"Say that you are a faggot and want to be fucked in the asshole!”
"I am a faggot and need it in the ass.”
She laughed and pushed faster and faster. When she came, she moaned animalistically. The whole thing had lasted only a few minutes, but I would never forget it. Then she went into the shower container. While I waited fixed and humiliated, I felt her seed spilling out of my butt hole. Never before had I felt so humiliated. When she came back, she had tucked her genitals back again so cleverly that it was pretty much impossible to notice. She didn't wear the tight jeans anymore but a beige khaki pant. She released my shackles and said:
"Paying customers are coming soon. You’d get in the way. Get out of here!”
I quickly slipped into my clothes and wished for nothing more than a hot and cleansing shower. As if I could wash off my shame. The first women showed up and a few men in silly sportswear joined in. I was convinced they all took one look at me and could tell what had just happened. I hurried to my car.
At home, I had a long and very hot shower. I prayed that Babette would stick to our agreement. After all, I had bought her silence with this massive humiliation. When I sat down at the computer, I found a very curious email in my company account.
Hello Daniel Hoffmann,
I think this link will interest you.
A friend who means well.
Below, this “friend” had added a link. Curiously, I clicked on it. It led me to the page of a dominatrix studio in Frankfurt. Immediately, I felt a lump in my throat. Who at my company knew about my inclinations? Because they were the only ones who knew this email address, which was meant only for internal communications. I looked at the pages. Different ladies offered their services and laid out their "specialties". Medical play, petplay or golden showers. Some faces were blurred out, but all of them showed off their charming bodies. A lady advertised her special tease and denial techniques. Her face was pixelated, but I recognized her blond curls immediately. It was Michelle!
The sight hit me like a punch in the gut. She was open for all inclinations. Appointments only via the studio. I got myself a drink. Then I took a closer look at her page. She was booked every day this week. In two weeks, there was a party at the "Grande Musica", a venue for the SM scene. She would show up on stage there, so that the interested clientele could take a look at her. I put my face in my hands and tears of disappointment pooled in my eyes. I had made a fool of myself and presumably, she already knew what had been going on at the quarry. The women probably talked on the phone every day, and made fun of the fool in love, who had his cock locked away. What did Bastian know about it? Was he in cahoots with the women? After all, he had introduced me to Michelle. He told her I was rich. Michelle had probably intended to rob me blind from the beginning. I had to know. I called Bastian on his cell phone. He answered, sounding a little annoyed.
Hello Daniel.
I wasn’t in the mood for manners.
"Bastian, did you know that Michelle was prostituting herself as a dominatrix?"
So you found out.
Now he sounded somehow amused.
"My God Bastian, did you know that?"
Yes, of course I knew that.
"But why didn't you tell me anything? Why didn't you warn me?"
Warn you? What about Daniel? That she is dominant? That is exactly what you need.
"I thought she loved me. Now I think that she only played with me. My goodness Bastian, you wouldn’t believe what I did to please her.
But I know that Daniel. She kept me up to date and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.
"You made fun of me?"
Yes, Daniel, we laughed a lot about you. Especially when you had your thing locked away. My God, how sick is that? You let the woman you are keen on lock up your cock.
I was silent. First, I had to come to terms with the fact that I had obviously served Michelle as nothing but an object of amusement. That she had only been keen on my money and otherwise had no feelings for me.
I should have known before, but when you let yourself be taken by that Asian bitch, I realized just how sick you are, Daniel.
I swallowed. I couldn’t move.
What is it like letting a tranny fuck your ass? Did it turn you on? Did you get off? Oh no, I guess you couldn’t, wearing that cock cage.
Bastian giggled spitefully.
Is that him?
I recognized Michelle's voice and it was like another punch in the pit of the stomach.
Yeah, it’s him. I think he’s a little miffed.
Bastian had probably switched to loudspeaker.
Aw, is the little loser insulted? You were so well-behaved Daniel, but I still only like real men.
