Daniel’s Cruel German Mistress

by Regina von Strikt

  "Dear friends of this very special eroticism. We are glad that you could attend so numerously. If you want to get to know me personally after our little show, just look for Lady Michelle in the Studio Pläsiere. But first, we have some discipline to carry out."

  A small microphone, which was fastened behind her ear and led to her red lips, transmitted her voice to the loudspeakers.

  She was interrupted by restrained applause. Michelle’s smile was sugar-sweet as she looked at the crowd and strutted across the stage. Behind her, the curtain opened and a girl in a maid's outfit led a naked boy on a leash, crawling on his hands and knees. His black collar was his only piece of clothing. She handed Michelle the leash and left the stage again.

  "This is Antonio, our girl Friday. Unfortunately, Antonio was very disobedient," Michelle explained.

  She pulled the boy – I recognized him as one of Leone’s boys - to his feet by the collar. Fearful and ashamed, he blinked into the headlights.

  "As you can see, Antonio has a very slender build.”

  With the crop she pointed to his very dainty dick. You could see that the boy felt uncomfortable. Michelle smacked the crop across on his bottom.

  "Say hello to our guests!” she demanded.

  Antonio curtseyed. "Good evening," he called into the room.

  "I am of the opinion that such puny cocks are completely useless for a woman. Therefore, there is no reason at all for them to get hard. That’s why Antonio has been issued a strict wanking ban.”

  Approving murmur in the audience.

  "Nevertheless, we caught him playing with himself in the toilet."

  Outrage in the audience.

  "Who wants me to punish Antonio?"

  The audience cheered in loud agreement.

  Michelle forced her victim to bend over a punishment bench set up for this purpose. His young, flawless ass was turned towards the audience. His little cock hung down and seemed a little anxious. Michelle patted the round buttocks and smiled. Then she lifted the crop and let it smack on the boy’s defenseless buttocks. It hissed, and a moment later, Antonio screamed, rearing up his head. Michelle pushed him down again, roughly. Further blows and screams followed. Red stripes covered his light skin. Michelle worked mercilessly on the boy's bottom, until she pulled him down from the bench. He was sobbing and trembling. She made him remain on stage though, on his hands and knees, so she could show off his maltreated ass.

  "Do you understand now that such tiny cocks like yours have no right to satisfaction?”

  "Yes, Mistress Michelle,” he exhaled, sobbing.

  "Submissive, tiny-cocked boys must learn to make themselves useful in other ways. With their tongue, with their obedience or with their money. But not with her useless baby dick," Michelle explained laughing.

  I felt like she was talking to me, but of course she didn't notice me in the crowd. Michelle dragged her victim to her feet and he had to present his petite dick again. Michelle pulled him up by the foreskin.

  "Look, a woman can pull as hard as she wants; it just doesn’t get any longer.”

  The crowd laughed. The curtain opened again, and Bastian entered the stage. Anger and jealousy rose up in me. He was wearing black latex pants, open at his crotch to show off his powerful organ and thick testicles. I had long observed that he was very successful with women. His impressive cock had to be the reason for this. Grinning, he stood next to Michelle. She gave him an intense kiss and then turned to the audience again.

  "Dear ladies, who would you choose?”

  With her left hand she lifted Bastian's impressive manhood, with the other hand, Antonio’s little worm and tiny balls.

  "Big or small?"

  Big, big, the women in the hall chanted, laughing.

  Michelle began to play with the two men’s testicles and their cocks started to stiffen. Michelle wrapped a hand around each shaft and began to wank them until they were swollen to full size. It made the difference even clearer. Bastian's cock was really impressive, while Antonio's little friend stiffened, but hardly grew.

  "Such magnificent specimen naturally want to be pampered accordingly," Michelle explained.

  She ordered Antonio to go on all fours again and sat down on his back. She turned to Bastian's hard-on and began to suck him devoutly. She held his testicles in one hand, his shaft wrapped in the other. Soon, smacking and sucking noises could be heard over the microphone. Bastian watched her grinning and put his hands on his hips. Envy rose in me, but my dick grew anyway. I had done what I came here to do, really, but I couldn't make myself move. I watched spellbound, like most of the audience. Shortly before Bastian came groaning, Michelle released his cock from her mouth and his sperm splashed on her breasts in a mighty jet. She laughed and pumped the last drops out of his shaft. Then she rose and pulled Antonio to his feet by his hair. He had to stand in front of her and she pressed his face against her breast. He knew what was asked of him and he licked Bastian's cum from her skin. The audience applauded.

  I had finally seen enough and left the event. On the way to my car, police rushed past me, lights flashing but not sounding their siren. I probably would have taken Antonio's place at some point if I hadn't left Michelle just in time, I thought. I really had reason to be grateful to Dr. Schmidt.

