Daniel’s Cruel German Mistress

by Regina von Strikt

  Then one evening I actually got an e-mail from her. With an attachment.

  Hello, my chaste little darling!

  Here's something to cheer you up. So you won't forget me.

  I opened the attachment and a movie started. Apparently, it was recorded on a smartphone. It showed Michelle rolling on a bed. She was holding the silver chain with the key that was so important to me. She wrapped the chain around her wrist and then slowly moved her hand down over her body. She looked lasciviously into the camera. I wondered who made that recording. It had to be someone Michelle trusted, and had no inhibitions with. I felt a sting of jealousy somewhere near my heart.

  Her hand moved on to her pussy, where she tenderly started to play with herself. She sunk two fingers into her hole, moving them in and out again. The key was still clearly visible. The camera zoomed in on the hand and you could hear delicious smacking noises. I couldn't take my eyes off her, staring spellbound at the screen. Then the camera tilted up to Michelle's face. She had the index finger of her other hand between the half-opened lips and licked it. She moaned.

  A fire was raging inside my cock cage. A painful pull in my loins was testament to my arousal. Michelle moaned louder and raised her chest towards the camera. Her climax came with small pointed cries until she exploded in a loud, lusty moan. Then the screen went dark. Despite the late hour, I rushed under the cold shower.

  Then I sat down at the computer and wrote an answer. I told her that I couldn't take it anymore and was ready to do anything for an orgasm. That I loved her and belonged entirely to her.

  To my delight, I received an answer shortly afterwards.

  Dear Daniel,

  you can be sure I know how hard it is for you to be so chaste. I'm really proud of you. Unfortunately, I am out of town for a few days and even if I wanted to, I couldn't help you. But if it's really necessary, you have to go to Babette. She has a spare key to your chastity device. She's a little strange with men, though, as you've already noticed. But anyway. For a small fee, she would be willing to help you out. You have my blessing. But remember, she can be quite prickly. Enclosed is her e-mail address.

  Love Michelle!

  I really didn't want to turn myself over to that Asian witch, but what did Michelle mean? For a few days?

  A second reply from me remained unanswered. I was enough of a masochist to watch her little movie again. I spent half the night debating the problem, then I wrote Babette an e-mail. I mentioned Michelle, adding that she had given me permission to cum. I added I was very grateful for her understanding and hoped for a quick reply.

  It wasn’t a minute later that the answer arrived.

  500 Euro, including final cleaning! The offer is valid for exactly ten minutes.

  I swallowed heavily. That was the price for a whole night at an escort service. But those services didn't have a key to my problem. And just cracking that thing open would have meant the end of the relationship between me and Michelle.

  But did I really need to be humiliated like that? I could imagine how loveless it would be with Babette. It would be a short hand job and considering my pent-up lust, it certainly would not take long until I ejaculated. It was easy and above all quickly earned money for Babette. My goodness, five hundred euros weren't small change just for an orgasm. If I was willing to pay so much for it, I would only prove to them how desperately horny I was. No, I really didn't need that. Outraged I closed the mail program.

  Just before the ten minutes were up, however, I opened it again and gave my OK for the deal. The answer came promptly once more. It was short and concise:

  Tomorrow at 5:00 p.m., Hotel Ehrenhalde. The reservation is for a company called "Tease and Denial". You will pay for the room in cash on arrival. My fee will also be deposited at reception. Wait naked in the room!

  I couldn't believe my eyes. The hotel wasn't exactly the Hilton, but it wasn't a roadside motel either. It would cost me at least another hundred. And that idiotic company name. To hell with that witch. Horny or not. I wouldn't stoop quite that low.

  But, of course, the next day after work, I hurried to the hotel and reported to reception. When I mentioned the company name, the older receptionist smirked. Her gaze travelled over me from top to bottom, then she presented me with the bill. Two hundred and seventy euros changed hands because Babette had booked the suite with breakfast. Then I handed her the envelope with the five hundred euros.

  "I'm expecting a lady. Could you give her this envelope?"

  "The fee for the special service. I know all about it. The lady explained everything at the time of booking. Have a good time."

  Humiliated, I took the keycard and rode the elevator up. The suite was spacious and featured modern furniture. Roses stood on the table and the mini bar was well-appointed. In an unusual impulse, I poured myself a small bottle of liquor. Then I undressed and waited. At six o'clock I sent an impatient message from my tablet PC. At seven o'clock, she swept into the room. I stood up involuntarily and shook her hand. She wore an extremely short red leather skirt and red knee-high socks in shimmering silver boots. She had squeezed her lush boobs into another silver bra. Her long black hair was tied to a thick ponytail. She wore a red bag with the inscription on her shoulder:

  MCM

  She ignored my outstretched hand and I realized what a pathetic image I made so naked and chaste. I took my hand down and said:

  "Hello, Babette."

  "To you, Mistress Babette."

  I probably looked at her a little stupid.

  "I beg your pardon?"

  "You heard me. I want to hear a Hello Mistress Babette!"

  I swallowed my anger and said:

  "Good day, Mistress Babette. I’m glad to see you."

