Michaela and her entourage had been staying with Raymond for three weeks now; effectively, she had taken complete control of the household. The housekeeper had been sent off on three months’ paid leave, with Tineke and Herman taking over her duties.
Negotiations had reduced the total tax debt to 1.2 million Euros—a figure that appeared final. The sale of the villa had yielded a higher profit than projected, and by combining those funds with the proceeds from the house in Katwijk and the sale of half her share in the Maastricht business, she had managed to clear her debts entirely—though she was left virtually penniless, save for a pittance in pension savings.
She was now working in Katwijk four days a week and in Maastricht for three. She was currently on her way to Maastricht with Raymond and Herman; in the back seat, she had time to reflect on her future. The Maastricht business was thriving, attracting many of the German Mistress’s former clients as well as new ones—many from Belgium and Germany.
Raymond had gotten involved and overseen improvements to the website, and the beauty of Diana and Denise certainly helped matters as well. Michaela’s schedule was filled with the German Mistress’s old slaves and the occasional new one; she maintained her own website as a Trans Mistress and was also listed on the main site, though not specifically identified as Trans there. Her own site also featured Parichat and Victoria as guest Mistresses.
She had interviews scheduled for the coming day with several German, Belgian, and Dutch Mistresses interested in part-time work; the fact that Michaela had many of the older slaves as clients was partly because the younger ladies no longer spoke German—a language Michaela had mastered thanks to her education and her marriage to Hannelore.
Upon arriving in Maastricht, Michaela immediately went through the list of applicants with Raymond and Denise; five women were expected in total: three Germans, one from Limburg, and a Belgian woman who spoke fluent French and Dutch, as well as a decent amount of German. Raymond was not permitted to attend the interviews, as the house was run by women—a setup that attracted a specific type of Mistress—and pimps or money-hungry husbands and boyfriends were unwelcome.
The first candidate was scheduled for 11:00 a.m., with one following every hour; the Belgian woman, Chantal, was a stunning young lady—a 25-year-old brunette—though she was relatively new to the profession. She possessed refinement and class, and if she also proved to be a capable Mistress, she could become a welcome addition to the team.
Chantal was dressed in jeans and a top that revealed no cleavage; she had brought her work attire along in a small case. Denise began by asking her a few questions while Michaela observed her. Michaela saw a mature young woman; her answers revealed that, while she was dominant by nature, she had never monetized this trait, and she believed she could make a strong start at this BDSM house.
Michaela shared this assessment. Denise asked Chantal to change into her work clothes; meanwhile, she conferred with Michaela, and together they decided to train her and subsequently feature her on their website. Chantal looked breathtaking in her leather miniskirt and leather top, which showed off a hint of cleavage.
They were less enthusiastic about her list of taboos, though they hoped that some flexibility would develop there after training. They spent the rest of the day working on the process, but all the ladies met the requirements by the end of the day; the Belgian woman—by far the most beautiful of the group—began her training with Michaela the very next day, alongside a few slightly older German slaves.
Among the other Mistresses, only a 39-year-old blonde German woman matched the level of strictness maintained by Michaela and the Mistresses she had trained; she, too, had no intention of engaging in “soft” SM—something Michaela appreciated. The ladies had all done their homework, filled out their questionnaires, and brought digital photos; they were ready to be added to the website immediately, and a photographer would later take additional shots of them in the dungeons.
With the number of Mistresses now on staff, scheduling became complex; Denise had asked Michaela whom she had in mind for the telephone and scheduling duties, while she herself had considered her uncle for the role. Michaela felt a female voice was needed on the phone—someone who could manage the schedule just as the Mistresses do from home—while Slave Jan could handle the rest of the bookings.
After two days of working with Chantal, it was time for an evaluation. Denise had assessed her remotely via the dungeon cameras and reached a negative verdict; Michaela, having worked alongside her, came to the same conclusion: she was stunning, but she was merely *playing* the part of a Mistress.Michaela conducted the final interview with Chantal.
