In the Schiphol Airport parking garage, a blonde woman named Michaela steps out of her car, assisted by her chauffeur, Herman. She is dressed in a long, black, leather-look pleated skirt and short black leather boots with high heels; beneath the skirt, she wears black nylon stockings held up by a garter belt. Her top is a black satin blouse—worn with a bra that ensures her nipples do not show through the fabric—and a short black leather jacket. The entire ensemble is very elegant and understated.
She is at Schiphol to pick up a Japanese businessman who is scheduled to undergo a session at her dungeon this evening; he has arrived from Frankfurt and is flying on to Paris tomorrow. The Japanese man is no stranger to her; he was formerly the slave of Mistress Helga—the one who had been left bound and abandoned at the Okura Hotel.
Consequently, he will not be staying at the Okura tonight, though the Amstel Hotel serves as a suitable alternative. Taijiro Limori was one of Helga’s highest-paying slaves. At the time, both Michaela and Helga worked for an agency; Michaela had learned from an employee there just how many the clients were paying—sums significantly higher than what the women actually received.
That employee had also provided her with the files on her own clients as well as Helga’s. Following that incident, the agency never contacted Helga or Michaela again, even though both had established a loyal clientele.
Over the years, Michaela had used those files to reconnect with her clients directly, earning more than she had during her time with the agency. She had approached the Japanese man—the type of client Michaela favored and a highly lucrative one—while she was in Japan with Raymond; he was there for a medical appointment, and she was visiting Reina, an old friend.
Reina had gathered all the details on the man: he turned out to be the CEO of a major real estate firm with extensive holdings in Europe—though none in the Netherlands—and his S&M double life was completely unknown in Japan. In Taijiro Limori’s file, Michaela had read that he wanted a European Mistress—blonde, blue-eyed, and taller than himself.
She had to be ruthlessly cruel. He had chosen Helga based on her profile on the agency’s website. However, he found it deeply disappointing after three sessions that she ultimately proved not to be as discreet as the agency had promised. He was grateful to Michaela that the situation hadn’t spiraled completely out of control; the driver she employed at the time had reported the matter to Michaela rather than the agency.
Michaela would have liked to take on the role of the new European Mistress, but she initially thought their brief shared history stood in the way; she and the driver had handled the situation with the Okura Hotel, taken Limori to a doctor friend, and—through that doctor—to a hospital under an alias, where, following treatment, he was fortunately able to return home—in this instance, to Michaela’s home at the time.
Limori had lodged a complaint with the agency, however, which cost Michaela and Helga a great deal of income and Herman the driver his lucrative job.Reina, Michaela’s friend, eventually approached the man personally and offered to arrange a new contact in the Netherlands, acting as the intermediary for the arrangement.
The man was unpleasantly surprised to learn that his escapades in Amsterdam were known in Tokyo—or at least to this beautiful young lady; although unmarried, the public exposure of his fetish would have caused him to lose face at the company where he served as director. At first, Limori feared he was being blackmailed by the beautiful young lady—who looked Japanese but wasn’t entirely so—but after she showed him a photo of Michaela and explained that “Mrs. Michaela” had protected him in Amsterdam and would continue to do so, he felt reassured that things would turn out well.
Michaela now ran an agency capable of offering those same services. Despite being only half-Japanese and having a limited command of the language, Reina managed to put him at ease and successfully arrange an appointment for Michaela.
From the coffee shop, Michaela watched a Japanese gentleman walk toward Herman; Herman was holding a sign so Limori would know where to go. Herman escorted him to his Mistress, and Limori bowed deeply and introduced himself; just as in Tokyo, she clearly made a strong impression on him.
Michaela had sent Limori an envelope via her good friend Reina containing photos and profiles of herself, Madelon, and Diana; in a direct phone call, he had told her he was coming to Europe and wanted to meet with her and Mistress Diana, promising to pay each of us our own rate. Reina had tripled Michaela’s rates—things were so expensive in Japan.
