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Peter was working on the tasks Marja had left for him, all the while reflecting on what had happened the day before. He had found a Mistress and fervently hoped she would accept him as her slave; thinking of Marja, he realized he had never seen her so aroused—and she was starting to treat him sternly, too.
That was something he couldn’t resist; strangely enough, he actually enjoyed her commanding him.After his first wife passed away, he had spent a long time alone with his children. He’d had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious, until he met Marja through a dating site. They hit it off immediately and were married within a year. Marja had previously been married to a childhood friend—an alcoholic who regularly abused her—but fortunately for her, that marriage had been short-lived, thanks in part to the intervention of her parents, and her mother in particular.
She had no children of her own and turned out to be unable to conceive; consequently, the son and daughter were from Peter’s first marriage.In the meantime, Marja had done quite a bit of shopping at various second-hand clothing stores. She had bought an array of pleated skirts—long and short, in various colors—as well as a long leather coat, leather skirts, and even a pair of pumps with steel heels in her size.
All in all, it hadn’t cost much money. She had bought new garter belts, stockings, and a few pairs of panties at C&A. For the time being, this quality was sufficient; she could always upgrade to something more expensive later—provided her plans worked out. Afterward, she visited an internet café on Haarlemmerstraat to look up addresses of shops selling BDSM gear—preferably in The Hague, as she didn’t dare visit such a store in Leiden for fear of being recognized.
She hurried to The Hague and worked her way through the list of addresses. In one of the shops, a woman stood behind the counter dressed in leather trousers and a leather top; Marja suspected a kindred spirit, which made her feel more at ease.
Consequently, she looked around more comfortably and ended up making most of her purchases there. The woman had noticed her lingering near the whips and riding crops; she walked over and asked—kindly and in a soft voice—if it was her first time there, if she was new to SM, and if she could be of assistance.
Marja confirmed all of this, explaining that she was a beginner on a limited budget. The woman asked if she was dominant or submissive; “Dominant,” Marja replied. The woman seemed pleased by this and helped her select a riding crop, handcuffs, and a strap-on dildo. She noted that while nipple clamps were nice, clothespins would work just as well, and suggested that Marja could get riding crops—as well as spurs for her boots—more cheaply at an equestrian shop.
The two women were enjoying themselves; Eveline—as the shop assistant had introduced herself—gave Marja the address of the equestrian shop and told her what to say there so as not to draw attention. Eveline also provided the address of a store selling reasonably priced boots.The boots—black, knee-high, and with high stiletto heels—accounted for the bulk of her spending that day.
She was eager to get home, as she had a lot to do online. She arrived back around one o’clock that afternoon and had Peter carry all her purchases up to their bedroom. The whips and SM gear were discreetly wrapped in brown paper; she placed the bag in her wardrobe herself and locked it. Peter had to take all his clothes off the hangers in his wardrobe and stack them neatly on the floor of the closet—except for his uniform jacket, which was allowed to stay put.
On the now-vacant hangers, he had to hang her leather jackets, skirts, and pleated skirts. He ran out of hangers, so he ended up putting more than one skirt on a single hanger. Her stockings, garter belts, and panties had to go into her drawer. Naturally, while doing this, Peter developed a massive erection. She noticed it but completely ignored it. She realized that her power over him was growing ever stronger.
She ordered Peter to clean the bathroom and the toilets, while she sat down at the computer in the small room they had set up specifically for that purpose. She locked the door behind her and started up the computer.
At exactly eleven o’clock, Herman drove up the notary’s driveway; this was where the contractual transfer of the house in Katwijk was to take place. In matters like this, it is the notary’s job to ensure everything proceeds legally; he was also the one who had drafted the transfer contract and was required, among other things, to verify the identities of the parties involved. Just because a shemale looks like a woman doesn’t mean her passport lists her gender as female.
These and other such details made it essential for the Mistress to have a notary who could handle everything for her without a fuss. The notary in question was not her slave, but that of a German Mistress—who happened to be his wife.This German woman was an old acquaintance of Michaela’s. In fact, she was her ex; back when Michaela was still Michel, they had been in a relationship that revolved almost entirely around sex. Hannelore—her ex’s name—was not yet a Mistress at the time.
