Chapter 27

“What about Sylvia? Are we going to get her back or not”, Jutta asked.

“What has changed, little one?”

“Only that you said that you suddenly found out you are a Daddy Dom at heart, something I have always said, by the way. But at the same time you have realised I think that treating Sylvia like a Daddy Dom will not help you getting her back.”

The rest of the day we spent talking about ‘battle plans’. She gave me a ton of suggestions I never thought possible. But I took them seriously. She was the one that had lived with a masochist for all of her life. That brought the conversation to Ilse.

“I almost forgot that Ilse is still staying with HIM.” I owned my own Lord Voldemort now. He Who Must Not Be Named. “That means we have to consider her safety if we get Sylvia away from him.”

“That depends on your point of view, Master. To you all blame is on Martin. He is the evil impersonated. But to me, Martin is just a Master that can provide my little girl with the necessary life experience. Yes, he pulled a crappy stunt here, but there were two people involved, and they both prepared for this, the lube included. Martin has Helga and Ilse. I’m sure he can find a replacement for Sylvia quickly. So I have no worries over Ilse at all.”

I do not know if she is telling the truth about this, but I will have to trust her judgement and I told her that.

“Thank you, Sir. It means a lot to me.”

It appeared that the plans to get a tattoo had been temporarily halted, and I found myself feeling somewhat relieved about it. The rest of the day, Jutta spent planning for her absence. And we each slept in our separate rooms. She may have been in love with me, or not, but as long as I was married, I was not sleeping with another woman.

Since I had booked my room until Monday, I checked out and insisted on paying the full price. Jutta came out with a suitcase and a little make-up-box-thingy. Our first discussion had already started prior to us getting underway. On the loading floor of my van, she undressed.

“What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer, and when she was completely naked, she opened her suitcase. Most of the suitcase contained all kinds of BDSM stuff. She took out a few of hemp ropes. She leaned against the wooden panelling of the car.

Smiling, I commented, “They designed it for the safe transportation of all kinds of cargo, not naked girls.”

She pulled a sleeping mask out as well and blinded herself thus effectively. Her legs slightly spread she bent her elbows so the back of her hands were resting against the rough wood and her palms facing me.

“Please do not untie me Sir until we reached our destination.”

“What? Am I supposed to drive you like this to North Germany? You must be joking. What if the police pulled us off the road and they see you?”

“I have sent that video you saw yesterday to your phone, Sir. I suggest you show it to them if you get into trouble.”

“This is madness.”

She sighed. “With all due respect, I don’t want to battle you on every small decision, Sir. The reason we agreed to do this was to impress your wife. We all know first impressions are the ones that last. We are not playing a game here, Sir. I suggest you get your mindset in the right order.”

“Ouch.” Without further comment, I tied her ankles to the first board and upwards. So I used a lot of rope, using every board to make sure she couldn’t move, although there was some slack in the ropes. This was a ten-hour drive or more with my slow Transit van. I took a picture for my before and after photo collection. The sides and the back doors of the Transit were both closed, so people could only see her from the front window. And even then, you had to look very well. As long as I drive within the speed limits and give other motorists the right of way, we should have no issues.

“I appreciate you are not putting a gag in my mouth, Sir. Perhaps you should have the last two hours, but it would be nice to chat a bit to pass the time.” She said after we left her hotel and turned towards the Autobahn.

We drove on the A9 all the way from Feuerburg to Berlin. The first stretch of road through the mountains was beautiful. I stopped at one of the tank stations to get some diesel. Checked on Jutta. The ropes were still all nice in place. When I wanted to take her sleep mask off, she responded furiously.