At her request, Christiaan informed Michaela about the extortion by the police—specifically, several officers from the same station. Parichat had complained to the station supervisor, but to no avail.
“Don’t you have any politicians, military personnel, or police officers among your clients?” she asked him. “I’ll contact someone I know this evening to see if he can do anything.”
Christiaan said he would look into it; low-ranking police and military personnel couldn’t afford their prices, so they had no business dealings with them. They might have clients of higher rank, but it was difficult to identify them if they visited the establishment out of uniform. Christiaan agreed to compile a list of clients whose professions were unknown and investigate them further.
She also asked Christiaan why Tou had so many young “slaves”; he explained that this was a consequence of one of her side businesses. In her home village, she lent money at usurious interest rates—a practice so lucrative that Parichat had adopted it as well.
Sometimes, impoverished people offered a child as collateral; Tou usually chose a boy, though very occasionally a girl. Tou now owned numerous houses and rice paddies in and around the village. While this did nothing for her reputation, she didn’t care; her choice of clothing and behavior had already made her a social pariah, yet her family was now the wealthiest in the village.
Once Christiaan had left, Michaela called an acquaintance of hers—an old police colonel—and ordered him to come at three o’clock that afternoon. With Herman’s help, she changed her clothes; Michaela kept a large wardrobe of both work attire and casual wear at the villa, which made traveling back and forth much easier.
At one o’clock, she had an appointment with a seventy-year-old Englishman—a true pain-slave who spent most of his time on golf courses in Thailand but visited the villa regularly. He preferred seeing Michaela, though Tou had treated him as well. The doorbell rang; Herman answered it and informed his Mistress that the client had arrived. He was instructed to show the man in and seat him in the lounge.
“Tell him I’ll come down when it suits me,” she told Herman.
Michaela always scheduled an hour-long appointment with Sean; they would start by chatting, as he came not only for the pain but also for conversation. For his appointments, she always dressed as a stern governess: a long pleated skirt, a high-necked blouse, and pumps—all in black—complete with a small hat and veil. For the occasion, she also used a cigarette holder. In truth, she did this for her own satisfaction, as she had occasionally worn a micro-mini skirt without it seeming to matter much to him.
She had never seen him get an erection; he would merely groan a little, never begged for mercy, and had never revealed exactly what turned him on. All she knew was that he was a pain-slave who kept coming back, so it was presumably working for him. He had once remarked that she was a distinguished Mistress.
The man was also unaware of the surprise Michaela was concealing beneath her skirt—though she had other slaves of this type as well. The variety kept the work appealing for her, too; after the conversation about golf, Europe, and politics, she set to work on him.
Over the course of forty minutes, she mercilessly lashed the old man’s entire body—working over the front as well—with her whips, canes, and carpet beaters, sparing only the areas of his body left exposed by his clothing. He was not blindfolded and watched her throughout the session; he could not see her massive erection because her skirt flared out widely. After the flogging, she subjected him to electro-stimulation—applying current to his nipples, cock, and balls, and even inserting a probe into his urethra to deliver a shock.
The old man was bound with his hands raised and cuffed to a hook, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes. With every electric shock, his entire body writhed like a corkscrew; she inflicted such intense pain that he eventually passed out completely, left hanging by his cuffs with his knees buckled.
By that point, Michaela was so aroused that she let a young Thai male slave perform oral sex on her beneath her skirt, making sure Sean didn’t notice. Within five minutes, she made the boy cum down his own throat. The boy and Herman had to untie the slave and revive him; if they weren’t quick enough, she would kick the boy in the side and the groin. Later, once he had recovered a bit, she saw Sean back in the lounge, where he made the payment, thanked her, and said goodbye.
He always paid in dollars—and sometimes Euros—leading her to suspect that this retiree was still active in business, or perhaps played golf for money. As always, a taxi came to pick him up.
