mastery was clear today, solidifying his status as a true expert. It’s a token of respect that he was expecting from you and as you disrespected him, he saw no reason to answer.”
Creepy, how well Jutta can read my mind sometimes.
“I am sorry, Master Koen. I simply don’t understand you want a divorce after all we have been through together.”
“We have helped each other through terrible times, Sylvia. The days filled with despair are the ones that unite us in a way that cannot be broken. I remember the days you were eight months pregnant, and we found out that our little girl had given up. Giving her birth with no hope of seeing her alive is something that still wakes me up at night. And not you, but I went to pieces over that. And you helped me to cope. It took me almost a year to start living again. I always assumed our bond would survive anything. Because I always had limitless trust in you. Even if people gossiped about you, I never doubted you for a moment. It’s possible that I never saw you as a mere mortal, but as a divine being from another dimension. I was overjoyed when you said you wanted to rekindle our BDSM-past. My life was complete. My happiness was like a balloon, lifting me higher with every passing moment.”
“All the time you stayed here and lied to me and avoided me, I would have forgiven you and taken you back. Even when you drank your piss and got fucked by him in public, I would have forgiven you. In the end. I would. You then claimed that I was too feeble and inadequate to meet your needs. I could have made it through any situation except for your contempt. So yes, we are going to divorce either way.”
Sylvia swallowed audibly. “So why do you want me to go with you and be your future wife’s slave? I simply don’t understand. If you never would want to see me, that’s what I could understand. But do you really want to keep seeing me daily?”
“Yes.” I replied. She waited, but I stayed silent.
“How can you do this to Jutta? What makes you think it’s fair to involve her in the complications of your past relationship by saddling her with your ex-wife?”
“Similar to Jutta, who is my slave-girl, you will also assume the role of a slave-girl by proxy. We are here because I am convinced that you truly desire to be her slave and serve me through her. You need to feel the weight of being at the bottom of the power hierarchy pressing down on you. I will respect if you wish to be a servant of a servant. But I’m not kidnapping you from this place. If you want to stay with these people here, so be it. If you want to see someone else, you are a free woman. I’m giving you the opportunity to remain under my protection. Yes, I will be very strict with you. I will arrange for the creation of a specially crafted Chastity Belt tailored to your body’s measurements. And I will allow you to come only on special occasions. On Club nights, you will serve as the free slave girl, available for all members to use at no additional cost. You will help Jutta with her work in the hotel without pay. You will learn to satisfy Jutta in every way possible and it will make you grateful that you can give her so much pleasure and, because of that, giving me pleasure. And the last thing I will say about this, and then you have got to make up your own mind, is that I will maintain a vigilant watch over you, with the possibility of trusting you in the future, although it remains uncertain.”
“What about the boys? We still are the parents of two boys, remember?” Sylvia said.
“Ah, well, you can tell them we got divorced or not. It doesn’t matter. If you just want to tell them we have moved to Germany and are running a hotel now in Bavaria, that’s fine with me as well. The few days in the year they come here, they will have to accept we live in a polygamous family setting, and that is the truth. Both of them are grown men now, not boys anymore. They will have to accept it. Or not. We cross that bridge when we come to it.”
I let go of Sylvia’s hand and squeezed Jutta’s.
“We will leave you to it. Come on Jutta, let’s go back.”
“Yes, master.”
We walked back to the ranch, leaving Sylvia behind. I could feel her eyes in my back.
“Why master, did you ask me to go with you? I think this conversation may have gone better if I had not been there.” Jutta said.
“I wanted you to hear what I had to say to her. Where I go, you go. You are a part of me now. I am offering and expecting complete and utter honesty. There will be no secrets between us. Regardless of the intention of keeping the secret for one’s own good. I simply forbid you to have any secrets from me, and I will give you the same openness in return. She was right about the burden I put upon you by allowing her to come with us. But if she comes with us, we will be a unity, you and I. I need you. I need you to correct and contradict me if I am wrong. Masters are not always right because they have the Master-title. I don’t want to be a dictator to you or to Sylvia, for that matter. I will not accept any contradiction from Sylvia, but I will gladly receive it from you. For I want you and I to be one.”
