Daniel’s Cruel German Mistress

by Regina von Strikt

  His amused laughter upset me a little.

  Well, Daniel, Michelle has always been resolute. I can only advise you to take it like a man. But I think it's worth it. Once she has chosen someone, she is very sensual.

  “You seem to know her pretty well. Why aren't you guys dating? It’s not like you’re shy or anything.

  Michelle is definitely tempting, but she is pretty dominant, and I prefer to have my own way. Especially in bed. We don’t fit. You're a much better match for her. That's why I introduced you to each other.

  On Monday morning, I called my office to call in sick. Then I bought several bamboo canes at the DIY store. Apparently, they were meant to help house plants grow straight. At the checkout, I had the distinct feeling the woman knew exactly what I was buying them for, though. Face red with embarrassment, I left the hardware store and rushed home. Experimentally, I swished them around. The way they hissed through the air gave me quite a fright. Suddenly, I doubted my decision to let Michelle spank me with this. Is that what I really wanted to put up with? My goodness, I wasn't a little boy after all. I was a grown man.

  But it seemed that was the only way to mollify Michelle. After all these lonely years, I had almost given up on finding a girlfriend. And Michelle was not any girlfriend, she was the woman of my dreams. I also kind of had to admit that while the idea of being punished like this scared me, it was also exciting. As perverse as that might be. I called up a couple of websites, looking for pictures of dommes and tortured men. My physical response was obvious.

  I quickly switched off the computer; after all, I didn’t want to break down just before Michelle's visit. So, I took a cold shower and distracted myself playing with numbers. Then I sat there in my new clothes and waited anxiously for her to arrive. Like a little boy who had done something wrong and was waiting for his strict mother to come home. I was ashamed of myself when I realized this. But there was also this strange sense of excitement again. Michelle hadn’t said exactly when she would arrive. So, I paced my apartment, restlessly glancing at the clock. Where would she punish me? Probably in the living room. Would I have to bend over the table? Nervously, I found myself imagining exactly how the punishment would go down. But maybe she'd just hit me lightly. It would be symbolic, so to speak. Maybe it was just a kind of foreplay? I clung to this hope and felt my cock stirring to life. Then the bell rang.

  When I opened the door, she stood there, smiling widely. Sneakers, tight jeans and that top with the exciting lacing over her breasts again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, intimate kiss, tongues and all. In the living room, she took a seat in my favorite chair and lit a cigarette. I quickly brought her an ashtray. It was a balmy summer evening and I opened the patio door. She smiled and smoked calmly. I ended up bringing her a glass of water because I was too nervous to sit still.

  "You got the canes?"

  "Yes, Michelle. But don’t you think we can just forget all about it?”

  "You want to back out? Because then I can just go..."

  She did indeed make an effort to rise from the chair. But I quickly held my hands up in surrender.

  "No, no, no, if you think it's really necessary, then..."

  "We've already sorted that out, Daniel. So where are my canes?"

  I fetched the bamboo sticks and gave them to her. Almost tenderly she stroked her fingers over them. Then she got up and, just as I had before, she experimentally swished them through the air. One after the other. The noise made me shiver. She finally seemed to decide on a bamboo cane that was a little thinner than a finger and a bit over twenty inches in length.

  "I think this will do well for our purposes. What do you think, Daniel?"

  "Yes. I think that one is going to sting pretty bad."

  She smirked; there was definitely a mean streak in her eyes, as she probably noticed that I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about the prospect.

  "Come on Daniel, let's get it over with. Get undressed."

  This time it was easier for me to expose myself in front of her. Even if the occasion was rather unpleasant. She watched me, looking pleased. Just as I was standing naked and very nervous in front of her, her smartphone rang. She retrieved it from the fancy handbag she had left on the table and took the call.

  "Hello? Oh, hi Babette. It’s nice to hear from you."

  "No, you're not bothering me at all."

  "I'm with my new boyfriend right now."