  There was something triumphant about her smile. With a rocking walk she went to the minibar and took out a bottle of prosecco. She filled herself a glass and drank with pleasure. Then she looked at me, seemed a little disgusted, and said:

  "All right, let's get this over with."

  She put her glass down and took some handcuffs out of her pocket.

  "Turn around."

  "But why the handcuffs? Babette, I don't go for games like that."

  That wasn't entirely true, but should I have told her that I didn't like her and her games, instead? That it was just pure need, horniness really, that had led me here?

  "I just want to cum."

  "Either we play by my rules, or we don't play."

  Giving in, I turned my back to her and presented my wrists. I felt the cool metal on my joints and heard the cuffs snap into place. I was defenseless. She fished the key for the cock cage out of her neckline and opened it. Finally free. Babette laid out a newspaper on the table. Then she slipped yellow household gloves used for washing the dishes or other rough work onto her hands. I watched her, stunned. But she was serious. I had to put my cock on the edge of the table, which fortunately had the right height, and she began to jerk me off. She pushed my foreskin back and forth without any tenderness to the motion. The rubber nubs on the gloves helped her getting a good grip. I quickly got going. But it was still not fast enough for her. She grabbed harder and increased the pace. The whole thing didn't feel much fun and I was happy when I came. As with all men, my glans was extremely sensitive after my orgasm. She had fun taking the head of my cock between her nubby gloves and rubbing it hard. I rose onto my toes and wailed.

  "Please don't!", I begged.

  "I'm sure there are a few more drops in there. Who knows when you'll get to come again."

  She roughly squeezed the last drop of pleasure out of me. I was in tears at that point. She dragged me into the bathroom by my cock. There she rinsed it with very cold water before soaping it up. She even used the washcloth in a rather rude way. Then she pumped some disinfecting spray onto my cock, before locking it up again. It burned a little, but I was just glad I got through it all. She gave me an encouraging slap.

  "Now you thank me nicely. Kiss my boots and thank me,” she s
aid.

  I actually went down on my knees and bent down low. I kissed both boots without losing balance with my hands still tied behind my back.

  "Thank you, Babette, for your time."

  She took off my cuffs.

  "Now get dressed. I'm expecting a friend to spend the night with. Hurry up!"

  I quickly slipped into my clothes and left the room without another word. The witch wanted to spend a hot night of love in the luxury suite at my expense. I was sure of it. Because it was clear that Babette wasn't into men. She'd be a hot one. Her body was muscular and her tits very big. And then there were her Asian features and the ascetic nose. She was very appealing. But after my experience today, I wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible. I rode the elevator down and the receptionist stared at me over her thick glasses.

  "Well, that was quick. Was Babette successful?" she asked curiously.

  It sounded like she was asking if I had a functioning bowel movement. For some reason, all kinds of people seemed to know about my situation. I just mumbled something incomprehensible and left the hotel, face flushed red hot. The worst pressure was relieved for the time being. But how long would that last? Before I knew it, lust would control me again. And it wasn’t like the session with Babette had been pleasurable. I didn't want to expose myself to that witch again. But I would have liked to watch her do it with some lesbian slut. I was already fascinated by her body.

  Then again, what kind of woman didn't fascinate me at the moment? Well, I probably would kick an old hag like that receptionist out of bed, but I couldn’t think of many others where that would be the case. But even if an attractive woman invited me to an erotic adventure, it wasn’t like I could do anything with that thing between my legs. I was planning on talking to Michelle the next chance I got. It couldn't go on like this. And I was sure her aversion to male masturbation did not go so far as to want to make me all but die of lust. How long would Michelle be gone? I hardly knew anything about her. Not the child care facility she worked at, not her phone number. I went by her house a couple of times, hoping to see her.

  After the humiliating experience with Babette, I felt the need to talk to someone. I drove home and called Bastian.

  Daniel, you old womanizer. Glad to hear from you.

  "Hello, Bastian, don't make fun of me. I feel bad enough."

  Because you're wearing that thing?

  "Yeah, among other things. How did you know I'm really wearing it?"

  Michelle told me about it, obviously. She's very happy about it, too.

  "Is she? I'm not so sure about it anymore. Sometimes I think she's just making fun of me."

  What makes you think that?

  "Well, the other day, she came to see me at work with her friend Babette. That was just embarrassing."

  Yeah, that Babette is quite a man-hating dragon. You're right about that. When Michelle's with her, it's hard to recognize her.

  "That's the impression I had. Michelle shows up like a comet, plays with me and my feelings and then she disappears for days."

  What do you expect? That she asks you for permission before she goes away?

  "Well, in a normal relationship, I would at least expect to know where she is."

  Oh, Daniel, come on. Haven’t you long accepted who has the power in your relationship? I'm sure Michelle will reward your obedience someday.

  "Your word in God's ear, but I will never turn myself over to that wretched witch again."

  Daniel, my doorbell is ringing. I'm expecting a hot chick. Don't be mad at me, but I have to go.

  "Have fun, Bastian. Lucky bastard."

  Thanks, I will. Keep your chin up.

  It had done me good to talk to someone about my situation. It wasn’t like I could talk to colleagues about it at work. On the contrary, I had to be careful that my special tendencies did not make the rumor circuit.