Meanwhile, Martin stood in his cage watching Mistress Tou’s session; the only pain he felt came from the chastity cage whenever he had an erection. Between the hood, the gag, and the cage he was standing in, he had the strange sensation of perceiving everything happening in the dungeon while feeling as though he wasn’t truly there. The Thai Mistress was a beauty with long black hair, red lips, and heavy eye makeup; Martin could see the fear in the eyes of the Thai man kneeling before her. She spat into the man’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
The young girl who had fitted the cage onto his cock earlier was also present. She looked incredibly arousing, dressed in a short schoolgirl skirt and a blouse unbuttoned low enough to reveal her small breasts in a leather bra; she wore black patent-leather pumps with straps and block heels. He now estimated her to be a bit older than he had initially thought.
The girl assisted the Mistress in strapping the slave to the cross; the man didn’t have a particularly large penis, but it remained fully erect throughout the session, and he wasn’t beaten hard—receiving only a few corrective taps. The session involved nipple torture using needles that were also pierced through his penis and testicles, along with heavy weights attached to his nipples and testicles; the slave screamed out in pain. After an extensive and excruciating electro-stimulation session, he was made to lie flat on his back, and both ladies urinated all over his body and into his mouth.
Afterward, the girl jerked the slave off until he climaxed; Martin watched the semen spray out and land in globs on his stomach. For the first time, Martin saw both ladies’ shaved cunts; a young Thai slave boy had to clean the man up. The young slave was completely naked, and as he walked past—leading the other slave by a collar toward the shower—Martin noticed the boy had a small, semi-erect cock.
Michaela received the colonel in her lounge; he knelt before her, kissed her high heels, and, at her command, sat down opposite her. Michaela briefly explained the problem regarding police extortion and asked if he could help resolve it. He promised to try, though his influence was naturally not what it used to be. He took his leave with a bow and was escorted to his car by Herman; his chauffeur had been waiting for him in the shade of some trees.
Martin was left alone in the dungeon with the two ladies; Tou spoke to her assistant in Thai and went upstairs, while the girl came to free him and led him back to his room by his collar. Inside his room, a folder and a work uniform—consisting of trousers and a shirt—lay on the bed, with a pair of flip-flops underneath. The girl spoke decent English; she told him to get changed and pointed out the flip-flops, then handed him the folder and told him to study its contents.
Afterward, he had to wait to be collected—though he was free to come and go as he pleased; another European was staying in the small building where his room was located and saw him being brought back on his collar. The man had been smoking a cigarette on the veranda but knelt before the girl walking past with Martin; she ignored him completely.
Martin changed his clothes and also went out to the veranda to smoke a cigarette; the man—a German, as it turned out—was still there. Martin naturally had quite a few questions; it was clear that he needed permission from a Mistress to speak to her, so such a conversation wouldn’t be straightforward. Fortunately, the German was curious and also keen for a chat; that was how Martin learned that Otto was a slave to Mistress Wannapah and was currently in Thailand as her slave for the second time—a three-week stint.
Otto was quite knowledgeable; he told Martin that the girl who had brought him back was named Tik and held the status of Mistress, though she was actually still in training and mostly functioned as an assistant to Mistress Tou. Otto asked him whether Tou was his Mistress, or if it was the Mistress he had arrived with.
“I’ve recently become a slave to Mistress Michaela,” he said—actually with a sense of pride; he was surprised himself to feel that way—adding that he would be trained by Mistress Tou the following week. Otto started to say something but quickly dropped to his knees before a somewhat older Thai lady; she wasn’t really dressed like a Mistress, but rather like a schoolteacher. She was accompanied by a slave who held a parasol over her.
This Mistress was very tall by Thai standards; she was dressed entirely in white—wearing, despite the heat, a long white pleated satin skirt, a high-necked blouse, and short white high-heeled boots, along with white nylon stockings. Martin, who was also kneeling, fantasized that she was wearing garter straps. She had Otto kiss her boots at length and addressed him in German; she spoke quite sternly, telling Otto he had to report to the kitchen immediately and take Martin with him.
