After her time in Maastricht, Michaela had returned to Haarlem; the premises now had to be quickly cleared of all the equipment used in the practice, but first, her colleagues were invited to come and take a look and make offers. Herman and the gardener photographed all the items in their assembled state—both in the dungeons and in the living quarters—while Michaela had already set aside certain pieces for her new home and her rooms in Maastricht, as well as some equipment for the dungeons, such as one of the three electro-stimulation sets.
The Haarlem practice was now closed, and on the Saturday following the opening in Maastricht, Diana and Madelon were given first pick; Diana selected items for her attic room—including an electro-stimulation set, a complete set of whips and canes, and a St. Andrew’s cross—and, acting on the advice of Rob the contractor (whom she had brought along for consultation and who had a drawing with the attic’s dimensions with him), she also took the metalwork from a couple of slave cages.
Before making her decision, Madelon first spoke with Michaela.
“In the future, I’d like to have the gardener at my disposal as my permanent, all-purpose slave,” she told Michaela—who wasn’t exactly surprised by the request but realized it meant a swift end to her business in Haarlem.
“Make me an offer,” Michaela replied.
“Given the current situation in Haarlem and the rising costs, I want to take the slave off your hands on a cost-neutral basis—covering his health insurance premiums, clothing, food, and so on—and I’d also like to buy the property in Katwijk together with my daughter.”
Madelon had rehearsed this line with Diana, and thanks to her newfound self-confidence, she delivered it smoothly; Michaela was somewhat flustered—though she didn’t let it show—and needed a moment to think it over.
Michaela asked Madelon to send Rob in, and then withdrew to her study with Mark to discuss the matter. They reviewed the status of all her regular slaves; Mark had his own income and was a “limited total slave” to her, meaning she incurred no expenses for him.
The gardener, Johan, Henk, Jan, and Herman, however, did not have their own housing. Consequently, the gardener, Johan, Henk, Jan, and Herman were the first candidates for cost-cutting measures. Mark proposed serving his Mistress once a week in Katwijk at her standard rate, allowing him to maintain a regular work week in his IT profession.
She did not have to think long about his proposal: a regular client with an income, plus the benefit of saving space in the new home she was planning to buy.
“Agreed, slave; there will be a binding contract and an automatic debit of 300 Euros a week or 1,200 a month.”
Mark opted for the 1,200-euro monthly rate, which earned him the equivalent of a week’s discount over three months. She then ordered him to strip completely and serve her beneath the desk. Fully naked—and sporting an erection aroused by their conversation—he knelt before his Mistress and began his work beneath her blue pleated skirt; it was something he had missed for a long time.
He had served Denise for a long period, often having to lick her in the early days; he had enjoyed serving her and had fallen in love with her, but she had always remained distant, and in recent months, she had used him sexually only sporadically.
Denise had wanted to buy him from Michaela, but Michaela had asked for a sum that Denise was unwilling or unable to pay—something Mark, of course, knew nothing about. Michaela picked up her phone and called Henk while Mark licked her balls and cock—doing so very pleasurably; her cock grew hard and large as he moved rhythmically over it, applying gentle pressure with his lips against the shaft while softly tickling her balls with his fingers.
She ordered Henk over the phone to report immediately; after placing the phone on her desk, she grabbed Mark by the hair to remind him once again who his true Mistress was, shooting her semen deep into his throat. Afterward, she thrashed him mercilessly with her riding crop, forcing him to count up to fifty.
He was ordered to wait for her, kneeling, out in the hallway; just as he knelt beside the door, Rob walked up. Rob saw the naked, battered slave kneeling by the door with his head on the floor; the sight filled him with dread regarding his own fate, as he suspected he had done something wrong in his Mistress’s eyes.
Rob knocked, and to his surprise, Mistress Michaela opened the door herself; she stood right before him wearing a blue outfit, and he saw her pleated skirt bulging out due to her erection. Rob was ordered to his knees and given the same task as Mark: he had to serve her beneath the miniskirt.
