Peter had slept in the attic the previous night after Marja ordered him to do so; he was also forbidden from taking the car, which meant he had to walk to work whenever he was on the early shift—and he *was* on the early shift, or at least that was what he had told Marja. Since he was sleeping in the attic, she wouldn’t hear him getting up; this allowed him to rise a bit later than usual for an early shift and catch the first bus, saving himself a half-hour walk.
He would be arriving at the station very early anyway—he had to report in Haarlem at 10:00 a.m.—so he decided to travel straight through rather than wait at the station in Leiden; this meant he arrived in Haarlem as early as 7:30 a.m.By the time Peter arrived in Haarlem, Marja was just getting up; Peter had informed the children that they would be on their own that day.
She hurried through her shower and breakfast—though she didn’t eat much, as she was nervous about the day ahead. The appointment with Mistress Michaela in Haarlem was set for 9:30 a.m.; Marja left Leiden by car for Haarlem at exactly 8:30 a.m.Saturdays were always very busy at Mistress Michaela’s place.
Frans—the boy who had collapsed on the cross the day before—was there, working in the garden alongside the castrato. Frans’s mother, a sturdy, simple woman, worked as a cleaner for Mistress Michaela in exchange for the educational lessons her son received from the Mistress.
Michaela also regularly fucked this woman, who was around forty years old. With Tineke—Frans’s mother—present, Herman was free to carry out other tasks for his Mistress; he now had to pick up a slave from Haarlem station. He was to collect the slave at the designated pick-up and drop-off point.
At a quarter past nine that morning, Marja rang the doorbell at Michaela’s villa; Herman opened the door and immediately knelt before the Lady, knowing she was the one who would later that day administer the punishment imposed on him by Mistress Michaela.
He had learned the previous day that this Lady was a dyed-in-the-wool sadist, and after a painful week, he had no desire for further punishment; he already suspected that this new Mistress would inflict a harsher penalty than the one originally decreed. Marja asked for the Mistress.
“I shall show you the way, Mistress; she is in the study.” Herman then escorted her to the study and knocked on the door. After the formalities of kneeling and pouring coffee for both Ladies, he took his leave to go and fetch the slave, Peter, from the station.
Michaela was already dressed for the day ahead: high boots with stilettos and spurs, seamed stockings, leather garter straps worn over a short pleated leather skirt, and a leather blouse over a pointed bra. Michaela rang the bell and Tineke appeared; she knelt before both Ladies and was instructed to assist Mistress Madelon with dressing.
Everything was already laid out in Madelon’s room. During the brief interlude, Madelon had learned from Michaela that she could make use of Tineke—sexually as well—but that Tineke was not a pain slave and could not be subjected to severe punishment. After hearing this from Michaela, Madelon decided to write everything down—realizing she would never remember it all otherwise—so, once dressed, she instructed Tineke to fetch pen and paper.
Madelon was wearing boots with spurs and black seamless nylons; like Michaela, she wore no panties beneath her loose-fitting black leather skirt, which ended just above the knee, and she wore a black satin blouse over a push-up bra. For the first time in her life, she was also wearing a wig—a red one—which made her look nothing like Marja; instead, for the first time, she looked like Mistress Madelon.
She studied her reflection and, for the first time ever, liked what she saw; this gave her a massive boost in self-confidence. She then put on her eye mask, seeing in the reflection that Peter—her husband and slave—would never be able to recognize her. When the slave returned, Madelon took the pen and paper and ordered her to polish her boots, while she herself jotted down everything she could recall—names, types of slaves, and so on.
Once that was done, she headed to the dungeon to prepare for the day ahead. As Peter sat in the car next to Herman, he knew there was no turning back; he forgot about Marja and his children, thinking only of his Mistress. He had been picked up at the agreed-upon location at ten minutes to ten; he had spent the time since eight o’clock wandering the city—where almost everything was still closed—and eventually had a coffee at the station, where he ran into an acquaintance and briefly chatted, telling them he was visiting a great-aunt in a care home.
At a quarter to ten, he arrived at the meeting point and was picked up by Herman; he was wise enough not to sit in the back seat, as that spot was surely reserved for the Mistress. They drove in silence the short distance to the Mistress’s house, turning into the driveway just past ten o’clock.