  Even though I can’t deny that I was annoyed at her for just chatting away on the phone, the way she called me her new boyfriend definitely made up for it.

  "Yes, that's the one. The one with the little impulse-control problem."

  My jaw dropped. Michelle actually seemed to be talking to her girlfriend about our most intimate matters. Well, at least this friend didn't know me. But still, I was pretty humiliated.

  "You know how much I hate it when men can't control themselves."

  "No, don't worry. I'm sure I can help him get a handle on it. Actually, I was just about to punish him with a good old caning."

  "Thank you, my dear. You go have fun, too. See you later."

  She put her phone down and looked at me.

  "Babette is a very good friend. We have no secrets from each other, you know?"

  "Yeah. That’s the impression I got," I said somewhat bitterly.

  She came over and tenderly fondled my testicles.

  "Oh, stop pouting. Women talk about their relationships. Babette won't tell anyone."

  Her tender touch was melting away my resentment. I was putty in her hand. Of course, my cock was standing to attention again. She drew away from me and took a wooden hairbrush out of her handbag. Smiling, she smacked the back of the brush against her palm. The sound was quite intimidating.

  "I'm gonna warm your ass up with this. And then we’ll get to the real thing."

  She sat down in the armchair and tapped her thigh.

  "Come on, Daniel. Lie across my lap."

  I hesitated. But really, to back out now would be more humiliating than anything else. So, I carefully lowered myself over her thighs and the armrests of the chair. I reached down to the floor, supporting my weight, while my legs stuck out in midair. Michelle placed me in such a way that my still semi-rigid cock was trapped between her thighs. Then she began to gently brush her hand over my ass. Her touch aroused me. I was actually getting worried that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from cumming.

  Trapped between her thighs, my cock was now painfully hard. I even wished she'd finally start hitting me, just so my arousal would subside. And so she did. Forcefully, she smacked my ass with the hair brush. The pain was surprisingly bearable. The actual torment came from the humiliation. Apart from a few schoolyard scraps, I had never been beaten before. Especially not from a woman. I was raised without any physical punishment. Up until now!

  A second blow followed. Then more. She evenly distributed the blows on both cheeks. It was getting quite uncomfortable. But my erection didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary. Strangely enough, the humiliation only fueled my excitement. Apparently, I was more of a masochist than I ever admitted to myself. Michelle seemed also aware of it.

  "I suppose you actually like this, dirty piglet," she said, interrupting her blows.

  That's when it happened. My lust took control. I found myself unable to stop my hips from moving against her. I moaned. Desperately, I blew my pent-up load. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum so hard. But a moment later, I was terribly embarrassed.

  "Pig!” she exclaimed, roughly pushing me off her lap. I landed hard on the carpet. “Look at this! You made such a mess of me!”

  When she got up, I saw my cum on her jeans. It had gotten on both of her thighs. Disgusted, she looked at her pants first and then at me.

  "My God Daniel, you really don't have any self-control. I can't even get into a taxi like this."

  "I'm sorry, I have no idea how this could have happened," I stammered, realizing how pathetic I sounded
.

  She was really angry, I could tell when I looked up at her. She pointed to the corner of the room next to the patio door.

  "Stand in the corner and think of what you’ve done. I don't want to hear any more apologies. In fact, I don’t want to hear a word from you!"

  I crawled into the corner she had pointed to, then stood in front of the wall. I was hoping to soothe her with my obedience. I stared at the wallpaper a few inches in front of my nose. My ass was still burning painfully. It had to have been bright red. I could hear her rummage around behind me.

  "I need scissors."

  I told her where to find them, but I didn't dare to look back at her. Suddenly I heard her standing close behind me.

  "Daniel, what am I supposed to do with a boyfriend who blows his load anywhere without any control. That can't be it. Babette was right. Men like you are way too selfish and they don't change. Even if you give them one chance after the other and try so hard to make it work."