She laughed, and I could hear in her voice that she had been drinking.
She means men like me, Daniel. Guys who know what they want and how to take it. You know Daniel, Michelle is actually quite desperate for cock. She’s sucking me off constantly. At night, she wants to sleep in sixty-nine, just so she can snuggle up my cock at any time.
I heard Michelle laugh out loud.
"You assholes!" I shouted.
But, Daniel. Where are your manners? And here I thought you were such a good boy.
Her words hit me at my core.
I hung up and began to cry. When I could think more clearly again, I fetched the tool box and cracked the small lock of the cock cage. Finally free, I thought. But the desire to masturbate had passed for the time being. I sat down in front of the TV and got drunk. After the fourth shot, it got a little better. But by the next morning, it was all coming back. Hung-over, I thought of the humiliating phone call. Anger and despair filled me to the brim. I wasn't a violent person, but when I masturbated after breakfast, I fantasized about brutalizing Michelle. It was the most pleasurable orgasm I had in a long time.
The Revenge
On Monday, I hoped that no one at work would talk to me about my puffy eyes. But of course, Dorit caught me.
"Oh Daniel, you haven't been looking very good lately. If you are worried or want to talk, you can always come to me, you know?"
Sure, and tell all my secrets to an incontinent mouth, I thought.
"Thank you Dorit, I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine," I lied.
She looked at me skeptically but did not press any further.
In my office, I sank into a deep depression. I stared idly at the wall. But then the phone ripped me out of my gloomy thoughts. It was Dr. Schmidt’s assistant. A rather unapproachable person who always wore forbidding pantsuits.
"Dr. Schmidt would appreciate it if you could spare him some time today, Mr. Hoffmann.”
A quarter of an hour later, I was sitting opposite Dr. Schmidt in his office. He was very friendly and even offered me a cup of coffee. His secretary, a very attractive girl in her mid-thirties who wore a tight, slit skirt, served him with lascivious movements. But I was blind to female charms. I was still too fixated on Michelle. When she left the office, Dr. Schmidt opened the conversation.
"Listen, Mr. Hoffmann, I've been making inquiries. You are really appreciated at this company. Your work is extremely accurate and helpful in risk assessment. But you know that yourself."
I thanked him for the compliment and waited for him to get to the point.
"So, these two young ladies who visited you here the other day, what did you say? Oh yes, your cousins. I don't want to beat around the bush for long, Daniel. I am allowed to say Daniel, aren't I?"
I nodded, a little confused.
"What I'm telling you now stays within these walls. If I ever hear about it again, I will deny that this conversation ever happened."
He was making me really curious. He was an inconspicuous man with little hair left and a belly. But nevertheless, he had made it to the board. Before he continued, he actually lit a cigar. I nodded at the smoke detector on the ceiling, raising my brows questioningly.
"I put it out of service. Switched it off, so to speak."
I nodded b
ut wished that he would open a window.
"So, these two ladies, well, let's be frank and talk about professional dommes. You seem to enjoy the same kind of distraction as I do from time to time. Michelle and Babette, I have been a client in their studio in Frankfurt."
I choked on my coffee and looked at him in amazement.
"You got the email and now you know what your girlfriend is up to. Please don’t misunderstand me, Daniel. I don't want to judge you in any way or make any implications about your moral character. No, I want to warn you."
I looked at him curiously. I still did not understand what he was trying to get at.
"I have been appointed to the Board of the parent company in Brussels. I don't need any bad publicity there. Our mutual friend, Michelle and her boyfriend, a certain Bastian, are blackmailing me. Apparently, there is footage of my visits to the studio. And since these people realized that there was something to get from me, they started blackmailing me with these recordings."
I swallowed and looked at him in disbelief.