Rob, too, knew exactly how to pleasure her; he had to perform oral sex on her for a considerable time, which left his jaw aching and his knees trembling with fatigue. Eventually, she climaxed, though he still had to lick his Mistress’s anus; once he had served her to her satisfaction, he too was required to undress completely.
Michaela told him she was surprised to see him in Haarlem, as she did not recall having summoned him. He apologized, knowing that whatever he said would be deemed unacceptable—a point on which he acknowledged his Mistress was right. He, too, had to count to fifty before being allowed to get dressed again; he was then dismissed with instructions to report back on Friday for his final punishment.
Michaela insisted that he must fulfill his obligation to Diana. Henk was standing outside when the slave Rob emerged; the Mistress spotted him and beckoned him inside. Upon entering, he immediately knelt before her; he saw that she was wearing her blue suit and high white boots—had he not known better, he would have taken her for a sexy older lady.
Henk had always found Michaela attractive, but having followed the conventions of his family and social circle since childhood, he had chosen a relationship with a woman and never considered a relationship with a transgender person or cross-dresser. However, his affinity for SM and the realization that he was a slave made Hannelore irresistible when he met her, and within a year, he had married her.
Later, he met Hannelore’s ex and was deeply impressed by her; when he was effectively forced by Hannelore to work for Michaela—and to serve her beneath her skirt—he became addicted to his new Mistress, and Hannelore’s behavior also drove him toward Mistress Michaela’s whip.
Michaela walked back to her desk and beckoned Henk to follow; once seated, she ordered her slave to report on the situation. Henk was handling the sale of the house, the objections to the tax assessment, and the municipal fines—tasks he performed alongside a lawyer friend of his—and he also served as the point of contact for the real estate agent, the lawyer, and all government agencies.
Meanwhile, Madelon and Diana had concluded their business with Herman and paid cash for all the items; the goods went for 50% of their purchase price. Rob and the gardener loaded everything into Rob’s van, while Diana and Madelon took the elevator upstairs to say goodbye to Michaela.
Henk had very bad news for Michaela: the tax assessment combined with the penalty for failing to file a return totaled two million Euros. The municipal fines had effectively been waived due to a lack of evidence and the fact that the case was being closed anyway.
The notary and the lawyer expected to limit the total financial hit to 800,000 Euros, and the sale of the villa could potentially yield a profit of around 200,000 Euros. Michaela realized that if things went truly wrong, all her assets would be seized. If it stopped there, she might be able to cover the shortfall by selling the house in Katwijk—doing so before her own home (where family members were renting) and her share in the Maastricht practice had to be sold.
Michaëla instructed Henk to have the house in Katwijk appraised. Herman knocked on the door to see Mistress Michaëla and was granted entry.
“Mistress Madelon and Mistress Diana wish to bid you farewell,” he said, kneeling.
“Show them in.” Herman stood up and ushered both ladies inside.
Diana had always found it impressive how Michaëla held her slaves in her grip—the naked slave kneeling outside by the door, and another kneeling in front of the desk; she walked with her stepmother toward the desk, where Madelon took her seat, and Herman quickly pulled up a second chair, in which Diana sat down.
Herman was sent off to get coffee, leaving the ladies to enjoy a pleasant half-hour discussing everything from the progress in Katwijk to the issues with the neighbor. In passing, Michaëla mentioned that she was willing to sell the Katwijk property and wanted to discuss it that very day.
Diana said she had a lecture that afternoon and really had to leave, but added that she could discuss it with her mother—”I really have to go now; we came in two cars, so I’ll just catch a ride with the contractor.”
Diana stood up, kissed Michaëla on the cheek, kissed her mother, and walked toward the door. Madelon remained seated and looked at Michaëla inquiringly.
“You want to take over my ‘slave’ at no net cost and you want to buy the house—how do you intend to finance the house?” Michaëla asked her.
Madelon’s proposal was that she and Diana would pay Michaëla in installments.