Afterward, she ordered Martin to worship her feet; after five minutes, she tapped Martin with her riding crop and said in German, “Go with him,” pointing at Otto. She turned and walked with her slave toward the main building, the villa. Martin noticed that all the slaves wore the same type of outfit, just in different colors. He asked Otto about this: blue was for Mistress Michaela, gray for Mistress Parichat, green for Mistress Tou, beige for his own Mistress, and brown for all the other slaves.
Martin was wearing a brown outfit because he hadn’t been assigned yet. They walked to the kitchen together, where he met Herman again; Herman was now wearing the same type of outfit as him. Herman had seen them walking across the grass; he took Martin aside and told him to walk only on the mown grass and to be careful when it rained, as there were quite a few venomous snakes in Thailand. Herman took him to Mistress Michaela’s quarters and told him she was expecting him. Herman knocked; they heard a voice say, “Come in.”
He opened the door and let Martin enter. After kneeling, he returned to the kitchen to oversee dinner preparations; the meals for Martin and Otto also came from this kitchen. Martin crawled toward the large wicker chair and remained kneeling deeply before her; Michaela then allowed him to sit on a small stool. Michaela told him the cost of two sessions with her and a week’s stay at the villa, including training from Mistress Tou. It was a substantial sum in total; he could choose to leave the villa—in which case he would have to pay for the sessions and a taxi would be called for him.
If he decided to stay, he would have the opportunity to choose again after a week; naturally, he could leave whenever he wanted, but he would forfeit the cost of the week. Martin had divorced six months earlier; while he had lost a great deal financially, he still had enough left. Emotionally, the divorce had taken its toll—his wife had left him for a much younger man—and over time he had sought adventure, hoping to find it here in Thailand.
This certainly was an adventure—albeit different from what he had expected—but since there was little risk of harm, he decided to stay. Herman would collect the cash from him that evening; she knew from Herman that he was carrying the amount in Euros. As he left the room, he encountered the Lady in White outside; he knelt before her.
“Lowly slave,” she said, striking him on the head with her whip. He lay with his head against the stone floor, feeling her boot pressing into his neck; she twisted her heel into his neck before walking on, knocking on Michaela’s door and entering. Martin felt the pain in his head; his neck felt raw, as if scraped. He realized that being near a Mistress could be quite painful, and he resolved to avoid the villa as much as possible that week.
He returned to his room via the kitchen to get the money ready for Herman. Herman arrived shortly after, took the money, and said, “You’ll be woken at 5:30 tomorrow and must be ready on the veranda by 6:30. You’ll have breakfast in your room; your dinner will be brought to you later, and you can eat it in your room or in the common area. Leave your plates and such on the counter in the common area.”
“See you next week,” he said, and returned to the villa. At dinner, everyone with a stake in the practice—and, by extension, the production company Günther supported in Thailand and Cambodia—was present. In reality, they needed Günther only for his Japanese contacts and because he provided the director, who was truly indispensable for the time being. Tou proposed a distribution scheme for the slaves: she wanted to take 50% onto her own account and charge the rest to the practice, while gradually reducing her number of slaves to ten. This entitled the other Ladies to also charge five slaves to the practice’s account; the cost per slave was minimal, otherwise it wouldn’t have resulted in any savings.
Furthermore, she will raise the police issue with her politician, while Christiaan and Wannapah will update the slavery case files with relevant information—using private investigators if necessary. After dinner and the presentation of her gifts, Michaela said her goodbyes and returned to her hotel.
The next morning, after breakfast, Michaela and Herman checked out and set off by limousine for Chon Buri, where they switched to a car that was—on the outside, at least—somewhat less luxurious (though the interior was just as lavish as the limousine’s); the drive to their destination in Cambodia took six hours in total. Upon arrival, she was welcomed by Günther, who escorted her to her room and handed her the scripts—a rather ridiculous procedure, given that she had written most of them herself.