“Can I ask you something, Master?”
“Of course, kitten.”
“Please throw me on the floor and fuck me as hard as you can. In the ass, in my cunt, or in my face. Whatever you like. But I need to feel you now.” I could hear in her voice that she meant it. Women are a strange species. You would think she was very sore from that ass fucking earlier this morning. And I knew she wanted to be taken roughly. So I ploughed her cunt vigorously, selfish and only seeking my release. I bit her nipples as I did and she came like I never have seen a girl come before. Full body orgasms are rare, I knew by now, and a simple vaginal or clitoral orgasm is fantastic. But a full body orgasm that lasted almost a minute is epic. It’s something you’ll never forget. Her face lost the tranquil look she always had and changed into a brutal, feral, almost painful look. Her eyes burned through my head like Superman’s X-ray eyes would. I lost it as well. I released my seed into her, creating a sound that could have been heard all the way to the Dutch border, a couple of hundred kilometres away.
We embraced and basked in the aftermath. Perhaps it was a release from the tension we both have felt all day long. Whatever it was, I didn’t want to overthink it. I just want to feel. Just saying little nothings like lovers do after a wonderful fuck. After half an hour, I pulled her up, and we walked to the ranch house, arms around each other. A trail of semen dripping down Jutta’s leg. She was completely naked, and I clothed again. And we were more close than ever before.
It took Sylvia an hour to get back to us. We all looked at her.
“I’m going to pack my things. I will go with you, master Koen, mistress Jutta, if you will have me.”
“You are very welcome to join us”, Jutta said for the both of us.
Helga stood up. “I will help you pack.” Both of the women had plenty to talk about as they packed.
“Why don’t you want to see Ilse, Jutta? I think she felt disappointed when you refused earlier.” Martin said.
“Ilse arrived here, ready to face her own personal struggle. I arrived here in a personal battle I had to confront. To maintain my resolve and strength, I had to block out any potential distractions and remain completely focused. I was here on a mission. Now that I have accomplished the mission, I would love to see her, if that is possible.
I whispered. “I will go with you. We are one.”
She smiled with moist eyes again. “I don’t know what I did to deserve such a good Master.”
I let that go. Women’s talk. Martin brought us to the barn, a big one. It was a bigger BDSM-dungeon than Club Kinky Kinta and my attic all together. In the far corner was a big dog cage. And in it was Ilse, of course. Where else?
“I will leave you alone here for 15 minutes. Ilse stays in the cage, of course, but you can talk to her freely.”
Mother and daughter cried. And they bonded telling their stories. They talked fast in German. The clock, in its constant ticking, was their common enemy. So Ilse had learned a great deal about herself and was happy to stay here. And she was glad that her mother quote ‘found happiness’ unquote. The brief visit had done Jutta visibly good.
Sylvia came down carrying three plastic garbage bags full of the stuff she bought here, and two suitcases. We carried it all in the Transit.
“You may thank your hosts here for putting up with you all this time.” I said. It was clear Helga already had said her goodbye and Martin’s goodbye was brief.
“Let’s go. Give your car keys to Jutta. She will drive your car home to Feuerburg. You will ride in the Transit.”
I turned to Jutta. “Do you remember how you got transported to this place?” I asked her.
“Yes Master. Vividly.”
“Tie your slave the same way I did you. Let her pee on the grass before you take her inside. I don’t want her to nag all the way home.”
“As master orders”, Jutta said and took Sylvia by her arm. From a distance, we saw Sylvia taking her clothes off and squat on the grass. After that, they disappeared from sight.
“Can I ask Master Koen if we are still welcome in Club Kinta after all that has happened?” Martin said.
“Don’t take all the blame for what has happened here. I’m sure I was partly to blame as well, being blind to my wive’s needs. So, as far as I’m concerned, you are both still a member of the club. Ultimately, it’s Jutta’s decision, of course.”
“Jutta is a special woman as well. You are a lucky man,” Martin said.
“I know.”