  Every word hit me like a blow with the cane. I was terribly ashamed of myself. Then I heard her calling a cab. I finally turned around, wanted to make one last attempt to change her mind. There she stood, having cropped off her jeans all the way at the top of her thighs, her naked legs a dream of smooth skin. The pieces of trouser leg were left on the table.

  "Michelle, please, I'm begging you. Please, just take the cane. You'll see, that will help."

  "No, Daniel, you had your chance. Obviously, you prefer your hands. You can keep the rest of my pants. You're welcome to use them to blow more loads in. Goodbye."

  As I walked towards her, she raised her hands defensively. I stopped. dropping my head in defeat as she left. I heard the front door slam and she was gone.

  The Chastity Device

  I found myself having trouble sleeping that night; the next day, I was all but paralyzed. Work was out of the question. I called my doctor and got a full week's sick leave. But soon I regretted the decision. Being home on my own, there was nothing to do but sit around staring at the walls. Losing Michelle made everything seem grey and pointless. She had stepped into my life, a shining ray of light, and disappeared from it just as quickly. I didn't even have her number or an email address, because she had always been the one to call me before, suppressing her number. I scoured the internet for porn starring women who looked like her. I did masturbate, but my heart wasn’t really in it, and afterwards, I felt guilty. Was this really what the next years were supposed to look like? Following an irrational impulse, I drove to her apartment house and watched the entrance. But after a couple of hours, I gave up and drove back home.

  This couldn’t be the end. I couldn’t accept it. In desperation, I called Bastian.

  "Bastian? I really messed up. She's gone, I..."

  Yeah, Daniel, I know. She told me what happened.

  "She talked to you about it?", I asked incredulously.

  Yes, she did. Jeez, I swear, this could only happen to you. Cumming all over her while she’s punishing you for your lack of self-control.

  His amused laughter hit me hard.

  "Bastian, please! I'm desperate."

  All right. But you do have to admit that you have a problem with self-control. Michelle's a little sensitive about that. But then you’ve already gotten a sense about that, huh?

  "Yes, indeed. I have."

  Apart from that, she's quite fond of you. She likes your calm and reserved manner. That's what she told me. She's upset about your little problem, though. Otherwise, you'd have every chance with Michelle.

  "My goodness Bastian. You're not exactly a chaste moralist..." I thought of the countless women he’s had over the years.

  Nope. Definitely not. But then I pick girls who like it when I take charge. But you're obviously into a woman who knows what she wants. So, you know, either shit or get off the pot. If that’s what you’re into, you gotta live with the consequences.

  "You're not kidding me, are you?"

  Just a little, I'm sorry. But seriously, Daniel. Why don't you try to please her? I’m sure she’d give you another chance if you proved you were serious.

  I would cling to any straw if there was still hope for a relationship with Michelle.

  "What do you mean?"

  Well, you don't have your dick under control, and that’s what Michelle wants. So, find a solution for that.

  "You're thinking of something in particular?"

  Well, there are possibilities. I recently read something online about the Chinese carrying out experiments like this in their prisons.

  "Experiments? What kind of experiments? Jeez, Bastian, stop being so coy."

  They use electric shock therapy to try curing rapists and child molesters of their sex-drive.

  “Oh, fuck off, Bastian."

  Sorry, he said, giggling. I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, there is actually a device that could solve your problem. But it’s a bit of a commitment. How important is Michelle to you?

  "You mean if I were willing to go for that, Michelle would reconsider?"

  I'm pretty sure. You could prove to her how much you love her and how far you’d go to please her. I can talk to her and put in a good word for you.

  "Would you do that for me?"

  For the both of you. I'll send you a link. Then you can decide if you’re ready for that kind of thing.

  I waited impatiently for his e-mail and then clicked on the link. It led to a very specific kind of sex toy store. A treasure trove for every sado-masochist. It was incredible how many devices there were to help people tease and torture their sex partners. In his email, Bastian had told me which products to look at in particular.

