Chapter 23: Petra

As usual, Jill, my long-time cleaning lady rang the bell at 7:50. Going to the door I was surprised to see she was not alone: she was accompanied by what at first glance looked like an attractive, but unusually muscular girl.

“What’s up Jill, have you brought reinforcements?”

“Yes and no, I’ve been telling you that it’s getting too hard for me to clean for you. Don’t forget I’ll turn 65 by the end of the year and retire. When it was only your old apartment it was OK, but now with the big studio added to it, it’s just too much for me. I talked to the agency about retiring and they agreed it was indeed time for me to store away my brooms and hang up my bucket, so they provided a replacement. This is Petra, she is from Poland, she’s got youth on her side at 36. I’m sure you will like her, she used to participate in bodybuilding contests, but just as I was getting too old and not enjoying cleaning anymore, she found there was no longer any fun participating in these bodybuilding contests.

She keeps her body in shape though and loves to pose, and I happen to know you like to take pictures of skimpily-clad girls with stunning bodies. With her, you will get two for the price of one, a very good cleaning lady and a model with a killer body. Today I will show her the ropes, afterwards when we’ve finished and if you’re happy you can keep her on, or I’ll get the agency to find someone else for you. Don’t worry, if that’s the case I’ll come as often as required to train someone else until we find the right person for you.”

That was the longest speech I had ever heard Jill make in the many years she cleaned for me. Petra looked at her, slightly flushed. “You don’t have to tell uh ... I think Jill forgot to introduce us.”

“Oh yes, I am Lew, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Mister Lew, Jill loves to tell everybody about my old life as a bodybuilding model, you shouldn’t pay any attention to that.”

“Don’t worry I am not, and it’s just Lew please. I’ve known Jill for many years and I know her through and through, and she me. I bet she has told you a thing or two about me as well.”

“Yes, she did, especially about your specialty in nude photography.”

“Jill, what did you do that for, you naughty girl, I never asked you to pose in the nude for me did I?”

“No you didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have loved to do it when I was younger.”

“Really, god if I’d only known, I would surely have asked you, but you being married and all, I never dared. But hey who knows, now that you will have loads of free time...”

“No it’s too late now, I’m too old for something like that.”

“You are never too old to pose for nice photos, just a few weeks ago I photographed a 52-year-old woman and she was stunning. Let me make an appointment for you.”

“In your dreams!”

“No I mean it, you are a beautiful woman Jill and as far as I can see still in very good shape.”

“Yeah keep on dreaming Lew and let me just do the cleaning.”

“OK but I still want to keep my options open.”

“Come on Petra, let’s leave this dreamer to his photos and start cleaning the place.”

The two of them disappeared into the studio to go about their cleaning business. I went back upstairs for a leisurely breakfast on my second free day of the week. Around 10 I went downstairs with Jill’s cup of tea. I had brought one for Petra too, hoping that she liked tea as well - she did.

“So ladies, everything to your satisfaction?”

“Yes, this is a big studio you have here,” Petra replied.

“Yes, regrettably one of the main reasons for Jill to leave me after all these years, but I can understand it: she’s not getting any younger and this was a big place to maintain, certainly after my previous small apartment. Where is Jill by the way?”

“I don’t know, she disappeared a while ago, I saw her going into one of the rooms back there.”

“Mmmm I wonder? Shall we investigate where she went? Care to join me?”

“OK.”

Petra had pointed to the room giving access to the staircase into the cellar. I knew that Jill was very curious about what was in that cellar, she had never been there, and I’d never volunteered any information. She probably thought this was the last opportunity she would get to find out. We went very quietly down the stairs. It was rather dark, just a small security light burning. I suspected that Jill would be very nervous, and I didn’t want the poor curious dear to get a heart attack with us bursting in and switching all the lights on, so I whispered to Petra, “Ask her in a whisper if she’s here.”

“Jill are you down here?” Petra asked in a whisper.

“Uh ... yes, has Lew come down with the tea yet?” She whispered back.

“Yes, he has,” I whispered back.

“Oh, you’re here,” she replied, clearly startled.

“I am indeed Jill, shall I switch on the light so you can satisfy your curiosity?”

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, but you were always so secretive about this space.”

Switching on the light, revealing all the different contraptions in the club I heard a sharp intake of breath, in stereo, one from right behind me and another from a few feet in front of me in the cellar.

Almost in unison, they said, “Oh my god what is all this?”

“This ladies is a BDSM dungeon, and before you ask, it’s not mine, I just rent the place to our local fetish society. If you are interested I can give you a demonstration, but then I will have to ask you to take all your clothes off.

“No, no, I’m OK I don’t need a demonstration.” Jill quickly replied.

Petra remained silent, an indication of her interest? I wondered.

“Well Jill, is your curiosity satisfied now?”

With a guilt-ridden face, she replied, “Uh ... yes, let’s go back upstairs and drink our tea.”

She couldn’t get out of there fast enough, almost running up the stairs.

“Careful Jill, I don’t want you to have an accident on your potential last workday for me.”

“I’d be interested to see more and maybe get a small demonstration,” Petra whispered.