Michaela instructed Herman to run a bath for her while she reviewed the scripts, looking over the general storyline and the specific scenes in which she would appear. She was scheduled to shoot two films and make a guest appearance in a third over the course of seven days. After a quick bath—during which Herman helped her into her tracksuit—she settled back into her armchair to continue reading the first manuscript. A knock at the door interrupted her; at a signal from Michaela, Herman opened it, and Diana immediately swept past him toward Michaela.
Michaela had no time to stand up, as Diana was already throwing her arms around her neck and enthusiastically greeting her former mentor; the two hadn’t seen each other in over a year. Diana and her stepmother, Madelon, had remained loyal to Michaela throughout their rise to success; Diana had made it big in Asia, while her stepmother owned a lovely house in Katwijk and a large stable of slaves that was also proving quite profitable. The two women were unaware that they would both be at this location this week; Günther, too, did not know they were acquainted.
Diana lived in Japan for nine months of the year with her brother Paul and her slave Ruud—formerly a shelf-stocker—where she worked alongside Reina, an old friend of Michaela’s. Michaela and Diana exchanged news and told each other about their professional activities. Michaela found it remarkable that Diana had kept her brother Paul as her permanent slave for six years; she had previously swapped him for another slave, Ruud—a decision driven by Paul’s own wishes and her own feeling that having one’s own brother as a slave was somehow inappropriate.
After a year, Paul returned, threw himself at her feet, and begged for mercy, asking if she would take him back as her slave. Fortunately, this took place in her practice room in Katwijk rather than on the street in the middle of Leiden.
“If I accept you back, it will be as a total slave for the rest of your life; now go to your mother and offer her your services as well—if I come downstairs and make you kneel, your fate will be sealed,” she said to him with a smile as he licked her boots.
When she came downstairs, she saw Paul sitting in silence opposite his stepmother, while their father, Peter, knelt before her holding a tray; she realized there was more going on than just Paul’s return. When Paul had ceased to be her slave, she had also stopped dominating her father—feeling, just as she had with Paul, that her father could not be her slave. However, she did not treat him like a father afterward, either, but rather like a servant.
For Michaela, the fact that Paul was there with Diana meant he had become her total slave—something she told Diana—but there was more: Madelon would only accept her stepson as a slave if Diana also took her own father on as a slave.
Diana then had her brother kneel before her and told him he had to go with Mistress Madelon, while she took Peter—her father—up to the attic. When Michaela asked how things were going, Diana replied, “I’m very happy this way.” After saying this, she stood up; she had to change, as rehearsals and filming were scheduled for forty-five minutes later.
Michaela had a shoot at 11 p.m. and tried to get some more sleep after Diana left; fortunately, the old French villa had air conditioning in the rooms. She was woken by her slave at 10 o’clock; she quickly freshened up, put her tracksuit back on, and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. Herman escorted her to the wardrobe and makeup area, which was bustling with activity. Günther introduced her to her dressers and makeup artist; the women were highly professional and didn’t bat an eye at the fact that Michaela had a penis. Afterward, she went straight to the recording studio.
The film’s plot centered on her role as a contract killer for a Chinese triad in Hong Kong; the gang leader was a sadist who insisted that punishments—and executions—be exceptionally cruel. In the story, only the boss knew the blonde assassin was a she male, though her henchman knew as well, as he was frequently punished and roughly abused by her.
Some of the victims only discovered she was a she male moments before their deaths. All the gang members feared her; she had executed several of their associates right in front of them, always wearing the same outfit. Two cameras were used for the shoot. The key gang members were seated at a long table with the boss at the head; the actors lacked experience with this type of scene, so several takes were required. It was crucial that, upon Michaela’s entrance, the gang members would recognize her executioner’s attire, causing fear to show in their eyes and making them visibly uneasy. When she entered, dressed entirely in black—wearing a leather skirt with a slit, black ankle boots, a low-cut silk blouse, and holding a small whip—everyone was deeply impressed; it filmed beautifully.
