Before leaving for work that day, Peter had been told by Marja that she wanted to discuss certain matters with him—which meant he had to come straight home after his shift.Knowing his life had been turned completely upside down, Peter was curious about what this would entail.
He experienced every day the fact that his wife Marja had become Mistress Madelon and had changed significantly; however, still caught up in the intoxication of his new life as a slave, he did not fully grasp the consequences or suspect that his life at home was about to change even further.
Marja had decided that Peter would no longer be her husband but her slave; ultimately, she intended to divorce him. The re-education of his son Paul was set to begin that week. If Peter agreed to this, they would continue to appear as the perfect family to the outside world; otherwise, it would mean divorce and the sale of their shared home.
After making her breakfast and pleasuring her orally that morning, Peter had taken the bus to work, while Marja headed to Katwijk to view a house belonging to Mistress Michaela—a property that was to be adapted to serve as the practice and reception venue for Mistress Madelon.
Michaela was also due to arrive that day; Herman and the contractor—along with the workmen who would carry out the renovation—were required to be present by seven o’clock. Michaela had instructed her to dress sternly and explained that everyone working for them was submissive—though they were paid for their labor, with the exception of their private slaves, of course.
She had authority over everyone present and could punish them if necessary; they had all been informed of her status as a Mistress and the fact that she was a friend of Mistress Michaela. When Marja arrived at Johan’s former home, she saw the contractor’s van already parked there; as she pulled in, Herman quickly appeared beside her car, opened the door, and welcomed her.
Herman informed her that the neighbor wanted to speak with her regarding the renovation. Marja knew she needed to present herself to the neighborhood as a successful businesswoman with a home office who traveled frequently—a cover story that would explain her long absences.
The neighbor’s attempt to make contact offered a perfect opportunity to reinforce this image, but first, she entered the house and let Herman show her around. Three people were working in the living room; they all immediately knelt as she walked in. She felt a tingling sensation in her lower belly; she loved this new life and was already growing accustomed to this submissive behavior from so many men—and not always the ugliest ones, either.
One of them introduced himself as the contractor and said he wanted to discuss a few matters with her later. “I’ll let you know when I have time for you,” she told him. “Thank you, Madam,” he replied.
In the basement, she encountered a man dressed entirely in leather who was busy taking measurements; he was the one tasked with outfitting the BDSM dungeon and was a “switch”—though with Mistress Michaela he had no say and was merely a pathetic slave, he liked to play the dominant role with women.
Michaela detested this trait and told Marja to assert her dominance.
“Slave, greet your Mistress,” she snapped at him; he had his back to her as she came down the stairs—Herman had stayed upstairs at her command.
“Forgive me, Mistress,” the man said as he turned and knelt before her.
“Permission to ask something before you go to the neighbors?” Marja nodded and listened; he wanted to know if the adjacent building also had a basement. If the neighbor had a basement, hers would naturally need to be soundproofed so the neighbor wouldn’t hear her slaves’ cries.
Marja told the man she wanted to speak to him before he went home; she then went back upstairs, and Herman escorted her to the living room, which had already been provisionally set up as a space for the Ladies—featuring a few comfortable armchairs and a conference table with six chairs.
She sat down in an armchair and surveyed the scene; Herman handed her a set of house keys and mentioned that he had to pick up Mistress Michaela from Leiden station. After kneeling before her, he left. Marja then went to the neighbors and rang the doorbell; a short, bald, stocky man opened the door.
Marja introduced herself as Mrs. de Winter and said, “You wanted to speak to me”—addressing him informally right away, as she held the little bald man in low regard. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, “but only if you have the time, of course.”
“I have time,” she told him, and boldly walked past him into the house; his response had already made it clear to her that she was completely in charge. The little man quickly turned around, led the way to the living room, and offered her something to drink. Madelon sat down, chose coffee, and waited.
When Jaap heard the doorbell and opened the door, he saw a young woman wearing a long black leather coat that was half-open; beneath it, he spotted a short black leather skirt and high-heeled black boots. She wore heavy makeup—blue eye shadow—and he noticed her blue eyes were rimmed with black; she looked incredibly alluring. She was a good ten centimeters taller than him, which gave her an imposing presence; he didn’t even notice that she was addressing him informally.
He placed the coffee on the table and sat on the sofa opposite her; she had crossed her legs, causing her short skirt to ride up further and revealing her garter belt. “I wanted to talk to you about a possible renovation,” he said, having already spotted the contractor’s car.
“Yes, I’m renovating; I work from home and need the space, plus I’m making some necessary improvements for my own comfort. I assume you won’t have any objections to that?” Madelon replied. “No, of course not, ma’am,” Jaap said ingratiatingly—having completely abandoned his plan to tell his new neighbor about the no-noise rule—and he even heard himself saying she could always count on him as a good neighbor.
