Peter had called them, and they were all sitting at the table; Peter and Paul were quiet, sitting somewhat uncomfortably on their sore backsides. Little was said, and after the meal, Marja ordered Peter and his son to do the dishes. She went into the living room with Diana, and they talked about her purchases—excluding the BDSM gear, of course.
Marja was struck by how positive Diana was. Diana, nearly sixteen, was in the fourth year of the VWO (pre-university track), while her brother—two years her senior—was in the third year of the VMBO (pre-vocational track). Not only was he in a lower academic stream, but he had also repeated a few years. She was clearly more intelligent than her brother, yet that didn’t stop him from teasing her and calling her a “nerd.”
Diana had outgrown the phase of thinking all boys were stupid and was already quite interested in them. However, she thoroughly disliked her brother and found him a nuisance; she asked Marja what could be done about it. Marja said she would handle it, prompting Diana to ask curiously,
“What will you do, Mom?” Marja couldn’t say exactly, of course, but she did say, “Punish him, naturally.” Diana smiled slightly. Marja also told Diana that clothing and makeup were important when dealing with men and boys—she surprised even herself by saying this to the young girl.
Diana nodded in agreement. Marja then took Diana upstairs, showed her the newly acquired clothes, and—without going into detail—explained the effect leather could have on certain people. Diana went to her own room next to Paul’s and continued with her homework. When Marja spoke to her brother before dinner—something Diana could hear if she kept her stereo volume very low—she turned the music down almost completely and listened through the thin wall separating their bedrooms.
In terms of curiosity, she was truly her father’s daughter. She had heard everything, including the spanking, and found it all very thrilling and arousing; her crotch tingled and grew slightly damp. After the spanking ended, she left her door ajar because she wanted to see her mom—and her brother, too.
She didn’t see Paul, but she did spot her father just as he ran into Marja. She noticed Marja holding a riding crop. A friend of hers had one just like it, and she often went to the stables with that friend. She wasn’t allowed to ride horses herself—her father had said it was too expensive.
She had never known Marja rode horses, but she certainly knew what Marja had done to her brother with that crop. Normally, she would have been appalled, but Diana was wired differently; she thought it was actually quite simple. All you needed was a riding crop to stop that brother of hers from bothering you.
She also wanted to use Marja to try and get permission to ride horses after all—that way, she’d have a crop of her own. At nearly sixteen, she was already almost as worldly-wise as Marja was at thirty-seven.
Michaela opened her email and read a message from a woman named Marja—a novice Mistress married to a man named Peter. She knew that Michaela had become Peter’s Mistress and that the two of them had met on a train. She also wrote that she had spotted Michaela at the Leiden train station and thought she was a striking woman.
She hadn’t told her husband, Peter, about any of this; she asked if Michaela could mentor her so they could dominate Peter together and teach her the ropes of being a Mistress. Michaela was slightly surprised but quickly saw the potential in the proposal. She hoped that, under her guidance, Marja might eventually go professional—though for now, a meeting was the first step. In her reply, she asked Marja to come to Haarlem on Friday.
That way, she could also bring up the appointment scheduled with Peter for that Saturday. She suggested meeting for lunch at Restaurant Dreefzicht in Haarlem, which was close to her home. She also included her mobile number in the email. She sent the email, and less than fifteen minutes later, Marja called her.
Marja thanked her for the invitation and asked if it was best that Peter remained in the dark. Michaela confirmed this and arranged to meet her at the restaurant at 12:30; Marja agreed to be there. The next morning, Michaela had her first client—a slave—scheduled for 9:00 a.m. He was a student who had to work plenty of shifts in his spare time to afford her services; he would come in on Friday mornings straight after his early shift.
He started at four in the morning, and after a quick shower at home, he reported to the Mistress at a quarter to nine; Herman then led him to a small room in the basement containing a stool and a steel cabinet secured with a combination lock. There, as always, the student had to undress—hanging his clothes in the cabinet—and wait on his knees for the Mistress.
The student visited twice a month, on Fridays. He could never have afforded this with a part-time job, but his mother covered the rest; she gave him money for private lessons, which he took with Mistress Michaela. At the stroke of nine, the Mistress opened the door; the young twenty-year-old student bowed even lower, and after a crack of the whip, he licked her boots. The Mistress was dressed entirely in leather: a black bustier that left her breasts fully exposed—thrusting proudly forward with hard nipples—a pleated leather miniskirt, black leather garter straps, black seamed stockings, and high-heeled black knee-high boots with spurs. She wore heavy makeup and her black wig.