  The Beginning

  The news that several kilos of cocaine had been confiscated at an erotic event in Frankfurt and a suspicious couple had been arrested was only a side note on the radio. But I learned that Dr. Schmidt's plan had worked out. But what happened to Babette and the compromising material she held? Another anonymous e-mail calmed me down.

  Our friend showed herself very cooperative in no time. Everything will be fine!

  I acquired several local newspapers and read to my satisfaction that various drugs were found in an apartment in Feuerbach and the inhabitant was arrested.

  I was glad that the exciting times in my life were over for the time being and decided to live out my inclinations online only.

  The next day, I was told at reception that I was expected in Dr. Schmidt's office. His assistant’s office was empty, and so I knocked on his door. Another surprise awaited me. Behind the desk sat not Dr. Schmidt, but Dorit.

  "Hello Dorit," I greeted her somewhat surprised.

  "Hello Daniel, don't be angry with me, but as the new Chief Human Resource Officer, I have to insist on certain conventions. So, from now on, its Mrs. Hartmann to you."

  I must have looked rather surprise. Her request was reasonable, but I was still a little annoyed at the way she talked to me.

  "Of course, it’s my pleasure Mrs. Hartmann,” I said, nonetheless.

  She smiled, saccharine and sweet.

  "I knew you were a sensible boy, Daniel."

  Her tone was growing increasingly rude. I wavered between blowing up at her and the desire to walk out. But something else seemed to be going on. Her arrogant manner made my submissive side perk up.

  "Let’s practice this now, Daniel. You get out, and knock. When I invite you in, you greet me politely and curtsey."

  I stared at her in disbelief. For a few long seconds, our eyes seemed to communicate silently. Then I gave up and was beaten. Under her triumphant smile I left the room. In front of the door I took a deep breath. Could it be that I was just about to leap from the frying pan into the fire? But how bad could it be, just to greet Dorit this way? If it made her happy, why not give her what she wanted? So, I knocked on the door as requested.

  It took her a while until she commanded me to come in. I entered the room, closed the door behind me and startled. Dorit, or rather Mrs. Hartmann, was not alone. Dr. Schmidt's assistant sat in front of her desk. She looked at me disparagingly through her horn-rimmed glasses. She must have been in the next room before. I hesitated, but Mrs. Hartmann looked at me challengingly and raised an eyebrow. So, I curtseyed and said, as required:

  "Good morning, Mrs. Hartmann."

  Dorit looked at me clearly not satisfied and nodded her head at the oth
er woman. I swallowed. Well, I couldn’t stop there. So I made another curtsey to the dragon-assistant.

  "Good morning, Mrs. Brotbeck," I said.

  I felt pretty stupid, but the two women grinned amusedly.

  "I told you so. He does as he is told. Dr. Schmidt was right. Daniel really has potential."

  "Yes, it's amazing how quickly he adapts to his subordinate role."

  "After what I heard about him, I had no doubts. I don’t think he will cause any problems."

  Brotbeck grinned sardonically. Meanwhile, I stood there and didn't know what to do with my hands. It annoyed me that they were talking about me as if I was not there.

  "Imagine, for his last mistress, he was willing to wear a device denying him an erection.”

  Brotbeck adjusted her glasses and stared at my crotch.

  "It's amazing the lengths some men will go to when a woman lets them know who's in charge."

  I desperately wondered where Dorit had gotten that information. Then I realized that maybe Dr. Schmidt hadn't completely destroyed the recordings.

  "Listen, Daniel. Mrs. Brotbeck will be my secretary from now on. Additionally, she will take on your supervision if I am prevented or otherwise busy. However, there are still several other, let's say, simple tasks to do, for which I won't spare any time in my new position as a member of the board. Therefore, you will become my very personal servant. Call it personal assistant, if that suits your ego better."

  Both women giggled. I was too perplexed to answer. It didn’t help that my pants were starting to feel painfully tight. My face flushed crimson, I stood there, feeling stupid with my hands shielding my crotch from view. The women looked at each other meaningfully.

  "I think it's probably for the best if you look these devices up on the internet after this meeting," Dorit told Mrs. Brotbeck.

  "I took the liberty to do so already, Dorit. There are really some very interesting models, out there. From gentle and barely interfering to very", she paused, "shall we say, very restrictive."

  "That sounds good. Why don't you come up with a small selection," Dorit said.

  Then she looked at me strictly.

  "Of course, we have to take a look at your thing first. After all, the device should fit and not be too comfortable. Pull your pants down, Daniel!”

  I swallowed hard, and then began to fumble with the buckle of my belt.

  The End.

  Regina-v-Strikt@posteo.de