Ugly Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
23. Club Kinky Kinta II
That evening there were only six of us: Sandor, Ciaran, Ilse, Jutta, Sylvia, and I. We spent the evening playing Risk and Monopoly. Ilse and Sandor were gaming fanatics. Yet, after a long game of Monopoly—grumbling about the strange Dutch street names instead of the normal Scottish ones—Ciaran walked away with the win. That made me proud, strangely. He, who was mine, just as I was his, had won. That made his victory mine as well. If you know what I mean. After nine o’clock at night my voice had locked, as promised.
For those interested, there is only one advantage to number three. It makes the assfuck after he pulled out the plug a hell of a lot easier.
Tomorrow is the opening of Kinky Club Kinta. It’s the club Jutta used to run with her daughter, Ilse. A small, private club, only for members or those invited to join. It’s where Koen met Jutta and eventually married her, after Sylvia made the mistake of letting herself be seduced by Martin and Helga. Koen brought her back, and after a long and difficult road, Sylvia finally ended up as a sub of Jutta, here on this farm. The farm, which has not been a farm for a long time, will be home to a BDSM club as of tomorrow. As in the German club, Jutta’s house is part of the clubhouse. A temporary solution because of Sylvia’s sudden return to the Netherlands.
When I see how happy Sylvia looks now, it almost makes me feel guilty for having had her with me for so long. Jutta has a dominant influence on her, and as I said, it’s super obvious they adore each other. Just as sincere and valid as a relationship between a man and a woman is the love that exists between two women. Even looking at them act together makes me happy. Today, Ciaran and I are invited to have a look at their house, and the new club as well. With number 1 in my ass and Ciaran’s cum leaking from my cunt, all nicely hidden by my ankle-length skirt, we walk towards them, into the yard.
Ciaran suddenly stops and turns to me. “Zuzanna, I love you. You are such a treasure. First you were Sylvia’s saviour, and now you’re mine. You should know that every time I call you ‘ugly girl,’ what I really want to say is, ‘Zuzanna, I love you’. In that moment, that wonderful, precious, emotional moment, I feel a river of sperm meandering a path over my inner thigh and I suddenly can’t stop giggling. I could tell from his shocked reaction that this wasn’t what he’d expected or hoped for, and all I could do in a panic was throw my arms around his neck and my legs around him, giggling.
“Sorry,” I hiccupped, “but just now an army of hundreds of thousands of tiny seeds ran disappointedly down my leg. And now ... Now it’s on my skirt.” I had to laugh again. “Can you feel them? They are on your pants now as well. Maybe you’d like a few back from me? I wore a black, tight top with a V-neck that showed quite a bit of cleavage. No bra, no panties — the rule for this trip. He pulled my head back by my hair. And kissed me. Words are beautiful and moving. Actions are exciting and arousing. My pussy was leaking now, not only from his fluids.
“My Master, I love you so much. I wish there were words to tell you how much,” I breathed to his lips. “But I can’t, so the only way I know how to show you is by trying to be the best submissive a Master could wish for.”
“Today, always stay within arm’s reach of me. It doesn’t matter where, but I need to know you’re only an arm’s length away.”
“Understood, Master. I will stay within arm’s reach for you today.”
“Good girl. We have kept Sylvia and Jutta too long already, I think. They are getting impatient.” He was right; out of the corner of my eye, I saw them walking towards us. Still pressed against him, my breasts pressed hard against his chest, my hands safely behind his neck, and my legs high enough around his waist for him to walk, we walked towards them.
I whispered in his ear, “This is two centimetres, Master, not an arm’s length.” I laughed again.
“Sir, I feel incredibly lightheaded. Perhaps it’s because of the lack of oxygen from your thick cock in my mouth.” And that was so funny again. I didn’t need a drink to get drunk.
“Time to put your ugly legs to work again.” Master said stern, after Jutta and her slave girl were within hearing range. I unhooked my legs and jumped to the ground.
“Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir.” I said and stole a kiss on his neck before I let him go.
Jutta sighed. “You two look so much in love, it’s adorable, but some of us are trying to remain emotionally stable over here.”
“Like hell, we do,” cried Sylvia and jumped up to Jutta in the same way I had done a few moments ago and showered Jutta with butterfly kisses.
Ciaran laughed at Jutta’s expression and winked at her. “It’s contagious.”
Jutta probably wasn’t strong enough to hold Sylvia for so long, because she jumped to the ground.
“You came to see our house, but you came mainly to see the club from the inside, I think,” Jutta said. “Come on in.”
A house is a house. When you’re not living in it, a living room is just a room with furniture that clashes with your taste. When you’re not making love in it, a bedroom is just a room with a bed in it. A kitchen is just a collection of pots and pans. And a bathroom is the wet corner of the house. We said the obligatory “Oh” and “Ah’s”. We dropped the occasional “beautiful” here and there. She had been right. I wanted to see the club. I wanted Ciaran to see the club before tomorrow so he would know what to expect.
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