After dropping the Japanese man off at the Amstel Hotel and arranging for Herman to pick him up again at seven that evening, Herman drove his Mistress back to Haarlem. Herman had requested the rest of the afternoon off for an urgent family visit.
As Herman opened the car door for her, Tineke opened the front door of the house in Haarlem.
“Go ahead,” she said to Herman, “and make sure you’re in Amsterdam on time tonight.”Herman thanked his Mistress, confirmed he would be on time, and then drove off quickly.
Tineke gave a slight bow to her Mistress and informed her that Mistress Madelon and Mistress Diana had arrived and were in their rooms.
“Ask the ladies to come to my study, and where is your son Frans?” Michaela asked.
“Yes, Mistress, right away; Frans is coming straight from work at five o’clock this afternoon,” Tineke replied, and after opening the study door for her Mistress, she headed upstairs.
Both ladies arrived at Michaela’s study at the same time; once they were all seated and had their tea, Michaela asked Madelon if she wanted to punish the gardener and whether she was already aware of the new disciplinary regime for him. Madelon was informed and said she was eager to do it, though she also asked if she still had some freedom within that regime; Michaela responded with slight surprise, saying, “Of course.”
Madelon left immediately after tea; she was looking forward to seeing her favorite slave again and punishing him—it turned her on intensely, as always. After Madelon had left, Michaela turned to Diana and asked if she had read the report on that evening’s client and whether she had already prepared a treatment program.
Diana confirmed that she had, and they spent the next half-hour aligning their programs and establishing how to divide the tasks between them. Michaela had managed to hold a brief session with him in Tokyo and had questioned him at length afterward; it emerged that, in terms of harshness and intensity, Helga was exactly what he needed, yet she wasn’t truly a Mistress to him.
He also disliked not being treated in a dungeon and being unable to communicate effectively with her. However, when asked to break this down into percentages, it turned out that the harshness and intensity needed to account for 70% of the experience. Michaela was confident that things would go well and that he would return regularly; in Diana, she had a strong asset up her sleeve.
Madelon decided to seek out the gardener in the garden; it had started to rain, so she expected him to head for the shed. Michaela did not allow him to work in the rain—not out of concern for the slave’s well-being, but because it might create a negative impression on the neighbors.
Madelon could already picture the slave working for her in Katwijk; she felt quite wet between her legs as she walked toward the shed under her umbrella, spotting the slave in the distance as he walked toward the shed carrying his tools. When the slave saw her, he put down his tools, hurried over, and knelt in a puddle of rainwater before her; he had to crawl behind her for the final fifteen meters to the shed.
He had to undress in the shed; Madelon opened her long raincoat, and the castrato caught a glimpse of her short, grey pleated skirt and black boots. He had to kiss those boots and then lick this Mistress while she struck his back hard with her riding crop; he soon felt her pelvis contract and knew she was climaxing, though he also knew he wasn’t allowed to stop just yet and that she would likely come a few more times.
Madelon thoroughly enjoyed this slave, who could effortlessly find her clitoris with his tongue and service her so well that she experienced several more shuddering orgasms. Afterward, she ordered the gardener to take her coat and hang it on a hook; she was dressed in a grey suit with a very short pleated skirt, and beneath her jacket, she wore a sheer black blouse over a black push-up bra that accentuated her large breasts—her nipples and a significant portion of her breasts were exposed, and her hard nipples stood out prominently through the fabric of the blouse.
She ordered the slave to assume the punishment position; she had already struck his back repeatedly, but now she thrashed him hard and mercilessly, though she did stick to the limit of thirty strokes. The slave let out soft cries after just a few strokes—something that turned her on even more—and immediately after the final blow, he was ordered to lick her again. After two orgasms, she decided she had had enough and ordered him to hang up her coat, finish his work, get something to eat, and report to her in the dungeon at half-past six that evening.