“I have bad news for you; we don’t consider you suitable as a Mistress for our house.”
“But you didn’t say anything over the past two days that would have allowed me to improve,” Chantal countered disappointedly.
“That’s true,” Michaela replied. “I wanted to see your true nature, not just watch you follow my instructions. We saw potential in you—you’re beautiful and make for a striking image as a Mistress in leather—but I don’t see the cruel, sadistic Mistress within you.”
“We’re giving you one more chance. Over the last few days, you’ve handled paying slaves, and you have to stick to the agreements in those cases. I have a house slave for you now; you must deliver over a hundred lashes without a shred of mercy. I want to hear him scream and beg for mercy. Kick him, work him over with your spurs, spit in his slave-mouth—do whatever comes to mind. Do you want this chance, or will you accept the money you’ve earned over the past two days and part ways with us?”
“I want the chance,” she said resolutely. Michaela sent her to Denise, who would brief her on the slave. Chantal was in dire financial straits; she saw this profession as a solution to her problems and believed she was up to the task. She felt dominant and was aroused by the sight of men kneeling before a Mistress and being struck; this was her chance, and she threw herself into it wholeheartedly.
Alejandro was the unfortunate soul who would experience an unleashed Chantal; upon entering the dungeon, he saw a stunning blonde Mistress seated on a throne. She wore a micro-mini leather skirt paired with hold-up stockings—the tops of which extended well below the hem of her skirt—and she wore no panties, something she would never have done on her own but did at Michaela’s suggestion. Her firm breasts were held in a semi-open push-up bra, and her hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her black satin blouse. In short, Chantal looked breathtakingly sexy yet stern, a riding crop held loosely in her hand; she had spoken with Michaela before the session and received the very tips she wished she’d had sooner.
Chantal addressed Alejandro clearly and sternly; she issued her commands calmly and decisively, without rushing.
“Undress, slave, and kneel before me.” As he knelt naked before her, she ensured he could see her pussy beneath her short skirt, and she watched as he developed an erection.
Alejandro had been kept in the dark about what awaited him in the dungeon; he had been sent by Mistress Denise and had no choice but to obey that order. He had glimpsed this Mistress briefly in passing a few times before, but now he realized that this blonde goddess was about to administer his treatment—though he was unaware that Mistress Michaela and Mistress Denise were monitoring the session remotely via the dungeon’s camera and that it was being recorded.
Chantal’s Dutch accent resembled that of people from Maastricht—a sound pleasing to Alejandro’s ears. She spoke clearly and melodiously, yet her voice held a stern edge when she issued commands; all in all, he felt both aroused and apprehensive. He had just knelt before her when she stood up, requiring him to rise so she could fasten a collar around his neck; she stood before him in high-heeled boots, her legs slightly apart, giving him a full view of her shaved pussy—a sight that made his erection impossible to control.
“Did I give you permission for this, slave?” With her whip, she lashed his back and his hard cock; red welts marked his back, while his cock turned blue-black from the bruising, and Alejandro let out a cry of pain. This aroused Chantal; she reveled in his pain.
She held this incredibly handsome young Latino completely in her power; she had skillfully subdued his erection, yet she gave full rein to her own lust, pulling her leashed slave toward her by the chain and forcing him to lick her. After Chantal had climaxed, she returned to her throne and made Alejandro kneel before her; she kept the chain taut, forcing him to look her in the eye.
She spoke to him calmly but devastatingly: “Your licking is pathetic, and I am thoroughly displeased with it; I am going to punish you with 100 lashes.”
Alejandro was visibly startled; he had felt her climax and tasted her juices, yet she deemed his performance inadequate. Chantal stood up and drove him toward the cross with her whip; she calmly bound him to it, and then secured weights to his testicles and cock—heavy enough to make him groan softly.
She carried out the punishment using various whips, forcing him to count every stroke; after 45 lashes, she made him start counting from one again. Alejandro had never been punished so severely; Chantal was the first Mistress other than Denise to punish him. Every lash burned deep into the skin of his back, buttocks, and legs. After he had been forced to restart the count, he begged for mercy with tears in his eyes after just ten strokes.
