Chapter 24

Despite all of this, I had to smile. “For someone that claims to be a submissive, you are very forceful.”

She took my hand. “Let’s go to my house, where no one will spy on us all the time.” I have a lovely garden that is hidden from view of the hotel guests. On the ground floor was a small extension that apparently served as her home.

“It seems bright outside.”

“It’s a lovely day. I will get the garden chairs out. Come on.”

She got me a cup of homemade coffee and biscuits.

“What are you going to do next?” she said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. My head is exploding, and yet no sensible thought is allowed to go in, yet.”

“The way I see it, there are two things you can do. There are more, of course, but let’s concentrate on two.”, Jutta said. “The first one is going back home tomorrow. Start all the proceedings to get through the divorce. Perhaps you will find another woman by accident somewhere, but you will soon find out she is no Sylvia. No woman will ever be able to surpass the memory of your wife. So you will feel miserable for the rest of your life and play with model trains until you die.”

“The second route is much more difficult and can only be followed if you truly believe that a real man does not allow another bloke tries to steal his wife from him. I have tried to explain to you that your wife needs you to step up from being a Daddy Dom and to transform into a dominant with a rough edge of sadism.” Jutta said.

“You saw this coming, didn’t you?” I said.

“Yes. Not this repulsive, but yes, it was obvious except for you. If you want her back, you will have to convince her you will be not the man anymore she could wind around her little finger.”

“How would I do that?”

“It depends all on the first question. Do you want to change to make her stay with you as your slave? Once you do, you will have to follow through. There is no going back.”

“I love her, you know?”

“Do you love her enough to spit on her, to have her drink your piss, to lock her outside in a cage when it’s raining? Because that’s what she is asking of you. And that’s not all she asking of you. She wants you to be happy doing all that. She wants you to get hard while doing all that. If you were to do this as a kind of good Samaritan deed, don’t even start. It will end up in heartache for you both ... But I feel there is a dark side in you somewhere. The question is, would you allow yourself to let it out?”

“Why don’t you sit here for a while, as I have some things to do in the house. Maybe go for a walk if you like. If you follow the path up the mountain, on top is a wonderful view, much better than this one, especially on a clear day. It gives you the time to think. I will wait here for you.”

“You’re not coming?”

“No, you will have to do this alone.”

So I climbed to the top. It took me one and a half hours to go up and perhaps even longer to go down. Even before I reached the top - and the view was magnificent - I knew what I would do. I was no quitter. I have made hard choices in the past in my career, and when I went for something, I knew I would get what I wanted. Love is meaningless if you are not ready to wage war for the person who possesses your heart. So when I was coming down to to her home I was pumped up and ready to go. She must have seen it in my eyes.

“Good, you are not going out without a fight. I respect that. It makes you the man I fell in love with. How do you plan to get her back?”

“I will fight him if I have to. I may not be as strong as he is, but I’m smarter.”

She shook her head. “Men!” She turned around a bit to look straight at me. “If you can beat the heck out of him, good for you. Maybe a little revenge won’t hurt, but will that help you get her back. If she chooses not to go with you and instead seeks solace with him, nursing the wounds caused by her jealous husband, what good that will do?”

I was quiet. She had a point there.

“Prove your point with her. Show her you can be the dominant she needs so badly.”

“How do I do that?”

“You show her by example. Show her what you can do to this woman. If you can do it to her, you can do it to Sylvia as well. Words alone will not convince her. Prove what you are worth.”

“Where would I find such a woman prepared to go through all of this?”

“You are looking at the one.”

“You?” I asked stupidly. I am a moron. I know.

“Women are attracted towards a man who is involved with another woman. It makes him more desirable, valuable, and that he can handle another slave, makes him a master she can idealise. She will only believe you own me as much as you owned her once if she sees the proof. The proof of the pudding is in the eating. I made an appointment with this tattoo artist. Unlike many women of today, I have a complete blank canvas. No little Celtic fantasy lines on my back, no flowers near my feet, and not a butterfly to be found on my shoulder. My skin is a virgin, and I want you to mark it as your own. You have my permission to place your stamp anywhere on my body, to prove that you own me.”

“Why would you go to such lengths to help me if your sole aim is to help me win back my wife? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m not stupid. It is clear to me that your love for your wife surpasses any love you may have for me. I cannot compete with her, so I won’t even try. As long as I am in your life, I am fine with being your second wife, your slave, or even your object of desire. I don’t ask much. I just want you to be around.”

“You are not on drugs, are you?”

Her face contorted with a mix of shock, hurt, and anger as the accusation hung in the air. “How DARE you accuse me of that?” she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. “I lost my sister to this—do you think I would ever go down that same path? Do you know what it’s like to watch someone you love destroy themselves, and then to be left with nothing but grief and memories? I would never, never put myself or my family through that again.” Her eyes filled with unshod tears, her voice growing quieter but no less firm. “Don’t you dare judge me or make assumptions about my life. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

Her pain was evident in every word, each one a shield against the unfair accusation. She looked at me. Her face slowly softened as the anger ebbed away. As her furrowed brows relaxed, the intense glare in her eyes faded, replaced by a calm, steady gaze. The tension in her jaw eased, and her lips, once tightly pressed, parted slightly as she took a deep breath. The flush in her cheeks gradually disappeared, leaving her expression serene and composed. As the storm within her receded, a sense of tranquillity settled over her, bringing a quiet calm.

“It is unnecessary to spend an entire lifetime with someone in order to develop powerful feelings of love for them, master. Ever heard of a thing that people call love-at-first-sight? Many women on this planet will agree with me that a simple look can be enough for a girl to fall in love.”

“I’m sorry about hearing about your sister, kitten. Retreat your claws, please. I won’t do you no harm. Your immense selflessness is just so incredibly overwhelming, something I never thought was attainable.”

“I do like to be called kitten, Sir and I am sorry for yelling at you.”

Without another word, she gave me her cellphone. She pushed the little arrow into the frozen picture and the movie started with Jutta sitting in her office behind her desk. Naked. With her titties above the table and a smile on her face.

“My name is Jutta Petska. By the time you are watching this, it’s too late. I will be dead or severely injured. And I know you, the authorities are will do your utmost to investigate this because you want justice to be done that all of your leads will lead to this one man, and his name is Koen de Groen, a Dutchman. I have no idea how familiar you are with BDSM-games, but if you’re not, find someone who is. They can explain what’s behind this video better than I can.

Of course, I don’t want to be injured or die. But there is always a risk that we take when we are playing these games. I know the risks. But I want to state here that I took these chances, knowing what could happen. Our games were adults playing with both their consents. I asked my best friend Frieda to come here to witness the recording of this video. Frieda, can you tell me if I am forced in any way to say this on tape?