At five o’clock sharp, Tineke’s son Frans reported to her in the kitchen; she immediately sent him to the Mistress’s private quarters, as she was nervous and worried about what awaited her son. Frans hurried upstairs and ran into Diana on the landing; they did not yet know each other, but instinctively he sensed her superiority.
“Forgive me, Madam,” he stammered.
“Who are you?” she asked sternly. He introduced himself as Frans, slave to Mistress Michaela. Fortunately, she let him pass, and he thought that was the end of it—but he was mistaken.
Frans reported to his Mistress, who felt he was late; she said nothing more but ordered him to kneel before her and massage her legs—a task that occupied him until dinner.
The ladies dined at six o’clock sharp, served by Tineke and Frans. During the meal, Diana told Michaela and her stepmother that the servant—Frans—had bumped into her, and she did not intend to let that go unpunished; Michaela now understood the reason for his tardiness.
Michaela asked Madelon to punish Frans in her room—Diana demanded twenty strokes and Michaela ten—and to tell him he must return on Friday for the final punishment. After the meal, Madelon took Frans to the dungeon, where he and the castrato had to prepare everything under her supervision.
The castrato, an experienced slave, knew exactly what was required and began preparing everything; two other slaves were present in the alcoves—one currently attending to Madelon, and the other a long-term slave belonging to Michaela.
Frans masked both slaves and then, under Mistress Madelon’s direction, led them away to the slave quarters above the garage, where they were chained to the wall, fully blindfolded, and gagged.
Michaela and Diana retired to their rooms; Tineke cleared away the plates and reported to her Mistress’s room at seven o’clock to assist with her wardrobe. Madelon called her stepdaughter to ask if she needed any help, and the latter replied with a bit of a giggle, “Just send that young slave over; he can help with my garters and bra.”
A short while later, Frans stood before the young, beautiful Mistress with trembling hands and knees knocking together. She made him fasten her stockings to her garters several times, rejecting his efforts a few times because the seam wasn’t straight—a task made difficult by the white gloves he was wearing. In the process, he caught glimpses of the young Mistress’s bare pussy and her breasts. He could barely conceal his hard cock and hoped she hadn’t noticed.
Diana, however, had deliberately touched him repeatedly, making him even harder; she was enjoying this little game. Afterward, she ordered Frans to kneel in the hallway outside and wait for Mistress Madelon. Diana was dressed like a young girl—who, of course, she was: short black stiletto-heeled boots, black seamed stockings, and a super-short, finely pleated black skirt. Her black top featured a neckline that beautifully accentuated her breasts, and lace gloves completed the look; her blonde hair and makeup had been professionally styled at an upscale salon earlier that afternoon.
Michaela had left nothing to chance; the day’s earnings had been enormous, so some expenditure was certainly justified. Tineke was busy laying everything out for the Mistress: a black leather suit with a flared skirt ending just above the knee—Limori didn’t know Michaela was a she male, so he wouldn’t be getting a peek under her skirt that evening—along with a sheer black blouse and, of course, a blonde wig, the same one she had worn that morning.
At half-past seven, Michaela and Diana were ready in the study; Tineke was two floors up, sitting beside her son and waiting for Mistress Madelon. The castrato came up the stairs and, kneeling, opened the elevator door for the Mistress.
“To my quarters,” she commanded the three slaves; Michaela’s standing order was that, apart from herself, Diana, and Herman, the client was not to see or hear anyone else during his stay at the villa. Inside her quarters, she locked the outer door and switched on the monitors that kept watch over the chained slaves; there was also a monitor showing the dungeon.
Herman opened the villa’s front door, let the Japanese man in, and led the way to the study. He knocked, and at Michaela’s “Come in,” he opened the door and immediately knelt before both Mistresses; the Japanese man knelt as well. Michaela told Herman to wait in the hallway until she called for him.
