Herman rang Raymond’s doorbell at 11:00 a.m. on Monday; Raymond was already waiting by the front door. Raymond knew his Mistress disliked waiting. He opened the door, and Michaela entered the apartment gracefully. In her high stilettos, she was considerably taller than Raymond and even slightly taller than Herman, who followed meekly behind her, carrying her briefcase.
Michaela was elegantly dressed, entirely in white: a long pleated skirt with a front slit, a satin blouse, and silk stockings with white garters; beneath the skirt, Raymond could see her white boots. Raymond knew the appointment concerned financial matters and that Herman would be coming upstairs with her. Despite it being a business meeting, he knelt before her and kissed her boots.
“Stand up and lead the way, slave,” Michaela commanded curtly. Raymond sensed she meant business. He quickly got into his wheelchair and led the way to his study. Michaela took a seat in a large armchair, while Herman had to ensure her clothes—especially her skirt—did not crease.
“Get two coffees, Herman,” she said. Her butler went straight to the kitchen to fetch the coffee, while Raymond had to take a seat in front of her. Michaela picked up her briefcase and took out two folders: one containing a proposal for Raymond and another with contracts drawn up by her notary. Without hesitation, she told Raymond she was in financial trouble and needed his help.
Herman returned with the coffee and had to hold the tray for his Mistress throughout the entire conversation—kneeling, of course.
“May I ask what kind of financial problems you are facing, Mistress?” Raymond asked.
Michaela explained that the issues involved fines and tax debts. She handed him a folder containing a copy of her proposal. Raymond opened the folder and read the proposal carefully. The proposal was as follows: Michaela wanted to sell him half of her share in the Maastricht business for €200,000. In addition, she wanted him to pay off her tax debt and fines, which would amount to at least €600,000.
The €200,000 from the share sale could be deducted from that total. The villa in Haarlem was expected to yield a profit of at least €200,000, leaving a remaining debt of €200,000. Michaela would repay this remaining debt using the proceeds from the sale of the house in Katwijk. Everything would be formalized in contracts, though Raymond would have to advance all the funds.Furthermore, Michaela wanted to move in with Raymond—bringing two or three slaves with her—for the time needed to buy or rent a new home.
Raymond concluded that the figures relied on quite a few assumptions. He remarked that, in his view, reducing the tax debt from two million Euros to six hundred thousand Euros was a somewhat optimistic projection. Michaela replied that she had anticipated this; in that scenario, he could also become the owner of her remaining share in the Maastricht business and her other rental property.
She would then be left with no assets and would file for bankruptcy regarding the remainder of the debt. Raymond asked a further question about the Maastricht arrangement and realized that this was where the greatest risk lay—though the same applied to Michaela and Denise. Everything in Maastricht was geared toward the future, and the outlook was promising.
He had always wanted to become Michaela’s partner, and now was his chance. He needed no time to think it over or consult others before deciding. He signed all the contracts while on his knees, with Herman signing as a witness. Raymond was a businessman; she knew that.
He had tactfully pointed out the flaw in the calculation, just as Henk and Mark had done before him. Michaela could be left completely destitute while everyone else came out a winner—and all because of her ex, Hannelore, and her vengeful clients.
Slightly aroused, Michaela stood up and ordered both slaves to undress.
She took a riding crop from her briefcase; small, nasty steel balls were attached to the ends of the leather thongs.
“Follow me,” she said to the naked slaves. Michaela inspected the entire apartment, looking for space for her slaves. The apartment had enough rooms for this purpose. Raymond was told that his guest room was to be prepared for her, and that she would be moving in with her entourage in four weeks.
“Your command will be obeyed, Mistress,” said Raymond. Above his bed hung a swivel-mounted hoist bar, electrically adjustable in height; the paralyzed slave was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed and hold onto the bar. Michaela used the electric mechanism to hoist him up high enough to perform fellatio on her, while Herman had to sit behind her with his head beneath her long skirt, holding the slit open so Raymond could serve her orally.
Herman was required to insert his tongue deep into her anus and lick her. With her riding crop, Michaela struck Raymond hard across the back, above the level of his spinal cord injury. This caused him extreme pain. He moaned and groaned, which only made her member grow harder and larger. Raymond knew what lay ahead. He had to pleasure her in a way that was difficult and painful for him, and on top of that, there was the riding crop.
For half an hour, his stern, cruel Mistress lashed his back. He felt her member grow stiffer and larger in his mouth. She thrust deep into his throat, and Raymond—who was well-trained—fervently hoped he could handle it. Failure was not an option. He hung by his arms, which were growing increasingly weary, while Michaela, his Mistress, continued relentlessly. He registered every thrust in his mind.
He knew his task: he had to pleasure her; he had to endure pain for her enjoyment. When she finally climaxed in his throat and he swallowed her fluids, he felt intensely happy—happy that she would be coming to stay with him and that he was to become a partner in her firm. For Herman, things were far from easy either; gazing into the cleft of his Mistress’s buttocks; he had to hold the slit of her skirt open by feel while licking her hole with his nose pressed between her cheeks.
He would have preferred Raymond’s role; although he wasn’t being beaten, Herman knew that he himself would be punished once the Mistress had climaxed. Herman tried his utmost to pleasure the Mistress; she moved rhythmically back and forth in Raymond’s slave-mouth, and Herman had to keep pace maintaining pressure on her anus with his tongue—he failed twice and knew he would be severely punished for it.
Afterward, Michaela left Raymond’s bedroom without deigning to glance at her slaves; Raymond fell back onto the bed, his arms trembling from the exertion. Herman, knowing he had to follow his Mistress, quickly stood up and walked to the living room, suspecting she was there. Michaela had just settled into the large leather armchair overlooking the beach and sea at Scheveningen when Herman knelt deeply before her, awaiting his punishment.
“I am not satisfied with your performance, slave,” she said, seeing the fear in his eyes; her re-emerging erection jutted out through the slit in her skirt. She sentenced her slave to thirty lashes and administered the punishment immediately; at the tenth stroke, Raymond rolled into the room. Michaela turned toward him, placed her left boot on Herman’s back, and pressed him to the floor with her sharp stiletto heel so Raymond could clearly see the welts on his back; her skirt parted further as she did so, revealing her divine penis in all its glory.
“See how I punish my slave; consider carefully whether you, too, wish to become my total slave—and kneel before me now,” she said.
Raymond got out of his wheelchair, knelt before her as best he could, and thanked her; he opened his mouth, and Michaela spat into it. Michaela turned away and administered the remainder of Herman’s punishment. Afterward, both slaves were covered in welts but had no open wounds; Raymond required no medical attention and was able to dress himself. Once dressed, Herman was ordered to drive his Mistress back to Haarlem.