“I’ll hold you to that. Oh, and do you have a basement?” she asked as she stood up, giving her neighbor a moment to look between her legs; she knew he would catch a glimpse of her pussy, as he had been staring the whole time.
“No, ma’am, but you certainly do. I just wanted to know if the basement is damp—and what was your name again?” she said as she walked toward the front door, having spotted Herman through the living room window as he opened the car door for Michaela. “My name is Jaap,” her new neighbor stammered, quickly standing up to open the front door for her.
Jaap suddenly saw his new neighbor stand up; as she uncrossed her legs and planted her feet on the floor, he caught a glimpse of her crotch and saw her shaved pussy. He quickly rose to escort this fascinating woman to the front door, and as he opened it for her, he saw another woman approaching—also dressed entirely in leather.
The ladies kissed, and Madelon introduced Jaap to Michaela as her new neighbor and helper. The ladies then turned and entered the neighboring house. Jaap quickly went inside, headed to the restroom, and masturbated.
Michaela and Madelon had a busy few hours ahead of them; Michaela attended to the basement and attic, while Madelon walked through the house with the contractor. Afterward, the ladies sat in their room and first met with the BDSM specialist, who explained the necessary structural work: under floor heating, electricity, plumbing, drainage, and so on. The contractor would have to handle this first before he could finish the space according to Mistress Michaela’s specifications.
They then went through the same routine with the contractor. After both men left, the women discussed the further layout and the costs. The demolition work was to be carried out by Michaela’s slaves—including Peter and Paul—to keep costs as low as possible.
All in all, however, the entire savings of Madelon and Peter would be consumed by this project; Madelon would cover the cost of outfitting the BDSM room, while she would rent the rest of the house furnished from Michaela, who would bear the cost of the renovation itself. Rent payments would begin once the business was up and running, allowing Madelon to gradually catch up on any arrears.
The two ladies also agreed that they could use each other’s dungeons at no cost. Afterward, they locked up the premises and went home. When Marja got home, she went straight upstairs to her bedroom; as she walked past Paul’s room, she heard a faint moan.
She quietly opened the door and saw the boy pleasuring himself. She was just about to close the door softly again when she suddenly had an idea: she threw the door open and said, “What are you doing, Paul?”
“I’m jerking off, Mom,” muttered Diana—who had been watching the scene for a minute or so through the peephole; this was not the first time she had spied on her brother while he was pleasuring himself.
“Nothing,” Paul answered; he turned red and quickly got dressed. Marja fully exploited his vulnerable position, lectured him, and told him she wanted to speak to him after dinner. He had to wash his hands and go to the kitchen to peel potatoes and so on.
Diana listened to all this with satisfaction; things were going badly for Paul, whereas everything was going swimmingly for her. Marja had signed her up for horse riding, while her brother had to quit football because he would be attending tutoring sessions in Haarlem every Saturday—and sometimes Sundays, too—for the entire day.
A short while later, Marja came into her room and instructed her to go to the kitchen and take charge of the cooking. She briefly explained to her daughter what needed to be done and what Paul’s tasks were—that was essentially it; Diana was to supervise.
After Marja and her daughter had eaten—Paul had been made to eat in his room as punishment—Marja told her daughter to change into her riding gear, including boots and crop, and then wait for her upstairs in her room. Marja watched the news on TV for a moment and then walked up the stairs to her daughter’s room, where the girl was already waiting for her.
Marja instructed her to go to her brother’s room and tell him to take his plate to the kitchen and then wait for his mother in his room, stripped down to his underpants. The girl stood up, and just before reaching the door, she had her riding crop pressed into her hand. “Take this with you,” Marja said. Diana left, and Marja heard her speaking to Paul, who then went downstairs—without saying a word to his sister—to take his plate to the kitchen.
Diana returned to her room, where Marja had meanwhile sat down on the bed. Marja looked at her daughter’s outfit and complimented her; it was no exaggeration, for Diana looked truly striking in her tight white riding breeches tucked into black boots and a white blouse that accentuated her full breasts, with her riding helmet perched atop her long blonde hair. “Take off that helmet,” Marja said.
Diana complied, and her mother remarked that this would be much better for the next part of the plan; Diana frowned and was about to ask why when Marja said, “Come along, we’re going to punish your brother now.”
Diana followed her mother to Paul’s room. He was already waiting anxiously, knowing full well what was about to happen and why; he looked up in surprise when he saw his sister, briefly hoping her presence might spare him from punishment—until he spotted the small riding crop in her hand.
“Take off your underpants and kneel,” his mother said. Paul obeyed her, blushing with shame; as he knelt on all fours before them, Marja gave him twenty-five strokes on his backside—which he had to count out loud—as punishment for masturbating.