The welcome formalities had already taken place that morning; now the Mistresses immediately sprang into action. In no time, Taijiro Limori was naked and on his knees, licking both Mistresses’ boots. He asked Michaela for a further favor—permission to spend the night in the dungeon—naturally in exchange for payment; meanwhile, he had handed a thick envelope to Michaela. Herman was called back in and, together with Diana, shackled the slave’s hands and feet; he was then instructed to take the slave to the dungeon while the Mistresses headed for the elevator.
Herman and the slave knelt by the elevator downstairs, waiting for the ladies to arrive; Diana then escorted the slave to the dungeon and secured him to the cross, while Michaela handed the envelope to Herman with instructions to count the money and place it in the safe. Diana had attached clamps to Taijiro’s lips to force his mouth wide open and spat into it, ordering the slave to swallow; she had also clamped his eyelids open so that his eyes were fixed wide and could not close.
She had prepared meticulously for this session. Michaela watched her protégée with pride; the sadism and cruelty displayed by this stunning young Mistress were of an exceptional caliber. Taijiro’s suffering was immense; he screamed out as she pierced his nipples and attached heavy weights to them, repeatedly flicking the weights with her riding crop and inflicting excruciating pain on her defenseless slave.
Towering at a total height of 189 cm in her 9 cm stiletto boots, she loomed over the slave, who stood a mere 173 cm tall; with her pleated skirt, she would regularly brush against the head of his small but hard slave-cock, sending jolts of lust through it—a technique she had mastered. She frequently struck his cock hard with her riding crop; while her English was merely of a school-learned standard, it was sufficient for communication—or rather, for issuing commands to which he would simply reply, “Yes, Mistress.”
She was so brutal in torturing his balls and cock that he twice lost consciousness while strapped to the cross; Michaela revived him with smelling salts. That afternoon, the young woman had been fitted with long, razor-sharp artificial nails—painted dark red—and she not only twisted his testicles but dug her nails into his scrotum, raking them across his balls, cock, and chest.Michaela noticed Diana silently climaxing from the suffering she was inflicting on the slave; her pelvis jerked and she held her breath for a moment as a cruel, sardonic smile played upon her lips.
Diana concluded the first part of the session with a severe thrashing of the front of his body, his cries echoing loudly through the dungeons. Next, it was Michaela’s turn; the slave was turned around on the cross. Meanwhile, Herman had brought in drinks and whispered the agreed-upon sum to Michaela—it was three times the original amount. Michaela began flogging the poor slave; even Helga had never struck him that hard. As the flogging aroused Michaela, Diana had Herman go down on her; the original plan had been to avoid climaxing in the slave’s presence—as Denise usually did—but the torture of the slave was making them incredibly horny.
The slave couldn’t see what was happening, as he was blindfolded and facing the wall. Michaela experimented a bit more with dildos, eventually inserting one—6 cm thick and 18 cm long—into the Japanese man’s anus. Before Taijiro was released from the cross, Michaela ejaculated into the back of Herman’s throat, while Diana inserted a butt plug into the slave and locked him in an alcove.
A second session was scheduled for an hour later. The slave remained under video surveillance by Madelon—who had, incidentally, outsourced the task to the castrato. During the session in the dungeon, Madelon administered Frans’s punishment on the second-floor landing in the presence of his mother; the poor boy was unlucky, as the Mistress was in a very cruel mood. Near the end of his punishment, he was forced to start counting all over again—which drew a sob from Tineke.
The naked Frans was covered in welts, his body burning all over, and he was also forced to watch as his mother was punished with ten lashes for that sob; furthermore, the Mistress had Tineke lick her to orgasm—an experience neither woman had ever shared with another and both found it highly pleasurable.
Frans remained kneeling there, looking rather uncomfortable. During the break, Michaela gave Diana her share of the proceeds; the girl had never seen so much money in one place before. Because the session had been extended, a third session followed the second one—conducted by Diana and Michaela—and Michaela intended to ask Madelon to join in.