Herman led Peter straight to the Mistress’s study, where Michaela sat waiting on her throne. In no time, Peter was naked and kneeling before Mistress Michaela; Herman had taken his clothes to the dungeon, where he was to report to Mistress Madelon. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform entered and shackled Peter’s hands and feet; his ankles were connected by a chain about 30 centimeters long, allowing him to take only short, shuffling steps.
He was also fitted with a collar and a face mask that covered his entire face, leaving openings only for his eyes and nose; the mouth section could be unzipped, and a ball gag was inserted and fastened quite tightly, leaving him feeling somewhat isolated from the world around him. Afterward, Tineke took him to the dungeon; he had to make the journey on his knees.
It took quite a while, but Tineke was patient, and eventually, they arrived at the dungeon, where he witnessed another slave—who, like him, was wearing a face mask—being punished. Peter did not realize that this was the man who had just fetched him, nor did he know that the Mistress so severely flogging this poor slave was his own wife.
Herman knew that this Mistress would prolong his punishment, so he strictly followed her orders to minimize mistakes; he had already had to restart the count of his lashes twice, and she did not strike lightly for a woman—he hoped she would reach her climax soon. Herman did not even notice the new slave enter, so focused was he on the Mistress; Madelon, however, saw the group arrive and recognized that the naked, masked slave was her husband, Peter, and she knew exactly what she had to do.
Peter watched the scene unfold: a slave, his hands bound, hoisted up by his wrists so that only his toes touched the ground; he was being mercilessly flogged by a wildly aroused redhead Mistress. The man’s back, legs, and buttocks—as well as his front, including his belly, stomach, and chest—were covered in welts.
With every blow, the man groaned louder; Peter developed a massive erection watching it all. He was kneeling beside the woman who had brought him there; Peter suspected she had noticed his arousal, though she gave no sign of it. The masked Mistress glanced at him a few times, too, so she must have seen it as well; yet, behind his mask, Peter felt safe, as if he weren’t really there.
Madelon reveled in her victim’s pain and in Peter’s presence. Her victim began groaning ever more loudly, having already restarted his count three times; she now shut out the world, stopped looking at Peter, and lashed out with increasing speed and intensity. Herman screamed in agony, and finally, Madelon climaxed—she had never experienced such an intense orgasm.
Tineke lowered Herman, who was then made to lick Madelon; she remained standing, allowing the bloodied, welt-covered slave to lick her right before Peter’s eyes, climaxing twice more in the process. After the cleansing ritual, Tineke left, leading Herman—who was forced to crawl—on a leash.
Michaela had just arrived and caught the tail end of the punishment session. Madelon was just as sadistic as Hannelore, though fortunately not quite as unhinged. Michaela hoped Madelon would learn to show a bit more restraint in the future, but that was something she would have to learn in time.
Michaela found it arousing that Madelon climaxed at the sight of a slave suffering. Beneath her short, flared pleated skirt, Michaela had developed a massive erection that remained hidden from view; Peter, however, got a full look at it when he had to perform oral sex on the huge member. With his hands occupied, he was simply fucked right in his slave-mouth; Mistress Michaela climaxed within five minutes, spurting deep into his throat, and a minute later he was strapped to the cross, being tortured by that masked Mistress.
An older man who was also present in the dungeon was busy taking all sorts of photos. Madelon saw her husband—in a rather aroused state—performing oral sex on Mistress Michaela; she then formally bade farewell to Peter as her husband and welcomed him as her first private slave. Once she had him secured to the cross, she resolved to torment him mercilessly for a long time.
Michaela left Peter in Madelon’s hands to work on for about an hour; she was not to reveal her identity yet, as Michaela wanted to be present for that moment. It had been decided that Peter would learn the masked Mistress’s identity that day, as well as what his life would look like from then on. But that moment had not yet arrived.
Michaela went to check on her slaves’ Saturday chores; in the vestibule, she had Tineke help her into her long leather coat before heading out to the garden to inspect the slaves, while Herman lay on his bed.
Madelon had fully mapped out Peter’s torture on paper and consulted her notes out of his sight. She was alone with him now and had resolved to speak to him. She knew she had to slow her actions down a little so the slave could clearly see and feel what she was doing, allowing fear to build and letting him prepare for the inevitable events to follow; Madelon was learning that building the tension of a session was a skill in itself—something that could be learned. Michaela had said that, with her sadistic nature, she would make a fine Mistress.