  Male chastity devices. Like every other section, it provided for a wide range of different models and types. But what they all had in common was their purpose to prevent an erection, and with that ejaculation. All were lockable and if the wearer had no key, the partner – the term the website used was keyholder, could control their entire sex life. The thought of wearing such a thing frightened me. On the other hand, I could well imagine how much Michelle would like to control me in that way. Would it be worth it? I kept visiting more websites about chastity and read forums dedicated to the kink. Men shared their experiences with these devices and dominant women wrote about their educational methods. I soon realized that the majority of the posts were just dirty fantasies. The men’s chastity was almost always accompanied by humiliation and degradation as slaves to their mistresses. That wasn’t me! I just wanted to get a handle on my lack of self-control. The other things didn't interest me. Did they?

  In any case, I sent Bastian an email telling him that I was willing to wear a chastity device if Michelle wanted me to. That I was willing to let her control my sex life, if she gave me another chance. Bastian promised to forward my email and talk to her. I fervently hoped that Michelle would accept my offer. For two days, I waited desperately for her to call.

  And then she did. My heart was pounding; I was really nervous.

  Hello, Daniel, how are you?

  “I'm alright, thank you. How are you?”

  Bad girls are always good, she said. She sounded like she was in a strange mood. I didn’t respond, mostly because I couldn't think of anything clever to say.

  Listen, Daniel. Bastian sent me your email. I think it's a really nice idea. It shows me how important our friendship is to you.

  "It really is. I care about you, Michelle. I think I've fallen in love with you."

  Oh, Daniel. Love is a big word. But maybe you’re right and there’s a future for us, after all. You'd really wear such a chastity device for me?

  "Yeah, definitely. Of course, Michelle. Then you could be sure I'm not masturbating. That I save my desire for our time together."

  Well, we can’t solve everything with that thing. You must still learn to control yourself when we're together. We saw that last time. But I could help you to learn how you to control your arousal. Until you do, you'd have to be patient. But quite apart from that, it wo
uld also come with a lot of responsibility for me. I’d have to take care of your personal hygiene and all that stuff. Are you sure you really want that?

  "Yes, Michelle, that's what I want."

  My cock twitched pleasantly during the conversation. I had a feeling it was my cock that made the decision, too, more than my reasoned mind.

  The next day, Michelle showed up at my place. She greeted me tenderly. There was nothing in her passionate kiss that could have betrayed that we almost broke up. She took a seat in the armchair; I had covered the treacherous stain with a piece of cloth. She lit a cigarette. I fetched an ashtray, put a glass of water in her hand and stripped down at her request. It was beginning to feel like a ritual. She wore a slit skirt and a white blouse. Her feet rested in very high-heeled pumps. I wondered if she was wearing no panties again. Restlessly, I sat down on a chair and hoped that I wouldn’t get another erection right away.

  When she finished her cigarette, we sat down at my PC and looked at different chastity devices, sold at a variety of online shops. She chose a black model made of silicone.

  "Means you can adjust the size. It should be tight, or it doesn't serve its purpose, of course. Oh, Daniel, I'm so excited. I'm getting express delivery so you’ll have it in the morning."

  I didn't entirely share their enthusiasm, but here I was, having to finish what I started. I was trying to get used to the idea of running around with a thing like that between my legs. She was all jazzed up, though, and actually gave me hand job before she left. I was happy.

  The package arrived the next morning. I had promised Michelle I wouldn't open it. But I weighed it in my hand, shook it and even smelled it. Then it occurred to me that it would probably be a good idea to masturbate again, before Michelle would lock my cock away. After all, I had no idea when she would let me do that again. Then I remembered what Bastian had said: You can’t fool Michelle. She’d smell rat.

  And I didn’t want to put our relationship at risk again. So, I was good, and didn't touch myself, passing by the last opportunity to rub one out.