"As you know, our company has an information service that helps us with insurance fraud. They work with a security service whose staff consists largely of Serbs who gained their experience in the Yugoslavian civil war. I’m saying, they aren’t the kind of people anyone wants to tangle with. But they would solve our problem for a fee.”
I didn't want to believe what I just heard. Dr. Schmidt fixed me as if he was checking whether I was following him.
"Now, don't look so scared, Daniel. Of course, we have to take appropriate measures to free ourselves from these criminals."
I nodded. He was absolutely right. After I had let myself be humiliated so much, I didn't want to lose my money as well. Especially not because I was realizing they would do the same to me and I’d end up paying for their lifestyles.
"So, this criminal couple uploaded compromising recordings onto a Thai server. From there, the material can be made public at any time. This Asian witch named Babette has the password and works with her friends. We assume that no more copies exist, because these people will deny everything if they are accused of blackmail."
Slowly it dawned on me what he was suggesting.
"Listen Daniel, when you stop letting this Michelle fool you, she will also try to extort money from you, as well. So, we have the same problem and should pool our forces. Do you agree with me on that?”
"Yes, Dr. Schmidt. I see the situation exactly like you do.”
I tried not to think of the fact that I had just agreed to be a coconspirator in a crime. My anger at Bastian and my disappointment at Michelle dominated my entire frame of mind.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful, Daniel. For the most part, the matter is in the best hands with the security service, but you can help us. You still have a key to the car that you gave Michelle, don’t you?"
I was surprised at how well informed he was about the details of my life, but I just nodded.
"Well, in two weeks' time there will be an event near Frankfurt. Our mutual friends will deliver a perverse little show there. You, Daniel, will visit this event. Anonymously, of course, and incognito. All you have to do is deposit a small container in the car. Do you think you can do that?"
"That doesn't sound very difficult," I said.
"Good, Daniel. Then you will learn more about the details closer to the event. One of my confidants will inform you. Oh yes, and if this bunch contacts you in the meantime and blackmails you, simply try to stall them."
He cleared his throat and added: "We take care of that Babette. Don't worry, we'll delete the recordings of you, as well."
Everything was settled, and I said goodbye. Once in my office, I tried to process the information. I estimated that the probability of Bastian and Michelle trying to blackmail me was a frightening eighty percent.
The next day, I found an anonymous email in my inbox with a link to a Thai server. It was a video of me and Babette taking me from behind. When I shouted that I was a fag and needed it in the ass, I switched the video off. The email read:
Movies like this can get expensive. You will hear from us!
So, Dr. Schmidt was right. The two would not let up until they had pressed me for all I was worth. I didn't react to the email. I registered for the event at the "Grande Musica" under the name “Curious”. I transferred the enormous entrance fee anonymously via Paypal. I was determined to erase my shame.
More messages came over the following days, making their demands known and threatening me to send the videos to the HR department of my employer. That would please Dorit, I thought with a grin. I replied that I needed time to get the cash. Calls to Bastian and Michelle went unanswered. They had probably deactivated their cell phones. But I knew that they were in Frankfurt. And then the day arrived: The SM event in the "Grande Musica".
I had thrown myself into a chic evening suit with a white frill shirt and parked my car some distance away. At the entrance, I noticed that I was not the only one who hid his face behind a mask. Other well-to-do visitors wanted to remain anonymous during their visit here. Security personnel checked my entry code and then I entered the building. Candles flickered on the walls and diffused the light. Music sounded from invisible loudspeakers and visitors in a wide variety of costumes and clothes streamed with me into the big hall.
Men, like me in evening dress, or in aggressive leather outfits. Others with dominant female companions in tight latex panties or leather harnesses. An exciting mature woman in a little black dress led her much younger companion on all fours on a leash. I was surprised and fascinated by how openly the people showed their inclination here. Of course, I had read and heard about this scene, about this world, on the web, but to experience it up close was something else. A young woman, naked except for a silver collar with a ring on it, danced to the music on a pedestal. Her back and her tight bottom showed off red stripes.