Some of the genuine slaves showed a hint of fear in their eyes, so, all in all, the shoot proceeded quite quickly. The execution was carried out using a garrote on a subordinate, who had stolen of the triad; who was subsequently brought in for punishment—which she operated with agonizing slowness; a curtain behind the boss parted to reveal the execution chair on a raised platform. The man was strapped to the armrests, though his legs were left free for cinematic effect. Michaela placed the garrote around his neck and, at a signal from the boss, began to tighten it slowly; the man begged for his life in Chinese—his scripted lines, of course—and wet his pants in terror (she used a small tube inside his trousers to wet him). The garrote was lined with spikes on the inside, so tightening it caused increasingly intense pain in reality; the thrashing of his body, caused by the cold water and mounting agony, was amplified by the fact that his legs had considerable freedom of movement. The poor man’s screams were genuine and grew ever louder, deeply affecting those present.
The execution scene lasted twenty minutes until the man “died” in the film; he had, of course, passed out from the pain and the lack of air. The director, knowing the action would arouse Michaela, wanted to film a blowjob scene immediately behind the now-closed curtain; Michaela had her Chinese assistant perform oral sex on her, with the “executed” man lying in the background.
For the film, ejaculation always had to take place outside the body, so Michaela ejaculated onto her assistant’s face; this was later exaggerated using artificial semen. After a break to freshen up, she filmed a scene in which the boss ordered her to execute the thief’s wife as an example—after first torturing her for information and raping her.
All the scenes involving conversations with the boss were filmed back-to-back, though this did require some costume changes, rearranging furniture, and so on. That evening, she also filmed a scene involving the punishment of a gang member; she had to administer 400 lashes as the penalty.
The man was unfit for further work for the rest of the week, yet he was paid only for that specific scene; he needed the remainder of the week to recover before he could return home. Michaela didn’t know what the man was being paid for this scene, nor did she care; she was alone with him in a sort of dungeon. Her assistant wasn’t involved in this scene, which was filmed using a small camera operated by an assistant cameraman, along with a sound technician and a few helpers—though there were also some fixed cameras running continuously.
The shoot lasted four hours in total, including breaks. The whip lashes were real and hard—this wasn’t a fake take; the sound was essential—the poor man’s screams and the sound of the whip. The breaks were necessary to check the victim’s condition; Michaela was wearing an ultra-short pleated skirt, over-the-knee boots, and a black leather corset that left her breasts bare—her nipples large and hard.
After the third and final break, she fucked his battered mouth while he knelt before her, suspended by his arms and hands; when she climaxed, she ejaculated over his cracked lips and the welts on his lips and cheeks. Afterward, she hoisted him back up and secured him to the cross; the poor man then received the final lashes from her.
The man died on the cross (in the film, at least); Michaela left him hanging, then exited the dungeon and returned to her room, where Herman was waiting for her. During the filming, as the punished man screamed in agony, she noticed that a few of the professionals present were getting a massive erection from what they saw and heard. Michaela took a quick shower and went straight to bed, reflecting on the fact that with five mistresses making films of this kind, the slaves had already endured a great deal of pain—and they had only been at it for half a day.
Michaela’s whipping session was gold to Günther; he could put the footage to good use in other films as well. In her own shoot, Diana had already executed five prisoners by making them stand on a chair with a noose around their necks and then kicking the chair away; nothing excited her fans more than seeing her—a sadistic female prison guard in a short skirt—acting so ruthlessly.
Her brother Paul also had a few roles in the films; he was popular in Japan for his looks and his big cock. Just the other night, he had played a role in a film with a Japanese Mistress—a Mistress who also had a dick. When erect, her dick was two to three times smaller than Paul’s, though in the film Paul was the slave and she was the Mistress; they had worked together in Japan before, and Paul loved the taste of her cum.
Midweek, Günther ran into trouble; the films required outdoor footage—such as limousine and taxi rides, as well as airport departures and arrivals. Filming for the Japanese Mistress and Diana had already been completed in Japan, and they had submitted their footage. Footage of the Chinese and Korean women had been shot upon their arrival in Cambodia and during the journey to the villa; the Chinese woman had also submitted her material, but essential footage was missing for the Korean woman—who had now fallen ill.