Afterward, Marja handed the small whip back to Diana and said, “Now you are going to punish him for his disobedience in the kitchen earlier this evening; how many strokes do you want to give him?
“Diana felt a bit self-conscious when her mother instructed her to punish her brother. Marja had already demonstrated the process by delivering twenty-five strokes to his back; his skin was already turning red, and he had groaned softly during the final blows—his punishment for masturbating.
Diana felt no pity for her brother; in fact, the whole scene aroused her. Now, however, it was her turn to punish him for his disobedience, and she was allowed to decide the severity of the punishment herself. In her inexperience, she settled on forty strokes—which is, of course, quite a lot for a beginner, especially on top of the twenty-five he had already received.
Marja agreed but split the punishment over two days to keep the marks on Paul’s body manageable; after all, he was still in school, and he couldn’t show up to gym class with such a battered back—that would obviously cause trouble. Paul wouldn’t be playing soccer or attending gym class much anymore anyway, which limited the risk of discovery.
Diana delivered about twenty strokes to her brother; she heard his groans, watched his back and buttocks turn red, and saw the welts rising. She noticed her mother watching and nodding in approval. Diana flushed and her nipples hardened with excitement; she also grew wet between the legs.
It felt good to humiliate the brother she hated, and it turned her on. After the punishment, Marja told Paul that from then on, he had to obey his sister and carry out all her orders. He was to receive the remaining twenty strokes from Diana on Saturday before heading to his tutoring session.
Afterward, both women went to Diana’s room, where Marja instructed her daughter on how to proceed: Paul would become Diana’s slave. No one was allowed to know—not her friends, not the family, not even her father; Paul would be kept in line through blackmail.
Marja was taking a huge risk here; it could easily be viewed as abuse, which was precisely why she had involved her daughter. She had several reasons for enslaving her son: she needed slaves, she loathed her stepson, she was aroused by the sight of her stepdaughter tormenting her own brother, and this move strengthened her grip on the entire family.
Husband and son as slaves, and daughter as a fellow Mistress. For the rest of the evening, mother and daughter sat at the computer; Marja initiated her daughter into the world of being a Mistress—explaining how to dress like a strict Mistress and pointing out that good money could be made in the role—far more than from the flyer delivery route she currently handled.
She had to keep doing that job, of course, but Paul—her little slave—would be taking orders from her from now on. Incidentally, while the ladies were at the computer, Paul was busy cleaning his sister’s room, as instructed by Diana. After Marja had gone downstairs, Diana used her laptop to learn things she had never imagined possible; for the first time, she hadn’t fully finished her schoolwork—she would do that early the next morning.
The following morning, after Paul had made her breakfast, he carried her bag to school. On Saturday—two days later—Paul sat naked and kneeling in his room, waiting for his sister to administer the rest of his punishment; the welts had largely faded, but that was only temporary.
Diana entered wearing a short, grey pleated skirt and a white crop top that left her midriff bare and revealed plenty of her firm, youthful breasts. She also wore black boots with reasonably high heels; she looked truly sexy and arousing, yet stern, holding her long lunge whip. Paul was completely captivated by his young sister—he had never seen her like this before—and despite knowing he was about to be punished, he developed a massive erection, which made him feel ashamed.
Diana delivered thirty brutal lashes—she felt he deserved even more punishment—and while his back became covered in welts, she grew so aroused that juices began to trickle from her pussy; she wasn’t wearing any panties.
After the punishment, Paul had to lie on his back on the floor; Diana sat on his face and let him lick her. Despite it being her first time and her lack of experience, things went reasonably smoothly; she climaxed multiple times within half an hour, making full use of her riding crop along the way.
Paul’s face was dripping with her juices and his tongue felt paralyzed, yet whenever he stopped out of exhaustion, her crop spurred him on to continue. Finally, she stood up—thoroughly spent from all the orgasms—and noticed that her brother still had a massive erection. Fortunately for Paul, his sister was wearing block-heeled boots, as she proceeded to plant her heel right on top of his cock and balls. Paul screamed out; any other girl—even a dominant one—might have been startled by this, but not Diana.
She immediately gave her brother two sharp slaps and told him to stop screaming; he had to get dressed and report to his mother for the trip to Haarlem for his tutoring session. Marja, who had been secretly observing everything from the hallway, was deeply impressed by Diana; the girl was indeed intelligent and a quick learner.
Marja realized she had a goldmine in her daughter, but she also understood that the outside world—with its rules and moral constraints—would find it all unacceptable. Like her daughter, Marja rapidly transformed into a ruthless, cruel, sadistic, and selfish Mistress; she cared nothing for what others might think of her. Her own happiness, prosperity, and pleasure were what mattered, and from then on, everything else had to take a back seat; Peter and Paul were doomed to spend the rest of their lives in deepening servitude.