Peter could not quite look the masked Mistress in the eye—to the extent that such contact was even permitted—though he found her arousing; he had certainly noticed that this Mistress was a real woman. He had also seen that she was very cruel, and that aspect frightened him a little. “I am Mistress Madelon, Slave,” she said to him. “And who are you?” “I am Slave Peter, Mistress,” he said. She told him that he was at her disposal for the next hour.
Clamps were attached to his nipples, his scrotum, and his cock. His balls and cock were subjected to excruciating pain; every erection was beaten down with one of the many whips at hand. She drove needles through his scrotum and penis, as well as his testicles and nipples; he screamed out and begged for mercy, but received none from this stern and cruel Mistress. After enduring thirty minutes of agonizing pain, he was untied and forced onto his hands and knees, where he was flogged with tremendous force; his buttocks were also worked over with a cane.
She straddled his back, alternating between using her spurs and her riding crop on him; eventually, he collapsed, whereupon she worked him over with her stiletto heels and spurs. She kicked him in the side and ordered him to lie on his back; she then sat on his chest and jabbed him hard with her spurs, while lashing his cock and balls with her riding crop.
Peter groaned in agony, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begged her for pity and mercy. Madelon gradually forgot about the photographer, who was using his flash frequently, and Peter stopped noticing him as well; these photos were destined for Mistress Madelon’s commercial website.
Peter noticed that as the Mistress sat on his chest, inflicting terrible pain, she was becoming increasingly aroused; soon, she shifted her position to sit on his face, demanding that he serve her—or so she put it. The torment, however, continued unabated. He had been practicing cunnilingus lately, so he performed well; despite the pain he was enduring, he managed to bring her to climax multiple times—even getting an erection in the process, for which he was severely punished.
After the session, he was locked in a dungeon and chained to the wall by his hands and feet; he was left hanging there, forced to bear his full weight on his toes, though he was otherwise free of clamps or penile restraints. The Mistress locked the dungeon and left, abandoning Peter in a state of despair.
Meanwhile, Michaela had gone to the garden, where the castrato was working alongside her youngest slave—Frans, the son of Tineke. Frans had been Michaela’s slave since the age of sixteen; initially, his mother was unaware of this, believing she was simply paying Michaela for the tutoring lessons he was indeed receiving.
Michaela made sure to stay within the bounds of the law. Tineke knew her son would be handled firmly—that was the agreement between her and Michaela: her son was to be taught discipline alongside his lessons. There had been no father in the family for a long time.
Michaela realized that a mother who allowed her son to be treated this way by his tutor must have a kinky side herself; nevertheless, Michaela was unpleasantly surprised when Tineke called, wanting to talk because her son had come home from tutoring with tears in his eyes and refused to discuss the matter with her.
Later, seeing that her son was covered in welts, Tineke worried about whether she had done the right thing in consenting to all of this. Michaela agreed to a meeting on the condition that Frans also attend. Since that conversation, Tineke had been in her Mistress’s service every Saturday; she had witnessed the moment—six months prior—when the Mistress claimed her rights over Frans on his eighteenth birthday.
During the meeting, Michaela had confronted Tineke with the fact that Frans was her slave and wanted nothing else, stating that he would even run away if Tineke forbade him from visiting his Mistress; Frans, who was kneeling throughout the conversation, confirmed all of this. Michaela offered to let Tineke take over some of her son’s tasks and punishments; Tineke—who was, in her own way, a good mother and wanted to be one—agreed and entered the service of her new Mistress, who also regularly fucked her, something Tineke found pleasurable.
However, Frans’s punishments did not diminish; at his Mistress’s behest, he stopped letting his mother know quite so much about them. Frans saw his Mistress approaching; he knew he was not allowed to kneel before her in the garden, as the neighbors might notice something amiss. He and the castrato merely bowed their heads; Michaela ordered Frans to the shed, as she wished to speak with him.
The boy obeyed immediately and followed his stern Mistress to the shed. Once inside, he had to remove his overalls; standing naked before his Mistress, he knelt deeply, his back still covered in the welts Madelon had inflicted during his punishment the day before. Michaela planted her stiletto heel on his back and pressed her young slave down, then worked over his back with her spurs until he bled.