  One more time, I watched the film Michelle had sent me. I imagined that it wasn't her own fingers that drove her to orgasm, but my cock. This fantasy made me feel the pressure of the cock cage again and I cursed the situation all over again.

  For three days, I distracted myself as best as I could with work and math games. Dorit left me alone, thank god, and otherwise, as always, I avoided my colleagues as best I could. Dr. Schmidt did not try to talk to me any more either.

  In the evening, Michelle suddenly called. I accepted the call excitedly and with a pounding heart.

  Hello my good, chaste boy.

  "Michelle, finally!"

  That almost sounds like an accusation, Daniel.

  "No, no, but I miss you so much. Are you in town?"

  Yes, and I would like to see you, too. But I don't have a car and that always makes things so complicated. Taxi driving costs a lot of money.

  My money, I thought a little sarcastically, but I kept quiet about it.

  "I can pick you up."

  That's sweet of you, darling, but I prefer to get a ride.

  "But..."

  She had ended the conversation. I quickly jumped into the shower and put on the clothes she had bought for me. As soon as I was finished, a van of Leone's restaurant stopped in front of the house. Michelle jumped out and came to the front door. She was wearing a black cape, because the weather was already quite cool. I opened the door and we kissed passionately. The cock cage had to work hard to keep my lust under control. On the way into the living room, she slipped out of her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, except for two red pumps. Quite surprised, I picked up the cape and hung it up at the wardrobe. Michelle sat in her chair and smiled at me. She put one leg over the backrest and showed me her shaved pussy.

  "Why are you naked? I mean, that was one of that Italian's cars. The one with the fags."

  "Yes Daniel, I was there for a snack. Leone was kind enough to have one of his employees give me a ride."

  "Naked like this?"

  "Is this an interrogation, Daniel?" she asked in a tone that made me flinch.

  I had gone too far, I knew it at the same moment. So, I kept silent, concerned.

  "I took my clothes off during the ride,” she explained, looking annoyed. She closed her thighs and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. “I thought it would make you happy. But all you show me is jealousy and suspicion."

  "Michelle, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. This abstinence is driving me crazy."

  "Don't be like that. Babette got you off, just like she told me. You seem to have been quite a good boy for her."

  I didn't want to discuss the meeting with Babette, so I changed the subject.

  "But I love you, not Babette."

  "Are you sure? You know exactly how much I appreciate you controlling your instincts, but you're always whining. Now make up your mind. Do you want me to have control over your lust or not?"

  I lowered my head.

  "I want us to be a couple and if that thing," I pointed to my crotch, "is your condition, then I'll wear it."

  "No, Daniel. That’s not how this works. You should not put up with the chastity device, but carry it with pride, because it gives me joy. So, make up your mind - no more whining?"

  "Yes, Michelle, as long as you have fun and are happy."

  I was a little annoyed with myself. I had planned on being more assertive. But after she reminded me that she decided whether I could ejaculate or not, I didn't want to upset her.

  As if to reward my good behavior, she placed her thighs on each side of the chair and gave me an exciting look at her cunt.

  She lit a cigarette and I got her the ashtray. It was too cold to open the door to the garden and the light would have attracted bugs, so I let her smoke up the room. She also asked me for a glass of wine, which I placed on the small side table next to the chair. I left the bottle.

  "Come on, get undressed, Daniel. Or do you think it's appropriate for me to be naked while you are not?"

  Was that inappropriate? Somehow, she took it for granted that we had a power gap in
our relationship. But she was right, of course. Under her strict gaze, I undressed until I stood in front of her wearing nothing but my cock cage. The sight of her made it feel rather tight again.

  "Come here, Daniel."

  I stood right in front of her. She grabbed my testicles and lifted up my cock, balls, and the plastic device.

  "That's mine, we agree on that, don’t we?"

  "Yes, Michelle, you decide what happens to it."

  She gently brushed her fingertips over the tender skin of my testicles.

  "And these little things dominate all your thinking. And I'm the only one who decides whether or not you get to come, right?"

  "Yeah, sure, Michelle."

  "So, control your thinking. I want you to think about me all the time and about how you can please me. That’s when you have the chance of small rewards."

  Her tender touch caused quite a commotion in the cock cage.

  "Right now, you have hardly any control over your instincts. My fingers alone could get you to come within seconds, if this small but very useful device didn't stop you. Isn’t that so?"

  "Yes, Michelle, that's right."

  "And how many times have you been ashamed, because you shot your load on a woman way too early? Or were mocked and almost gave up on finding a partner who understands you?"

  I kept silent. Her words touched me too deeply. It was like I was an open book to her.

  "You escaped into your fantasies. And they became more and more perverted. Getting yourself off all the time, but without ever being satisfied. Am I right?"

  I just nodded. There was a scratch in my throat and every word seemed superfluous. She knew my innermost feelings.

  "You're ashamed, but you just can't help playing with yourself. Until now. Until I took care of you. Don't risk it, Daniel. You should do whatever it takes to keep me willing to take care of you. Do you want that?"

  "Yes, Michelle," I exhaled, croaking.