Bad Girl
Copyright© 2025 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
Chapter 14: Sybil
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 14: Sybil - The next instalment in the exciting Dutch Master series, is called Bad Girl. Sylvia, Koen’s former wife, has been replaced by his new love, Jutta. Guilt and Shame fight a fierce battle within Sylvia. So many things happened in her past. Is she worthy of love and belonging? Jutta and Koen’s relentless pressure forces her to confront the ghosts of her past, the sights, sounds and smells that haunt her. Story is written in full. 77k words, 21 chapters. I’ll post a chapter weekly. Enjoy.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Slavery BiSexual True Story Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Incest Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Petting Water Sports Needles Teacher/Student Prostitution
“Mistress?” I asked Jutta.
“What is it, slut?” she said. We were both cleaning the hotel inside out, as potential buyers were going to come and have a look during the afternoon.
“You know what I don’t understand?” I asked, frustration simmering beneath the surface of my words.
“I haven’t got a clue, but I am pretty sure you will tell me in a few moments,” Jutta said drily.
“Why you don’t punish me after all these dreadful stories I have been reading to you? Perhaps Koen knew some of them, most of them. But that’s different. He was my husband, but you confessing all my slutness to you, and how many times I have been awful to Koen must be difficult for you. Why are you not mad at me?” I wailed.
“Is reading all of this out loud for us not enough punishment for you?”
I knew the answer to that. “Mistress, I must say it is not so.”
“I see.” I could see in her kind face that she really understood why I needed more that just pity. Or forgiveness. Or contempt. My body needed to feel so my brain could come to terms with all this sudden openness. I must make amends and pay the price to regain my wholeness.
“Do you need Koen, or just me?” Jutta asked.
“Both,” I said without thinking. “I wronged both of you.”
“Have you told us all your secrets now, my slut?”
“There is just one left, mistress. One huge mistake I made.”
“Tell us tonight, so we can deal with this tomorrow. We have no time for it today, anyway. And we have wasted enough time with you today. Get a move on, slut!”
May, 17th
“Hey, soul sister, Ain’t that your sister on the radio, stereo?”, sings my older sister off-key on the phone. Madness runs in our family.
“Hey, girl.” I say to Sybil, my eldest sister and friend. “Long time no see.” And heard. That’s the relationship I have with both my siblings. Even if we don’t see each other for a while, we take off where we have left.
“I need you.”
My sister never said she needed me. My sister is independent and generous, offering assistance to others rather than requiring it.
“What happened?”
“I’d rather not talk about it on the phone.”
“I will come to you, then.”
“You can’t. I’m in Switzerland staying with Harold and Yvonne.”
“Oh. OK.” Koen’s go-to phrase for procrastination.
“I don’t know what to do, sis. She is gone.”
“Who is gone?” I ask, not very intelligent.
“Amanda.” Sybil says.
Until she married her dream girl, I guess I always assumed that Sybil’s preference for girls was just to spite my dad. It came as no surprise to me that Amanda, her wife, was very much like me. Sybil’s word was the rule within their household. And they both seemed happy with that. I know Sybil thinks she trained me as her submissive. In reality, it was the other way around. If Sybil was a good mistress to Amanda, she had me to thank for.
“But you were...” I started.
“Let’s not talk about it. I just wanted..., I don’t know what I want. I’m just lost, you know?” Sybil breaks down, crying. Crying your heart out is my job, not hers. This is not normal. I have to do something.
“Listen, let me talk to Koen for a moment. I will call you right back. I promise. Everything will be alright, girl. You’ll see. Hang in there, ten minutes at the most, OK?” Not pausing to see what her response would be, I immediately end the call and quickly speed dial Koen’s mobile phone number. Why did I call Koen? I know the answer before I called. Koen is Koen. As soon as he heard Sybil was in trouble, his first response was: You should go today. But it’s in Switzerland, Koen. Book a plane, Syl. In all of modern history, I’m quite possibly the most spoiled and pampered wife. I called Sybil, giving her my flight information so she could pick me up from the airport.
“I feel so guilty for making you come all the way down here.” Sybil said and meant the opposite.
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