She told him that he would be taking part in a photo session that afternoon with the Mistress who had punished him the previous day, that he would be fitted with a chastity device after the session, and that he had to report to a hearing the following week for failing to thank Mistress Madelon for the punishment.
He was ordered to report naked to the dungeon at 3 o’clock. Frans had to return to work, while Michaela walked back to the house and summoned Tineke to the study. Tineke informed her that the notary was downstairs, waiting for the Mistress to have time for him; Michaela nodded, bent Tineke over the desk, and lifted her skirt up over her shapely buttocks, proceeding to take her anally with great force. Michaela filled her completely; she found it highly stimulating to have the son as a slave and torture him, only to then fuck the mother.
Michaela sat down at her desk as Tineke stood up and pulled her skirt back down, feeling the semen running down her buttocks and legs. “Slave, show the notary in,” Michaela ordered her. Tineke left the room and returned a moment later with the notary, who knelt low before his Mistress. The notary updated his Mistress on the progress of his divorce and the settlement agreement. He also provided her with a list of his upcoming business and personal engagements, ensuring his Mistress knew exactly what he was doing and where he was. In response to Michaela’s questions, he reported that Mistress Helga had not been in touch with him—something that pleased Michaela.
Following this conversation, Tineke took Henk the notary away; he was then locked up naked in a dungeon cell next to Peter, as he, too, was scheduled to perform for the new Mistress’s website that afternoon. Michaela and Madelon had lunch together, served by Tineke; Herman had recovered somewhat from his recent punishment and went out that afternoon to run errands, as he always did on Saturdays. Michaela intuitively understood that even a devoted slave like Herman needed some time to himself—time he essentially had every Saturday—though he had to be back by six o’clock, when Tineke went home.
Michaela and Madelon discussed the day so far, and Michaela mentioned that a web designer was coming to create a webpage for Madelon and register her on sites important to her business. For the time being, she would not be signing up with agencies; however, plans were made to visit BDSM venues so Madelon could get a sense of her target audience.
After lunch, she prepared for the photo shoot, which would be conducted by the elderly photographer and the web designer; the slaves serving in the session were Peter, Frans, and Henk. Michaela directed the shoot, focusing primarily on the images. They started at two o’clock, and the web designer turned off the last of the studio lights at five.
Madelon was exhausted from the constant outfit changes and the various actions she had to perform. After the session, everyone showered, and Herman locked the slaves away again. After showering, Frans was allowed to go home with Tineke. Henk was assigned to serve the ladies during their drinks hour, where they discussed Madelon’s future and what was to be done with Peter.
The plan was for Madelon to start her own practice with Michaela’s help; she would remain married to Peter for the time being, until the practice was running successfully. Paul, Peter’s son, would undergo re-education by Michaela, and Peter would become Madelon’s house slave. The house in Katwijk will be set up as both a practice space and a living area for Madelon; Peter will have to cover the rent for the time being, and he is also required to pay back the cost of the furnishings, which Michaela will advance.
After the meal, Peter will be informed of the masked Mistress’s identity and his future role. Furthermore, Mistress Michaela will make use of Peter on a regular basis. After the meal, the ladies had coffee in the living room, and Herman was instructed to fetch Peter; when Peter entered and saw Marja sitting there, he turned pale, and with trembling knees, he obeyed his wife’s command to kneel before them. He realized that the life he had led up to that point was about to change completely.
He also immediately realized that Marja was the masked Mistress. Once he had been informed of what had been discussed—at least the parts relevant to him as a slave—he had to get dressed and then drive his new Mistress home. In the car, Madelon, his new Mistress, mentioned in passing that his son Paul was to undergo re-education with Mistress Michaela.
That evening, Michaela watched television while Henk served as her footstool; the following day was quiet, though she maintained discipline among her slaves—which resulted in some severe punishments—and she had Herman perform oral sex on her several times with Henk required to be present. Henk felt deeply humiliated by this, which was, of course, the intention.
Upon returning home that Saturday, Marja went straight to bed; Peter chatted briefly with his children before heading up to the attic, the spot his Mistress had designated as his sleeping quarters for the time being.