The relationship ended because Hannelore—who had spent the final months of their time together working alongside Michel as a Mistress—began drinking heavily and became increasingly independent thanks to her high earnings.
They had run a practice together in which Hannelore—a truly stunning and exceptionally tough Mistress—brought in more money than Michaela, whose work as a cross-dresser placed her in a different price bracket. At one point, Hannelore decided to return to Germany, taking all her possessions—including her professional attire, whips, and so on—with her; the trouble was, Michaela had paid for it all by increasing the mortgage on her house.
Consequently, she was left with a financial loss of 65,000 euros. Hannelore felt she would be better off living in Germany because she wanted to see more of her daughter, Gisela; she was worried about the girl. At the time, Hannelore also had many slaves in Germany, so upon her return there, she immediately had a substantial income. Furthermore, she maintained numerous contacts in Haarlem—including a very submissive man, a notary named Henk van de Wetering, whom she quickly turned into her slave.
She later married him after discovering just how much a notary earns. As a result, she lived in Haarlem for three weeks of the month and in Germany for one. Hannelore still ran a practice as Mistress Helga, albeit at a different location from where they were now.
Helga and Henk had met Michaela three years earlier at “Same Place,” an Amsterdam club where activities such as BDSM and cross-dressing took place. Michaela recognized Helga, of course; Helga didn’t recognize Michaela immediately, though it didn’t take long for that to change. They sat side-by-side on a leather sofa—with Henk kneeling before them—and discussed the money Michaela was still owed by Hannelore; Michaela was aware that Helga/Hannelore was married to a notary.
She wasn’t actually all that interested in getting the money back, but rather in the opportunities a notary could offer her; nevertheless, she led Hannelore to believe she did want the cash.When Hannelore—always one to chase a buck—heard this, she pretended she didn’t have that much money and asked if there was another way.
She proposed working together again. “I want to be able to use your slave,” Michaela countered. Henk had heard all this and objected; he grasped the implications better than Helga/Hannelore did. She immediately boxed his ears, as she—like Michaela—tolerated no backtalk from her slaves.
Later, at their home—the notary’s house—they beat his final resistance out of him and cuckolded him. It had been a long time since Michaela had fucked a woman of such class. It was sensational, as it always was with Hannelore.
Herman rang the doorbell, and the door was opened by Henk the notary—dressed impeccably, like all notaries, though he was wearing no underwear and a chastity device, a fact known to few. Mistress Helga came down the stairs, dressed in a full leather skirt and high boots, holding a riding crop.
The notary’s office was closed on Thursdays, a day Helga always made excellent use of. At a signal from Michaela, Herman and Johan knelt before the Mistress; she placed a collar on Herman and took him down to the cellar. The notary knelt before the Mistress and kissed her boots.
The contracts were simple affairs; the witness’s signature was already in place, and only the Mistress and Johan still needed to sign. Nothing was read aloud, and after the signing, the Mistress ordered both slaves to undress. She ordered the notary to kneel before her and remove her panties. Her grey pleated skirt was already bulging from her erection, and with trembling hands, Henk did as he was told.
He knew what lay in store for him. The Mistress put the handcuffs back on Johan—which had been removed briefly for the signing—and ordered him to kneel. She commanded Henk to bend over the table. She kicked his legs apart and saw that his anus had been coated with Vaseline. Without hesitation, she penetrated the submissive and fucked him hard and deep in the anus. After a while, she climaxed, spurting deep inside him; she then had Johan lick her clean before making him put her panties back on.
She sat down and ordered coffee from the notary. “And get dressed,” she said. Some time later—just as the Mistress had finished her coffee—the door opened and Mistress Helga entered, followed by the submissive Herman crawling on a leash; he looked battered. Helga sat down and informed Henk that she was divorcing him, but that she would remain his Mistress for 50% of the time, while Mistress Michaela would become his Mistress for the other 50%.