Michaela and Diana stepped in to help, sacrificing their scarce free time to organize the Korean woman’s material; with great effort, they might be able to deliver one film by shooting some additional scenes with a stand-in. By reworking the script and utilizing previously rejected footage, they could maintain the original runtime, though quality remained a concern; Günther asked Michaela to resolve this for him.
As for the second film—a dungeon-themed production—very little footage had been shot, so it could not be completed as planned or with a different Mistress. Günther asked the Japanese clients for their preference and received an answer within the hour: the Japanese wanted Diana.
Günther immediately informed them that, due to her status in Asia, Diana’s fee was three times higher than the Korean woman’s. The Japanese were aware of this and authorized him to add another $5,000 to the budget. The Korean woman had been taken to a private clinic with food poisoning, while her personal slave had to remain at the villa; Michaela had assigned Herman the role of the Korean woman’s boyfriend—a task made possible only because the Korean woman spoke reasonably good English; otherwise, filming would have had to stop. Herman also regularly updated Michaela; fortunately, she was already doing a bit better, and the following evening she was able to go home, though she was still quite weak.
Filming was extended by a day, involving only Diana, Michaela, and the Korean woman, who was able to do some more shooting. Michaela directed Diana in the Korean woman’s dungeon film while simultaneously shooting footage for Diana’s own dungeon film; getting the scenes right took a great deal of time for Michaela and the director, as the sets had to be frequently reconfigured to prevent the two films from looking too similar—a task that fell to Günther, Paul, and Ruud. Günther wasn’t much help, though—he wasn’t particularly handy—but fortunately, there was no shortage of slaves.
All this activity took Michaëla to the slave quarters; she was looking for unblemished slaves, as the Chinese Mistress had used a few too many, and those she had used couldn’t be reused in the short term. She was making these films for the same fee as the Korean woman, though that would change drastically once the films were released.
Slaves who were no longer being used stayed in a separate barracks to recover and get back in shape for their journey home. Michaela visited both barracks, as even a tortured slave could still be filmed. She needed twelve slaves for the dungeon film featuring Diana and the Korean woman; she was four short, so she made a list for Günther and left it to him to approach those individuals for a role that would become the most painful experience of their lives.
That Saturday, Michaela also shot her final scene: the execution of the thief’s wife. Playing a Hong Kong hit woman, Michaela was dressed as a sophisticated lady in a suit featuring a loose-fitting pleated skirt that fell just above the knee—an outfit entirely in grey. She drove with her assistant to the woman’s house; she waited in the car until the assistant rang the doorbell, and when the door opened, she stepped out too.
An old man opened the door and had a pistol pressed against his head; forced to walk ahead of them into the living room, he led them to where they found the wife and an older lady—who later turned out to be her mother. This older lady, along with the old man, was handcuffed and gagged. Next began the interrogation of the wife, who was now kneeling before the murderess; the assistant translated the questions and relayed the young woman’s answers.
Michaela stood up, hiked up her skirt slightly with her right hand, and drew the pistol holstered to her leg—a cameraman lay on the floor to capture the shot—then walked over to the old man and shot him in the forehead; he fell sideways to the ground amidst a pool of stage blood. She returned to the young woman and, through her assistant, ordered her to undress; for dramatic effect, the young woman was wearing sexy lingerie—garters and a strapless push-up bra—beneath her outer clothes.
She ordered her assistant to execute the older lady upon her signal. The young woman then began speaking to Michaela in English, offering to reveal everything she knew—and she did just that. Michaela took a garrote from her handbag and placed it around the young woman’s neck; the woman was made to bend forward over a chair, whereupon Michaela took her roughly from behind. The young woman screamed out, while the older lady—who was, in fact, her real mother—looked on in horror.