Afterward, Frans and Tineke were to drive Diana to Leiden, where Peter and Paul were waiting for her. But first, the second session: Diana strapped the slave to a table. Taijiro had recovered somewhat in the alcove, even though his time chained up there hadn’t been particularly comfortable; before being strapped to the table, he had thanked both his Dominatrix’s in the Japanese manner.
Diana only had to touch his slave-cock briefly to make it hard, but now she made it rock-hard by massaging it, after which Michaela tightly bound his cock and balls. Michaela inserted sounds into his urethra—each one longer and thicker than the last; it was quite painful, yet Taijiro didn’t flinch until an electric current was applied to his urethra and balls.
The ladies thoroughly enjoyed the pain they were inflicting on him. The second session lasted only 50 minutes—the first had taken 90—and the extra session scheduled by Madelon still had to be discussed, though it was set to run from 12:00 to 01:00. After the second session, Tineke helped Diana shower and get dressed; Frans personally checked on the chained slaves before washing up and getting dressed himself.
Diana said goodbye to Michaela and her stepmother and let Frans and Tineke drive her home; she had a lecture the next afternoon and could use a few hours of sleep. She already had a plan for the money she’d earned: she could finance her own dungeon in Katwijk.
Madelon was spending the night in Haarlem and had asked Michaela if she could borrow the castrato. Michaela realized Madelon was very interested in the gardener but had no objections. After saying goodbye to her daughter, Madelon had finished her session with the chained slave and sent him home after giving him a severe lashing.
She removed the blindfold and gag from the other slave; he was chained to the wall in a slightly different position so that he could sleep and—if necessary—see and reach the emergency button. He slept that night on a thin mat and under a thin blanket, thanking her very submissively for it.
It was to be a standard session for her, including having the slave licks her anus; Taijiro was in for the full experience that night. Since Taijiro had no safe word, things could go very far. Madelon knew what her payment would be; like Helga, her English was poor, so the session would essentially be similar to Helga’s—minus the latter’s manic intensity.
Once she knew she had a session with the Japanese man at midnight, Madelon had looked up a few commands in English and memorized them. She had been busy with clients all day and—despite the cost of renting the dungeon—had earned well; now, however, she stood to make a substantial sum.
Despite her fatigue and the late hour, she was eager to do it; the money would come in handy. Soon, she would be receiving most of her clients in Katwijk; although she would still be paying rent to Michaela there, it would work out cheaper for her. She brought the Japanese man out the alcove into the dungeon and subjected him to another hour of severe torture.
Taijiro noticed this Mistress climaxing with soft moans while he was being lashed—for the umpteenth time that evening. Madelon saw her slave becoming aroused, which inspired her to commit even greater acts of cruelty; at one o’clock in the morning, she locked him in the alcove with a blanket and a futon.
The next morning, Herman freed him and took him to a guest room—this time taking the elevator to the third floor—where he could wash up and freshen up. Taijiro asked Herman if it might be possible for him to speak with the Mistress. An hour later, Limori was kneeling before Michaela; he had changed back into his suit.
“You wanted to speak to me,” she said while sipping her coffee. The Japanese man thanked her for the previous night’s sessions and asked her to convey his thanks to the other Mistresses as well; it had been an unforgettable experience for him, but he had one final request: he desperately wanted to service the Mistress’s penis, if that was still possible today.
Michaela was surprised that the client knew she had a penis—he had clearly done his research—and she informed him that there was an additional fee for that service. He asked if 1,000 Euros would be enough for the privilege of performing oral sex on her. Michaela rose from her chair and opened her silk robe; she saw his eyes light up with delight when he spotted her erect member. She then proceeded to fuck his “slave mouth,” climaxing with intense spasms deep in his throat. She instructed Herman, who was present, to take him back to his hotel; bowing deeply, Taijiro Limori took his leave of his Mistress.