She strapped him to the cross, whipped him cruelly with various whips, used nipple clamps, took him with a dildo, and tortured his balls and penis; at the stroke of ten, he was in the shower located in a room next to the dungeon. Meanwhile, Herman had admitted a new slave into a different changing room.
Many slaves hate running into other slaves; they do not want to admit to being there and do not wish to be recognized. The student moved from the shower area to his changing room and then, via another door, entered the dungeon’s antechamber near the stairs, where Herman met him. After handing Herman an envelope containing money, he left via the stairs and the hallway. While the student was showering, Herman had let in the other slave—an elderly man who visited irregularly and was treated with merciless severity by the Mistress.
This time, he was subjected to electro-play, causing him to lose consciousness several times. Michaela revived him by pinching his cheeks. Finally, she punished him with a cane; at a quarter past eleven, his session ended, and the old slave was locked in one of the dungeons, where he was chained to the wall by his hands and feet, a ball gag in his mouth.
The Mistress went upstairs to change. The gardener tidied up the dungeon, and Herman escorted his Mistress to her quarters. After showering, Herman helped her dress. Herman rode her tot the restaurant, when she walked into Dreefzicht, she was wearing a long black pleated satin skirt, a black satin blouse, and shiny black pumps—looking exceptionally stylish and sexy.
She spotted Marja already seated but still let the manager escort her over. Marja had seen Michaela step out of the car and immediately recognized the chauffeur as well; Michaela was wearing a short leather jacket over a long skirt.The ladies greeted each other, waited for the waiter to take their drink orders, and then leisurely looked over the menu.
During lunch, Michaela asked if Marja had given it serious thought; Marja didn’t hesitate for a moment, saying, “This is what I want.” Michaela asked if she had any prior experience, and Marja described what she had done the day before. As Marja gave a detailed account of how she had punished Peter and Paul, Michaela became aroused and spontaneously got an erection; after lunch, the two ladies drove back to Michaela’s house in Marja’s car.
Michaela showed her the entire house—the slave quarters, the dungeon, everything. Marja was deeply impressed and made no secret of it; this made Michaela proud of what she had achieved. In the living room, Michaela asked if she wanted to start the training right away; this was what Marja had hoped for, and she gave an enthusiastic “yes.” “Did you bring a change of clothes?”
Marja had a suitcase of clothes in the back of her car. Herman fetched the suitcase and took it to one of the guest rooms. Michaela made a selection from the contents and instructed Herman to dress this new Mistress, which he did. He also helped her with her makeup.
Accompanied by Herman, Marja entered the living room and let herself be inspected. She was wearing her new boots—to which Herman had attached her spurs—along with a long black pleated skirt, stockings, and a garter belt. She wore no panties, and she had borrowed the black lace blouse, lace gloves, and black bra from Mistress Michaela.The Mistress approved of the look, and Marja mentioned that she would also like to have a clothing slave.
“You have Peter, don’t you?” Michaela said. “It’s just a matter of training and using the whip.” The question of whether she wanted to work commercially was music to her ears—after all, that was exactly what she was after—and once again, she gave an enthusiastic “yes.”
“Do you want to use your own name, or would you prefer a different one?” Marja preferred a different name but didn’t know which one; she hadn’t thought about it yet.
“Which girl did you dislike the most at school?” Michaela asked. “Madelon,” Marja said. “Then from now on, you are Mistress Madelon.”Madelon—the prettiest girl in the class—had always teased the chubby Marja, something Marja had never forgotten.
And now Marja had become Madelon, and it felt good. The outfit fit well; she felt dominant and sexy. For her first lesson, she had to fetch the gardener with Herman and bring him to the dungeon. The gardener was working outside in the garden, somewhere behind the house. Herman escorted Mistress Madelon to a large garden shed and went to find the gardener; Madelon waited in the shed, feeling somewhat uncertain, and looked around. There were tools everywhere, but also items that could be used for BDSM—suggesting that such activities likely took place there.
She held a formidable-looking whip in her left hand. Herman found the gardener and explained the situation: a lady was waiting for him in the shed, and he was to obey her on the Mistress’s orders. When the two slaves entered, she was standing with her back to the door.
She turned around and saw both slaves kneeling. She was momentarily surprised to see Herman kneeling too, but he, too, was required to obey her under his Mistress’s orders.