Her owner sat next to her and had a drink. On a stage in the back area of the hall, two young women lasciviously danced in leather panties on metal poles. In a corner there was a bar with a waiter handing out Prosecco.
I drank a glass and took in the scenery. It wouldn’t be long until I would see Michelle, who I had worshipped, probably on exactly this stage the two girls were currently dancing on. A touch of deep sadness seized me, and I was glad that my face was hidden behind the mask, at least in part. The organizers had limited the participation of single men, and unpartnered women were barely present for other reasons. So, most of the guests were couples. I had rarely felt so alone. But I was not here to meet someone; I was here to avenge myself. So, I gave myself a push and roamed through the premises.
There were two so-called playrooms. They held various devices obviously intended to bind people on, or to lock them up. Cages, pillories or St. Andrew's crosses were already in use at this hour, but not all of them. That would certainly change in the course of the night. One room was reserved only for couples, the other for passive spectators. A woman in a black latex outfit was torturing her "slave" on a stretching bench. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing with him, but it didn't miss its effect. A strong erection poked up from his crotch. Immediately, my cock stirred as well, because the woman was really attractive. Then I found another champagne bar to chat at and two more dance floors with different music. But I was not in the mood for all that. Of course, I was still surprised at how many people openly presented their inclinations, or even expressed interest in them, but I wasn't here for pleasure.
A female voice announced the beginning of a stage show over a loudspeaker. I hurried back to the hall, but all I could see on stage was a fire show. A small woman performed as a fire-eater and her companion was her assistant. The whole thing was very labored, and the choreography was predictable. Such performances had always bored me to death. Even circus visits during my childhood always used to bore me. When my parents had dragged me there, I used to distract myself from the boring performances by calculating the circular area of the stage or counting
the heads of the audience and then multiplying them by the entrance fee. I had probably been different from my peers even then. But in the meantime, I had accepted that people tended to think of me as an eccentric. There was only one scene in a travelling circus that had remained in my memory forever. A bossy woman in riding trousers and a white blouse had driven colorfully decorated horses through the round of the circus tent, her black whip snapping loudly. With every snap the animals changed direction. I was perhaps ten or twelve years old and I couldn’t stop staring at this woman. It was the first time I had an erection without touching myself, and an unknown, but sweet desire seized me. When the dressage presentation was over, and the woman bowed in all directions, she looked at me briefly and smiled. For months afterwards, her face appeared in my wet dreams. I had been searching for this gaze all my life, and had really believed that I had found it in Michelle. Hard to believe how wrong a man can be.
Suddenly a woman with a Venetian mask spoke to me:
"Don't you like the show?"
I looked at her in surprise. "Is it so obvious? Well, at least the lady is trying really hard."
"Then you won't miss anything interesting when you pick this up. You know where to deposit the content."
She handed me a coat check slip and disappeared in the crowd. Her tight leather shorts showed off a well-formed bottom. I looked at her in amazement, but then I went to the coat check, where the slip was exchanged for a leather bag. I took it outside, getting a stamp on my wrist so I could get back in. I had no trouble finding the conspicuously painted Mini on the parking lot behind the building. I unlocked the car with my remote key, which I had kept at the time following some instinct. A soft clicking sound confirmed that I would have no trouble getting in. I took a package wrapped in plastic out of the bag and hid it under the driver's seat. For a moment, my conscience flared up, but it did not overcome my grudge. After I had locked the car again, I went back into the building, trying not to draw attention. There was a tense silence in the hall. Michelle's performance was just beginning. She entered the stage, a red crop in her hand. Red knee-high boots with incredibly high heels and a red leather body underlined her role as a dominatrix. The zipper on her neckline was pulled down far, showing off almost all of her breasts. Another teasing zipper adorned her crotch. Her appearance made every man gasp for air and I felt a lump in my throat. She threw back her long, curly hair and greeted the audience.
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