*This won’t solve my problem,* Michaëla thought, *but if I wait too long, everything will be sold under duress, which would drive the price down significantly.*
“Here is my proposal,” Michaëla said. “You can become a 50% owner of the slave; you cover all costs associated with him, and within a maximum of three years—or sooner—you can buy him out for 30,000 euros, minus any expenses you’ve incurred for him.
You two will buy the house from me privately at its appraised value. I know—and so do you—that financing this will be a challenge, but I’ll make sure it happens; just bear in mind that you and Peter will need to take out a mortgage.“
Madelon looked at Michaela thoughtfully; the proposal felt right to her, but she asked for a few days to consider it. Michaela replied, “I want an initial reaction from you both this evening because I’m in a hurry; please think it over, Madelon.”
“I’ll certainly give this some thought, but naturally I need to discuss it; I’ll call you at nine tonight.”
Michaela stood up and asked Madelon if she wanted to administer the gardener’s daily punishment—adding that if she agreed to the 50% ownership deal, she could take him with her right away. Although the thought of punishing her future slave and then taking him along turned Madelon on immensely, she stayed focused on the matter at hand and said she would do it for 15,000 Euros, within a maximum of two years—or sooner.
The ladies reached an agreement regarding the castrato, and Madelon headed to the dungeons to turn the gardener into her slave; she carried a written statement from Michaela for the castrato, as well as a copy of the “total slave” contract.
Madelon took the elevator back down to the dungeons to find the castrato; he and Herman were busy working on an order for Maastricht. Madelon ordered him to follow her—crawling—to his quarters, and instructed Herman to hand her the heavy whip, telling him he could retrieve it later from the castrato’s room.
Swaying her hips in her black leather pleated skirt, Madelon walked up the stairs ahead of her slave, leading him out of the dungeon; the gardener struggled to keep up with her pace, and the stone steps hurt his knees. He knew this Mistress would show no mercy in administering his daily punishment; usually, he also had to lick her—she would get very wet and climax frequently—and while he enjoyed that, he first had to endure a great deal of pain.
Upon arriving at his quarters, he was ordered to strip completely naked—a first for his punishments with her, as she usually allowed him to keep his trousers on. Madelon ordered him to set up the high stool for her and hold it steady until she was seated; she sat with her bare buttocks against the leather of the stool, her wide pleated skirt draping over the seat—a sight she knew men found arousing.
She made her slave kneel before her and ordered him to look at her, as she had an important announcement for him and a letter from Mistress Michaela that he was to read aloud. The letter stated that Mistress Madelon was his co-owner that he was to move in with her and serve her unconditionally; as it was being read aloud, Madelon saw tears welling up in his eyes.
His loyalty to Michaela moved her, yet it also aroused her and stirred a sadistic urge—she wanted that same loyalty for herself.
“Do you accept me as your Mistress? If so, swear your loyalty to me.”
The slave knew changes were coming; the villa was being sold. He had assumed he would accompany the Mistress to a new address—the fact that he was indeed going with her was unexpected, yet it could have been worse; at least he wasn’t ending up on the street.
“I swear my loyalty to you, Mistress,” he said. He had to help her down from the stool and then stand still with his hands clasped behind his neck. Madelon sized him up; she actually found him quite attractive—he was muscular, his teeth were in good condition, and his face had a healthy tan from working outdoors, though his body bore the marks of years of punishment.
She also touched his slave-cock and empty scrotum with her gloved hands; a slight shiver ran through his body when she touched the scrotum, and he was made to kneel and lick her.
The slave knew exactly how to pleasure her: burying his tongue deep in her vagina and licking her clitoris, he quickly brought her to a climax; she came with loud moans. Madelon was in a cruel mood; she wanted to climax repeatedly to show him that she could do so while he could not, and she knew he would feel humiliated if she touched his empty scrotum. She came four times, cooing softly, and then began the daily punishment; she punished him with a slow rhythm but extremely hard blows. He rarely made much noise while being tormented, but she wanted to hear that he was suffering pain for her; she delivered the final ten blows so mercilessly hard that he was forced to groan audibly from the pain. Afterward, he had to pack his things, and they departed for Katwijk.