Chapter 19

We were in bed, and we have had a very satisfying day. We have been training with hand gestures instead of commands. Come here, is pointing down at my feet. Come here if you are anywhere else in the house or in the courtyard. When I press the remote, a bell calls you to me. If you enter the room, you will stand in waiting posture. If I turn my index finger in a circle, it means undress where you are standing right now. We had a command to suck my cock - a round hand as if you were holding an imaginary stick or cock for that matter - and a command for sit on all fours - four fingers up. We had been playing with it for quite a while and had a lot of fun with it. It finally ended with some rough fucking in bed. When I was a young man, I could last pumping an hour, and that was nothing special. Now, after 15 minutes, I was exhausted. Since I was familiar with every intimate area of her body, I took care to ensure her satisfaction as well.

So I was in bed, being happily half asleep, when Sylvia started talking. This was not unusual. Sylvia loved to talk. All day long if she could. So I was not surprised to hear her say, “Master, are you still awake?”

“Of course I am, little one”, I said half asleep.

“I was talking to Helga today.”

“Yes?” She had been talking almost daily to Helga now for the last two weeks. Being alone in the middle of rural Netherlands with an old man can be lonely sometimes. So I encouraged her to contact her friend and fellow sufferer. Literally. Fellow sufferer.

“Well, I have these problems with making my new slave dress just right and I want it ready and finished by the time we are going to visit Club Kinky Kinta again. So we talked about it on the phone and we were just going round in circles, you know? So at one moment she suggested why don’t you come over for a few days so we can sort it out?”

I was awake now. With my arm wrapped under my head, I asked, “What did you tell her, little one?”

She sounded sad. “I told her you probably wouldn’t want to come.”

She sure as hell was right. “Don’t you find it strange a couple takes in a young girl, barely 21, and beats her up and fuck her?”

“Master! I can’t believe you’ve said that. As a Master yourself, you very well know BDSM is not about ‘beating someone up’. Shame on you! Yes, they have an open relationship. Yes, he is a very skilled and experienced Dom. In the realm of BDSM, polygamous relationships are more frequently found than in any other type of relationship. I remember very well that you’ve loved the stories about a guy with two or more chicks around him. This is not a story, this is real life. And guess what? In real life, it happens as well that three people are all happy together.” Since she got herself so worked up, it was most effective to simply allow her to rant.

“So if you don’t want to go with me, stay at home. I mean, Martin will be busy with Ilse and Helga and I sewing the dress. I know you don’t like to be around strangers, and I know you have worked up a dislike for Master Martin. But he is so professional. He has had several of girls like Ilse and they all went away happy and a better slave than when they entered the house.”

“I don’t like the idea that you are there alone with him, little one. I think he is dangerous.”

“Would Helga be my friend if she would think he is dangerous? Would she invite me as her guest, HER guest - not his, into her home? Yes, I would love to go. And talk all day with Helga girl talk. I kinda have missed that a bit. And she understands me better than anyone else. I don’t have to pretend or change who I am with her; I can just be myself.”

Was I sufficiently self-absorbed to lock her in a cage and deprive her of a life, aspirations, and the ability to make her own decisions? Although she was my slave, but she was a person as well. She was my wife, for god’s sake! In the end, everything boiled down to trust, didn’t it? Did I trust my wife to spend some time with a man and two women who were already living with him? Of course I did. I had full and total belief in her complete devotion and commitment to our marriage.

“How long would you be away?”

I saw a shade of triumph in her eyes. She transferred to negotiating mode.

“It’s a long drive to north Germany, and Helga suggested taking me to Hamburg, where I can find small boutiques with exceptionally special clothing. Maybe you can ask Peter and Natas to come and visit while I’m gone. I’m sure Natas won’t mind that I’m not here.”

“OK, seven days, not more. And that includes the days driving to and from their home.”

“Oh, Master! Really? O God, I love you so much.”

“Don’t make me regret it, little one.”

“Of course not, my Master. I will call Helga now. Can you please untie me from the bed, so I can call Helga, Master?”

“At this time of hour?”

“Without a doubt, Master, they typically have a late bedtime.” She slipped out of bed and I heard her squeal in the next room on the phone. I knew they would be on the phone for the next hour or so. So I turned in bed and tried to get some sleep. It took me a while to fall asleep.