“Strip and Heel.” She issued the commands in rather quick succession, yet these well-trained slaves carried out her wishes. They undressed, knelt before her, and licked her boots. An overwhelming sense of power washed over her. Two big men were at her feet, and she could make them do anything.
On Mistress Michaela’s orders, she had to administer forty lashes to the gardener after first positioning him on all fours. She was instructed to strike as hard as she could. She did so and nearly reached orgasm; after this punishment, she decided to strike Herman forty times as well—something Mistress Michaela hadn’t specified, so she did it entirely on her own initiative.
The gardener’s body was covered in scars and welts; while punishing this slave, she had noticed he had no testicles—Mistress Michaela had already told her he was impotent. Herman looked battered, too; his thighs, buttocks, and back were covered in scabs. Yet she punished Herman just as severely as she could, even delivering forty lashes. At the thirtieth lash, he began to groan in pain, and at the fortieth, she climaxed.
Afterward, she ordered the gardener to lead the way to the dungeon. He opened a trapdoor in the floor, revealing a wide stone staircase leading down into the depths. A corridor brought them into the dungeon, where Mistress Michaela was already waiting for them. She was wearing the pleated skirt she had put on that morning.
“You are a harsh Mistress,” she said to Madelon upon seeing the marks of her punishments on both slaves. Punishing Herman hadn’t been part of the plan, but now he, too, knew exactly what to expect from Mistress Madelon. Madelon worried she might have done something wrong, but Michaela reassured her and asked if she felt aroused while punishing her husband, her son, and these two slaves.
Madelon admitted that she had experienced an orgasm while punishing Herman. Mistress Michaela told her that if she climaxed while thrashing a slave, she had to let that slave lick her clean. Mistress Madelon then ordered Herman to lick her clean.
She lay down on a table-like structure with her skirt hiked up, making her glistening, soaking-wet pussy easily accessible to the slave. She pulled Herman toward her pussy by the leash attached to his collar and ordered him to lick.
After two minutes of licking, she climaxed again, shuddering and moaning. Mistress Michaela had developed a massive erection from this scene; she brutally yanked Herman backward and kicked him aside. Mistress Michaela didn’t hesitate for a moment; she penetrated Madelon’s pussy with her hard cock. By the time Michaela finally climaxed inside her, Madelon had already experienced several orgasms; she wasn’t particularly surprised that Mistress Michaela possessed a penis.
Both Mistresses tidied themselves up a bit, and Mistress Michaela then issued some orders to her slaves. The two slaves had to put collars, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs on each other. Herman was secured to a cross by Mistress Michaela, and later, the gardener was fastened to a cross on the opposite wall of the dungeon by Mistress Madelon. Their nipples, penises, and scrotums were worked on, and Madelon paid close attention to the techniques—how to insert needles through nipples, how to apply clamps, and which actions caused the most pain.
She soaked it all up like a sponge, including the use of various whips, weights, and needles on their genitals. Then they had to stop, as Mistress Michaela still had to preside over a disciplinary hearing. It was already four o’clock, and the session was due to start at five. Mistress Michaela asked if Madelon wanted to attend; she could then carry out the punishments on the slaves immediately afterward.
Madelon agreed, though she needed to make a quick call to sort out a few things at home. She called, and Peter answered. She informed him that she wouldn’t be coming home for the time being and that he would have to take care of dinner; Peter told her he was filling in for a shift tomorrow and would be leaving early. She hung up without saying goodbye.
Every week, Mistress Michaela held a hearing for all her personal slaves—both live-in and live-out. Over the course of seven years, she had built up an extensive stable of slaves, all while striving to avoid the mistakes she had made as Michel—the cross-dresser she had been before turning forty. She selected her slaves carefully; if they proved unsuitable, they were passed on to other Mistresses or simply dismissed. If a slave committed an infraction, he had to be punished immediately. Additional punishment could be imposed later to satisfy the Mistress and discipline the slave.
Consequently, Friday afternoons saw a large turnout of young slaves alongside “newbies”—slaves who were new to the BDSM scene. Herman’s presence as an accused party was therefore an exception. As a resident slave, he already incurred plenty of punishments, and sadistic Mistresses would, of course, also torture and humiliate their slaves for their own sexual gratification.
A throne was set up in the dungeon, with a slightly smaller seat beside it for Madelon. The naked gardener stood behind the throne. Herman had ushered the three accused men in and shown them their places. The one who had committed the minor offense sat to the right, in front of the Mistress, while those who had committed more serious offenses sat to his right; Johan was to be judged last.