She walked over, pulled his head back, and ordered him to open his mouth; when he didn’t do so quickly enough, she struck him across the mouth with her riding crop—a diagonal blow that split his lips and turned them blue, leaving a welt running from his chin to his cheekbone. The pain was excruciating. He quickly obeyed and opened his mouth; Chantal pulled his head back even further and spat into it.
This act of cruelty and humiliation aroused her intensely, immediately followed by a deep orgasm—it was the most pleasurable climax she had ever experienced. She untied her slave from the cross and tried to turn him around, but he fell to his knees and tearfully begged for mercy; Chantal then unleashed her full cruelty, kicking him in the sides and buttocks with the toes of her boots and inflicting damage on his thighs and back with her stiletto heels—her boots were fitted with spurs, and she used them to inflict such intense pain that he lost consciousness.
Herman entered the dungeon—the agreed-upon signal to end the session—and knelt before Chantal, expecting her to call a halt; instead, she ordered him to revive Alejandro and tie him to the cross facing forward. Herman was waiting for a signal from Michaela, his Mistress—an electric shock to his testicles would have meant stopping for good—but that signal never came. Chantal mercilessly flogged the poor slave strapped to the cross, focusing on the front of his body; Alejandro was forced to endure terrible suffering for the pleasure of this blonde Goddess, moaning and screaming in agony.
She only stopped after she had spontaneously climaxed for the last time, fluids running down between her legs. Before helping Alejandro down from the cross, Herman first tended to her—the Mistress, a new Mistress to him. Afterward, he helped Alejandro and escorted him to the slave quarters, where he and Jan tended to the slave’s needs.
Chantal went straight from the dungeon to the observation room, where Denise and Michaela were already waiting for her; the ladies had already decided that Chantal would be an asset, so the conversation was merely a formality. Chantal could start as a house Mistress the following week and was, of course, permitted to recruit her own clients.
After Jan and Herman had tended to Alejandro, Herman returned to Michaela’s room, where he had to perform oral sex on his Mistress in the old-fashioned way, receiving a fair number of lashes from the whip in the process. Jan had to get to work restoring the dungeon to order, as Denise had three paying clients lined up back-to-back, and he was required to assist with the sessions. The other two dungeons were occupied by Diana and Victoria; Diana had her brother Paul with her, while Victoria was with Johan and Hannelore’s former son-in-law.
After the meal, Victoria and Hannelore’s former son-in-law wanted to speak with Michaela, and immediately afterwards, Michaela had a conversation with Denise. All the Mistresses present dined at six o’clock sharp that evening; the food was delivered, as Denise had no staff to do the cooking.
She had two resident house slaves—Alejandro and her uncle Jan—who were both kept quite busy all day just keeping the dungeons, guest rooms, private quarters, and the rest of the house clean. Technical maintenance was also required from time to time, a task for which they had no dedicated staff; furthermore, Michaela and Denise preferred not to have an outside contracting firm working inside a busy BDSM house.
After the meal, Diana left for Leiden with her brother—who was also her slave—Paul at the wheel of her new car; the drive gave her a chance to prepare for the exams she was scheduled to take the following day.
In her room, Michaela had a long conversation with Victoria; Karl—the ex-boyfriend of Hannelore’s daughter—was kneeling beside her, while Johan and Herman handled the coffee before having to withdraw to the small kitchen. Things were not going well for Hannelore; she had voluntarily checked into a psychiatric clinic, and the practice in Paderborn was effectively bankrupt—the lease had been terminated and there was no income.
Fortunately, aside from the outstanding rent, there were no other debts. Johan was left without housing or income in Germany; Victoria had been putting him up in Hamburg for three weeks, but he had neither an income nor insurance. The costs and risks had become too much for her—in short, Victoria wanted him gone.
“I will take over responsibility for him from you, and cover your expenses for good,” Michaela said.
