Chantal stood with Jan, Denise’s uncle, in front of a luxury apartment complex in Eindhoven; this is where Alejandro was supposedly in hiding after his escape from Maastricht. His adoptive parents lived here; these parents had been very happy with his adoption. After years of waiting, they had finally become eligible, though it had remained their only adoption.
They had raised him as well as possible and with love; as an only child, he had lacked nothing. At a certain point, he informed his parents that he had met a lady; she was from Colombia, just like him. A few months later, Denise had visited the parents of her slave, and during that visit, Denise had informed them that their son was in her service. Alejandro had repeatedly called her “Madam” that evening and had asked his parents beforehand to be respectful as well and to call her “Madam.”
Denise was dressed entirely in leather that evening, boots and a pleated skirt suit; his father was very impressed by Denise, his mother was very shy and behaved very submissively towards Denise, while at the same time worrying about her son.
After that evening, they hadn’t seen their son again, only spoken on the phone, and a few days ago he suddenly appeared on the doorstep again and asked if he could stay for a while. His room was still exactly as it had been the last time he had slept in it, and his parents were happy to see him again and pestered him about what was going on, but he didn’t want to talk about it.
Chantal rang the doorbell, and a woman’s voice spoke to her over the intercom.
“Good evening,” said the voice, “Good evening ma’am, my name is Chantal and I have come for Alejandro, is he home?” The mother said yes and pushed the door open.
“Please come upstairs, ma’am.” She turned around and walked to the living room to tell her son that he was expecting a visit from a certain Chantal. Alejandro was visibly startled but didn’t dare say anything. The doorbell rang, and his mother turned to open the door; Alejandro followed her immediately. Chantal and Jan entered; she looked breathtaking again, her blonde hair styled in bangs, neatly dressed in a dark blue suit with a pleated skirt reaching just above her knee. She wore blue pumps with a small block heel; in her hand she held a short riding whip. She looked like an English boarding school teacher.
“Please come in, Madam.” Behind her, her son knelt before this stern Lady. Chantal walked inside and sat down in the armchair the mother pointed out to her:
“Would you like coffee, Madam?” “Yes, please,” said Chantal.
“And I would like to speak to your son privately in his own room.” Alejandro led the Lady to his room and closed the door behind her.
Chantal took her place in the only chair in the room and had him kneel before her and undress, completely naked. Alejandro was aware that he was lost and that his parents could not protect him; this Mistress had come to punish him in his parents’ house and then take him back to Mistress Denise, who would likely impose the punishment awaiting him after running away.
His back was still battered from the punishment she had given him, but that did not stop her from giving him a few hard lashes on his buttocks; he groaned out loud, Chantal became somewhat damp between her legs, his mother knocked on the door, his father opened the door and let his wife in with the tray; both saw their son on his hands and feet before the standing Lady with the whip in her hand, they saw his battered body covered in welts and bruises.
The mother placed the tray down on the desk and asked her son what was going on, “Mom, this is my life, this Lady is a Mistress who has come to punish me and take me away.” Chantal sat down, drank her coffee, and ordered the father to close the door.
His father obeyed immediately, partly because Jan was standing next to him; his wife remained bewildered with her son on his knees and the beautiful Mistress calmly drinking coffee.
“You have your son’s best interests at heart, I assume,” said Chantal with her sweet Flemish accent.
“Yes, of course,” she replied.
“Then kneel before me now for the sake of your son,” Chantal ordered her. The woman knelt before her, weeping, and saw that her son had something glistening around his penis and scrotum.
Chantal punished the slave even further and let him lick her to an orgasm, all this in the presence of his mother and her father in the hallway behind the closed door. After this, she ordered Alejandro to get dressed and pack his things away. to pack.
After this, Chantal left the apartment together with Jan and Alejandro, leaving both parents on their knees. After they had locked Alejandro in the trunk, handcuffed, they drove quickly back to Maastricht. Alex’s father and mother remained behind in the expensive apartment, shocked. The father asked his wife if he should call the police, to which she replied tearfully, “But he wanted it all himself and we must cooperate with those people in Alex’s interest,” because that is what she called him; Alejandro was the name Denise had given him.
The phone rang and Bert, Alex’s father, answered. He gave his name and was told: “This is Mistress Denise. You remember me, don’t you? Your son is now on his way to me to serve me as a submissive and obedient slave. He is in good hands and it is his own free choice. He will call you tomorrow.” He hung up and said to his wife that it was that Denise, and she told me that he is in good hands and that he will call us tomorrow.