Chapter 29

Slowly, I was fucking her wonderful tight ass. You cannot compare it to a cunt fucking. I wasn’t worried I would come too quickly. If I would, I would simply start all over again. I felt great.

“Do you think I will not only fuck your ass, but fuck your cunt as well?”

She held her head back and gargled.

“Good guess. The cunt is only for my wife. It is my weird idea of fidelity.”

“Next question: If I was to divorce Sylvia, would you marry me?” I fucked her hard now.

She swallowed her mouth full of pee and showed her audience with her tongue out of her mouth, and left them speechless.

“Good girl. Take another sip.” She did, but a bit more than a sip. I stroked her loins in an appreciative gesture.

“Thank you. Do YOU think I will divorce Sylvia?”

She swallowed again. This time with a little more difficulty. Few of my readers realise that pee is lukewarm when it leaves your body. And it doesn’t smell very nice either.

“So you say I will divorce Sylvia and will marry you? I think you are right about that. But if I simply want to replace her, why bother coming all the way here? Ah wait,” I panted now, “Intermission folks,” as I fucked her like a madman and erupted like a volcano into her bowels. Our public was silent as a shadow.

“Good girl, you may collect your reward, and after you have cleaned this soiled dick, you may make it hard again.” She did a wonderful job. This whole power thing got to me. Even if Sylvia didn’t come back, I would feel devastated but not as broken as before.

“Wonderful job, little one. Pity it has to go back into that dirty hole, well at least now it’s a bit lubricated inside. Head inside the bowl, little one until I am completely inside.” I had been right. It wished I had used lube, as it was easier for me as well, but that was not an option right now.

“I hope you are grateful for allowing you to remove that foul taste from your mouth, little one. Now, before we interrupted, I was asking you why bother coming here to pick up Sylvia. Well, obviously not as my wife anymore, that ship has sailed. Wait, perhaps she could be a slave, you slave. Would you like that little one, being a slave and having a pain slut at your disposal? Yes or no?”

She swallowed and showed her tongue to Sylvia.

“Good girl. Take a sip pretty one. Oh my, your ass feels so good. I can’t wait to fuck your cunt as well. Perhaps I should play a little with your clittie. It’s much more sensitive than my ex. Oh, that feels good. Go on and fuck me instead of the other way around. Concentrate Master Koen.” I said to myself with difficulty.

“So you want her to give all her belongings to you, including all of her clothes and jewellery, cellphone, watch, her ID-cards like you would own her?” I resumed.

Again, Jutta swallowed and showed her tongue. She dunked her head in the bowl again but, as there was less urine in it now; it didn’t splash all over the place anymore.

“And do I own you slave Jutta, who is soon to be my wife?”

She swallowed again and pointed with her bound hands at her tattoo. As she opened her mouth, Sylvia stood up and ran away. Helga went behind her.

“Grab the bowl, little one, and pour the remaining liquid over your hair,” I said. Obedient as always, she spread the yellow liquid over her hair, her face, and it dripped all over her body now. I untied her hands. Nadu position, pretty one. She knew that one. Someone who owns a BDSM-club knows about Nadu.

Slowly Martin, our only spectator left, starts a hand clap. I was uncertain if he meant it sarcastically, but he got up, smiled, and shook my hand.

“Well done, Koen. Respect. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were capable of it.”

I shrugged, feeling a slight release of tension in my shoulders. “I love her.”

“Your actions show that you not only comprehend what needs to be done, but also have the integrity to follow through with it.” The question is, can Sylvia admit it to herself she needs this? Helga is with her now. Best you hose off your slave and give her some loving back.” Good advice from the king of aftercare. I kissed her deeply and tasted the filthy urine taste on her tongue. What is the English expression ... What’s good for the goose is good for the gander?

“Whatever the result, little one, my offer to marry you is still on the table. One way or the other, you will be my wife not before long.”

“Are you sure about that, Master?”

“Shut up and let’s find a garden hose.”

I had a thrilled Jutta on my lap that was righteously proud of her accomplishment of this morning. It was the best we could have done. She had drunk a whole water bottle to get rid of the salt, vile taste in the urine. Salt can be dangerous in large quantities. She also had a snack to settle her stomach some. We sat like that for over an hour. Helga and Sylvia came around the building and within eyesight. Jutta wanted to get up, but I pushed her down on my lap.

“Stay, little one,” I said.

Helga came to me and said, “I will leave you to talk,” and gently pushed Sylvia my way.

I lifted Jutta from my lap and took Sylvia’s hand in mine. I reached out with my left hand to Jutta.

“No, Master, this is a private thing you will have to discuss alone.” Jutta said.

“Obey, slave. If I want you to come you come with me, understand?” I said sharply.

“Yes, master.”

So with on each hand a wife I walked the opposite direction Helga and Sylvia came from. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take to be empty-handed again.

“You really insist on a divorce, Koen?”

I didn’t answer the question. We walked a couple of minutes in silence.

“Why do you refuse to answer the question, Koen?” Sylvia asked.

I turned to Jutta. “Tell Sylvia why I didn’t answer, little one.”

Jutta stopped walking to look at Sylvia. “You still don’t respect the man. His title is Master Koen. His mastery was clear today, solidifying his status as a true expert. It’s a token of respect that he was expecting from you and as you disrespected him, he saw no reason to answer.”

Creepy, how well Jutta can read my mind sometimes.

“I am sorry, Master Koen. I simply don’t understand you want a divorce after all we have been through together.”

“We have helped each other through terrible times, Sylvia. The days filled with despair are the ones that unite us in a way that cannot be broken. I remember the days you were eight months pregnant, and we found out that our little girl had given up. Giving her birth with no hope of seeing her alive is something that still wakes me up at night. And not you, but I went to pieces over that. And you helped me to cope. It took me almost a year to start living again. I always assumed our bond would survive anything. Because I always had limitless trust in you. Even if people gossiped about you, I never doubted you for a moment. It’s possible that I never saw you as a mere mortal, but as a divine being from another dimension. I was overjoyed when you said you wanted to rekindle our BDSM-past. My life was complete. My happiness was like a balloon, lifting me higher with every passing moment.”

“All the time you stayed here and lied to me and avoided me, I would have forgiven you and taken you back. Even when you drank your piss and got fucked by him in public, I would have forgiven you. In the end. I would. You then claimed that I was too feeble and inadequate to meet your needs. I could have made it through any situation except for your contempt. So yes, we are going to divorce either way.”

Sylvia swallowed audibly. “So why do you want me to go with you and be your future wife’s slave? I simply don’t understand. If you never would want to see me, that’s what I could understand. But do you really want to keep seeing me daily?”