What had happened? Hannelore—or Helga—had suffered a complete mental and physical breakdown. Victoria had been there for her weekly visit as a guest Mistress; as a Trans Mistress, she had quite a few paying slaves in Paderborn. When she rang the doorbell, Harry—an older house slave—answered and immediately took her aside. Johan had been so severely mistreated by Mistress Helga following a minor mistake that he required hospitalization, which in turn led to a police visit to Helga’s practice. Under the influence of alcohol, Helga had verbally abused the officers so viciously that she was taken into custody to sober up; while in the cell, she was examined first by a general practitioner and later by a psychiatrist, who decided she needed to be admitted to a clinic.
The hospital had filed a report regarding the assault, but Johan hadn’t done so once he was patched up; Helga wasn’t even questioned—receiving only a fine for insulting the officers—though she remained detained in the facility for her own safety for the time being, with only her daughter having visited her.
Together with the psychiatrist, she had managed to convince Hannelore to stay in the clinic for a few weeks. Victoria asked the slave if the practice was still operational, as her first client was due in an hour; he said they could still work, but not for much longer, as the lease had been terminated and Johan was coming home tomorrow—or rather, he had to go pick him up. The police had questioned him about what happened to Johan, but given his age, they didn’t believe he was involved.
“How much longer does the lease run, slave?” she asked him.
“Five more days, Mistress,” he replied.Victoria knew something had to be done and called Karl; she had been training him for three weeks at Michaela’s request—he was a slave who was also a relative of Michaela Karl responded immediately to Mistress Victoria’s call and came right over for a consultation; Victoria had resolved to simply wrap up matters regarding her slaves and then refer them to her house in Hamburg or arrange to visit them at home—in any case, she was doing everything she could to retain the eight slaves she had there.
It was decided that Karl would consult Gisela about what to do with the property’s contents and that he would take Johan to his mother’s place the following day. Together with Harry, he gathered all the paperwork belonging to Hannelore and Johan, as well as their personal belongings. Karl was to review the documents and return in the evening to go over them with Victoria; Victoria needed two days to settle her affairs and planned to spend the night in the empty house with her chauffeur, while Harry went home that evening, intending to return the next morning.
Michaela listened to all this and was actually glad she hadn’t been the one called; Victoria and Karl had resolved the situation for the time being. She thanked Victoria for her help but didn’t deign to look at her slave, Karl.
“You’re welcome, but this slave played a significant part in solving the problems,” Victoria replied, pointing out Karl, who was sitting beside her.
“Why didn’t you inform me, slave?” Michaela asked her German slave.
“That was in consultation with Mistress Victoria; I thought you already had enough problems,” he replied, unsure if this would cost him dearly later.
“You were already having a hard enough time in Haarlem,” Victoria said; “it seemed like the best course of action to us.”
Karl handed Michaela all of Hannelore’s papers—which were in Dutch—as well as all the contracts regarding Johan and Henk, and even the divorce papers and settlement agreement; she now had everything in her possession.
“What happened to the contents of the dungeons and the rest of the house?” she asked Karl.
It turned out the house had been rented furnished, and he had stored the remaining belongings in his mother’s large barn; he had cleared out the house with the help of Johan, Harry, and Victoria’s slave, and had later taken Johan and Victoria’s slave to Hamburg.
Gisela, Hannelore’s daughter, wanted nothing to do with Helga’s practices but was concerned about her mother’s well-being. In the end, Hannelore was left with a substantial rent debt and no income of her own. Ultimately, the loss for Victoria amounted to four of her eight slaves; she hoped to earn enough in Maastricht to compensate for this.
Victoria had to get back to work; evening sessions usually began at 8 o’clock, and the dungeons were generally in use until 11 o’clock—sometimes later. Victoria had rented a dungeon until 11 o’clock, and Denise also had a few clients.
That same evening, Denise and Michaela discussed staffing for the practice; Michaela had Johan and Tineke available and asked Denise who had previously served as a house slave for that German Mistress, and whether they were available—after all, they had taken over all the slaves. They decided to look into this the following day.