In exchange, the total submissive Johan was handed over to Mistress Helga. Johan was stunned; Mistress Helga removed the collar from Herman and placed it on Johan. She said goodbye to Michaela and took Johan away for their first introduction. She kicked him down the cellar stairs. Michaela took Henk—who was also in a state of shock—home with her.
Upon arrival, she initially locked him in the dungeon before heading to the living room, a room tastefully furnished with dark parquet flooring, a large-screen television, and a modern sound system. It also featured a low coffee table and a white leather sofa set. In one corner, a large chair—resembling a throne—sat on a raised platform. The light-blue plastered walls were adorned with numerous artworks.
Vases filled with artificial flowers stood on the floor and on small side tables. There was a modern white sideboard, well-stocked with a variety of drinks. In short, it was a room with high-quality furnishings and décor, matching the standard of the rest of the house. Mistress Michaela pulled the servant’s bell-pull; a bell rang in the kitchen—the domain of the servant, Herman. He arrived as quickly as he could.
The Mistress ordered him to undress, and she inspected him; Helga/Hannelore had certainly worked him over thoroughly. She asked her slave what Mistress Helga had done to him; he recounted what he had been forced to endure. He had served in the cunnilingus chair—a contraption where the Mistress sat while the slave was positioned in a highly uncomfortable, semi-squatting posture with his head between her legs, placing his face directly against her crotch so he could pleasure her with his tongue.
A support prevented his head from tilting backward, while bars behind his knees and across his insteps maintained a precarious balance. To ensure the slaves didn’t slip off the headrest or let their buttocks sag, a strap was fastened around his throat; it would tighten whenever he slumped.
Furthermore, his testicles were tightly secured to the chair, and a short distance beneath his backside lay a wooden board studded with menacing, upward-pointing nails. Mistress Helga had designed this hellish device herself and commissioned a man in Groningen—who also crafted gear for Mistress Michaela—to build it.
Mistress Helga had worn spurs and wielded a riding crop with small metal balls attached to its lashes. Driven by her nymphomaniac nature, she craved frequent orgasms and possessed the physical stamina to handle them. Mistress Michaela had allotted her twenty-five minutes; she required ten to reach her first climax, then continued for another ten, experiencing one orgasm after another.
Throughout the session, she had lashed him severely with her crop and raked her spurs across his thighs. Afterward, his mouth and throat were drenched in her fluids—more than he could possibly swallow. He could no longer hold his position and slumped down, nearly choking on the taut strap, while his scrotum was stretched to the point of tearing and his backside was impaled by some twenty nails.
Everything between Michaela and Helga was based on an agreement, and they stuck to it. Helga was beginning to lose her hold over Henk, so she had hired Michaela to regularly fuck and torture him in order to keep him subservient. She wanted to be rid of Henk, and since they were married under a community-of-property regime, she was entitled to half of everything he owned.
She had also noticed how eager he was to visit Mistress Michaela whenever she summoned him; this way, she could offload him, and he was unlikely to put up too much of a fight against her claims. After all, he remained her slave for 50% of the time. The original proposal had been to swap Herman for Henk, but Mistress Michaela—unwilling to part with Herman—offered a different slave instead: Johan. He was turned into a “total slave” through an accelerated process, thereby losing his home.
Helga agreed, though she insisted on making use of Herman one last time during the handover, and that is exactly how it played out. Mistress Michaela suspected that Hannelore wanted to return to Germany for good and could certainly use a “total slave,” along with half of Henk’s assets and alimony payments, given that she officially had no income. Only those on the inside knew she actually earned between 200 and 300 euros per hour per session.
The Mistress ordered the gardener to be sent to her; when he arrived, she instructed him to tend to Herman’s injuries, take over his duties, and send Herman to his room. The Mistress ordered him to tell Herman that he was to start work again at 6 a.m. the next day. Afterward, she walked over to her desk and booted up the computer. Meanwhile, the notary lay chained in the dungeon, wondering what the future held for him.