All the slaves were kneeling, their hands having been shackled by the gardener. At the stroke of five, Mistress Michaela and Mistress Madelon entered the dungeon, followed by a masked, naked slave. Mistress Michaela took her seat first; the castrato ensured that her long, white pleated skirt did not crease as she sat down.
He then did the same for Mistress Madelon, who was new to him. The ladies were dressed in dazzling white—white pumps and white silk blouses. Madelon had been provided with this entire outfit on loan. The masked slave knelt beside Mistress Michaela. The slaves bowed as low as possible when the ladies entered. Their judgment was about to begin, followed by their punishment.
The first slave—still just a boy—was punished with fifty strokes for failing to bow quickly or deeply enough. The second slave, the elderly photographer, was sentenced to one hundred lashes for failing to carry out an order on time. The third slave, a young man of about thirty, was punished for removing his chastity belt before a doctor’s appointment; he had not asked for permission to do so, and the Mistress sentenced him to two hundred lashes.
Herman, too, received a punishment of fifty strokes with the cane. Michaela had the man who had received the harshest punishment locked in the dungeon cell and chained to the wall. He was to be punished the following day.
The other two were locked up together in a second dungeon next to the first. The ladies disappeared—along with Herman and the masked slave—to change their clothes. Herman and the masked slave helped the ladies dress in leather: Michaela in a short leather skirt, boots, a leather blouse, and leather gloves—all in black; Mistress Madelon in a slightly longer black leather skirt, black pumps, black leather gloves, and a black satin blouse.
Both ladies wore sheer black stockings underneath. After about twenty minutes, they returned to the dungeon, where Madelon strapped the young boy to the cross. The gardener had already fitted him with ankle shackles—on orders, of course. Mistress Michaela had instructed Madelon on exactly what to do.
Madelon took a severe-looking whip from the rack and held it out to the boy. He was to receive fifty lashes, and he had to count them himself; if he made a mistake, she would start over. The boy would soon learn his lesson and discover that this Mistress was every bit as cruel as his own. During the punishment, Madelon tried to maintain control by distributing the blows evenly across his back, buttocks, and thighs.
However, when the boy began to scream and weep from the pain, she was momentarily startled—though the reaction was so fleeting that no one but herself noticed it. The boy’s wailing could only be heard within the dungeon. Mistress Michaela had told her that if the noise became a problem, she could gag him; instead, Madelon found herself aroused by it and struck even harder.
She reached climax again just as the boy slumped against the cross. Madelon noticed that the masked slave was developing a massive erection.”He’ll come around,” Michaela said, before fetching the elderly photographer and strapping him to the other cross. This old man wasn’t exactly a pain slave, though he had long served the Mistress; it was only after his wife’s death that he had truly committed himself to the lifestyle, hoping to rise through the slave hierarchy.
Both Mistresses worked on him simultaneously, and he received his punishment in no time. He thanked both Mistresses. Afterward, the unfortunate men were released and ordered to crawl to the shower, get dressed, and go home. The boy did not yet know that he would be back the following Friday; he had failed to thank Madelon. Mistress Michaela decided to call it a day. Herman was also scheduled for punishment the next day, so for now, he could simply return to work.
Once the ladies had changed and were sitting in the living room, the masked slave remained kneeling in the dungeon; Mistress Michaela would have the notary come upstairs later. Over a cup of coffee, Mistress Michaela told Madelon that her husband would be coming there the next day and suggested that Madelon come as well.
Peter had to fill in—something that happened occasionally—and Madelon felt betrayed by him. “But he’ll see me then,” Madelon said. “With a mask over your eyes and a wig, he won’t recognize you—and just give curt commands.” Madelon agreed, but there was a problem: they might end up on the same train.
The only solution was to move the car away from the station and bring it back in time—though she realized this was her old way of thinking. She had always taken Peter and the children into account, putting herself second; after today, however, she saw that she didn’t want that anymore. From now on, Peter could take the bus to work—or walk if the bus wasn’t running—because the car was for Mistress Madelon.
Marja came home at half past nine that evening; Peter was watching television. She ordered him to go upstairs with her; she undressed and he had to hang up her clothes, then she took a shower and he had to wait until she called him. After ten minutes she called him, and he had to dry her off—he did all of this submissively. Afterward, she told him that he was no longer allowed to use the car and that he could not sleep in her bed that night; then she sent him away and went to sleep.