She hadn’t been told about this scene with her daughter; Michaela enjoyed this part of the scene—the young Chinese woman had a tight pussy that quickly became soaking wet, though it was annoying that a cameraman on a wheeled platform was occasionally rolled between her legs to film the action. During the relentless fucking, Michaela pulled the cord tighter and tighter; just before the young woman died; she felt her killer climax and watched as her mother was shot in the head.
Michaela knew this had turned out to be a great film! Filming wasn’t exactly a highlight for Michaela; she did it for the money. The presence of the entire crew during the shoots spoiled the pleasure she usually derived from being a Mistress. She also didn’t particularly care for interacting with porn actors and crews.
During the filming of the “Diana’s Dungeon” movies—a working title for the special films they had actually traveled to Cambodia to make—Michaela assisted the German director (the project was originally intended for a Korean director). Her assistance was necessary to keep things organized, as the shoots involved castrations and realistic-looking executions, requiring numerous special props, extensive makeup, and the like.
They all used different screen names for these films; as such acts could potentially harm their careers as commercial Mistresses. Diana wore black and red wigs for these roles; sometimes, the beaten slave would simply remain on set while she changed her outfit and wig to film another scene with the same person—Günther had managed to find only one slave for these shoots, leaving them three short of the ideal number.
The film for the Chinese client featured a beheading; this was difficult to film realistically, requiring considerable time and extensive editing, yet there was a target audience for these films as well. The remainder of Saturday was spent cleaning up; all the slaves were put to work on this task, after which they were paid and transported by van across the border into Thailand, while Parichat’s team collected the equipment, props, and set pieces.
All the Mistresses and their staff had left the villa first and were already in Bangkok while work was still ongoing at the villa. Günther and his director spent another two months in Bangkok working on the ten films; however, whenever a film was finished, Günther would hand it over to the Japanese, as he needed cash to pay his staff—he couldn’t keep them waiting too long.
Although Michaela never fully trusted him, there was no need for concern regarding finances; he was always above board and adhered strictly to their agreements. With the money she had earned, Diana was able to buy an apartment in Tokyo, while Michaela could continue paying off her creditors. Upon returning to Thailand, Michaela and Diana were dropped off at the villa; Diana was scheduled to fly back to Japan with Paul and Ruud two days later.
Michaela had slept through the entire car ride back; afterwards, she showered and ate in her room. She instructed Herman to find out exactly what had happened with Martin, knowing he was still at the villa.
Diana had ordered Paul and Ruud to settle into their quarters, shower, and then report to her suite. She spent the rest of the evening being massaged and licked by her two slaves; she also had Paul fuck her in the presence of Ruud, who—much to his envy—did not share that privilege. Naturally, she used her riding crop to spur her slaves on.
Herman left Martin alone at Michaela’s door after knocking;
“Come in,” Michaela said.
Martin entered and knelt very low before his Mistress.
“Undress, slave.” Martin stripped completely naked, realizing then that his notion of having “time to think” had been nothing more than a fixation; he was simply this Mistress’s bondservant, just like Herman.
Michaela had initially intended to ask him the question—potentially allowing him to claim some time to reconsider—but his submissive behavior, a result of the training and its impact on him, led her to declare that he was now her slave and would begin training to become a “total slave.”
Martin was required to serve her for the rest of the evening and throughout the night.
Two years later, Michaela spoke to Günther one last time in Bangkok; she was there to sell her share of the villa to her former Thai partners, while he was working as an advisor for Parichat’s company, having married a Thai woman and settled in a Bangkok suburb. He had retired after the operation in Cambodia, as the risks—financial and otherwise—was mounting and he was becoming less essential to the operation.
In effect, Michaela traded her share for a modest villa in Hua Hin, a coastal town further south in Thailand. Parichat still ran her film company—producing both SM and pornographic films—operations largely managed through Wannapah, who also owned a large brothel in Bangkok; Tik had taken over Michaela’s suite and clientele.
Parichat and Tou had needed Günther for his connections, but Christiaan was a quick learner, so his role there also came to an end before long.