“I think you and I are gonna get along real fine, how about you come back tonight, after 7, and I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“I’ll be there, you can count on it, I’ve always been curious about this BDSM stuff, I even went once to the Fetish Café in Antwerp, but this looks so much better, especially if I get a private tour.”

We went upstairs and had our tea, well the girls had tea I had coffee. As I’d done for many years when it was just Jill, I asked them to come to the apartment to have their lunch together with me. After lunch, Jill stayed to clean the apartment, while Petra went back downstairs to continue with the studio and do the shop. By 4 they’d finished. I came down together with Jill.

“Well, Jill after all these years I need to say goodbye to you for the last time.”

“Let’s make it quick Lew, or I’ll start to cry.”

“Me as well dear. I’ll miss you, but I’m sure your two grandchildren will keep you busy, they will be thrilled to have their granny all to themselves, every day of the week. Keep in touch, after all, it’s not as if you live in another country.”

“We may spend some more time in Spain now, especially during the winter months.”

“I can imagine you fleeing our cold country in winter to warm your bones in Spain. Benidorm is it, where you usually go?”

“Yes, we always go to the same place, and we usually see the same people every year.”

“So you can tell the agency that I am very happy with Petra. I hope you’ll be happy with me as well Petra, and you will come back?” I said with a wink.

“Yes, I’ll see you next time,” she replied, giving me a thumbs up.

When they were gone, I picked up the phone and dialed Tanja’s number.

“Hey Tanja, Lew here, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Oh my landlord wants to ask me for a favor, I’m curious, please do tell.”

I told Tanja the whole story of Jill’s curiosity trip downstairs and her replacement by Petra and the latter’s interest in the lifestyle...”And I wanted to ask you if it’s OK for me to give her the grand tour this evening? I hope there was nothing planned in the dungeon?”

“No we have nothing planned for tonight, you can have the place to yourself. Remember you will have to make sure that afterwards there are no blood or other fluids anywhere on the floor or the equipment,” she said with a chuckle.

“I don’t think anything will happen to cause fluids of any kind flowing. I am curious though, she’s an ex-bodybuilder, she might be an interesting member down the line. If she’s interested, people practicing that discipline have great bodies to look at and they can stand pain much better than your average housewife, in fact, most of them crave it, a bit like most of your members.”

“You might be right there, keep me posted of the visit and if you need assistance, just give me a ring and I’ll be right there. Oh, make sure you take some pictures.”

“Will do Tanja, thanks, I owe you one.”

7 o’clock sharp the bell rang: Petra seemed to be keen. I buzzed her in and she came straight up to the apartment. She looked quite different from this morning, her darkish brown hair was loose, she wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt, hugging her boobs, with her nipples trying to poke a hole in the material, the outfit was completed with a very short jeans skirt, showing well-formed muscled legs, especially her thighs looked well trained. She could have stepped right out of the James Bond movie Golden Eye, in which the Bond girl’s specialty was killing agents with her thighs. The part was played by a Dutch actress named Famke if I remember correctly.

On her feet she wore sneakers.

“Can I offer you a drink? A glass of Champagne maybe?”

“You want to get me drunk?”

“Absolutely not, besides I heard that Polish girls don’t get drunk all that fast and certainly not from one glass of Champagne.”

“No that’s true I can hold my liquor rather well.”

“Excellent, Champers it is then, where does your interest in BDSM come from, if I may ask?”

“Partly because of my bodybuilding hobby, when practicing, like in most sports, you suffer. Your muscles are really put to the test and after a practice session, they hurt, but that’s it then. My guess is when you suffer pain in an SM session, the purpose is to have a pleasurable release at the end, right?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, I am not an expert, so I am not sure I can give you the correct full information, I can only tell about what I’ve seen and experienced in the very short time I have been subjected to the lifestyle. The inauguration last Saturday was intense, I saw and experienced things I had never seen or experienced before. I acted as Master for one of the girls, but just for the one evening. I have played around with some of the members and with the toy slave of the club’s president, but that was it. So do you get a pleasurable release at the end? My slave did, I made sure of that, but I don’t know about everybody else. What do you think, shall we go downstairs?”

“Yes please, I am so curious.”

“Remember, this place is not mine, I just rent it out to the club, and I got permission from the president herself to show you around, she even volunteered to come over if you wanted more information.”

“Wow, this is the royal tour then, even with the blessing of the president.”

“Yes, so try to make the most of it.”

Entering the ‘dungeon’, as I liked to call it, Petra looked around, not knowing where to look first.

“There is so much here, far more than in the fetish café. I recognize some of the things, like the St. Andrew’s Cross and the winches, they have them there as well.”

“Would you like to try a small session?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, what would you like to experience?”

“Can I try a whipping? I want to experience what it’s like to be whipped.”

“Yes, but I will have to ask you to remove some of your clothing then, whipping is done on the naked skin.”

My words weren’t even cold when Petra pulled her T-shirt over her head baring her perky boobs. They were beautiful, standing straight forward, adorned by almost nonexistent areolae, which were in turn, crowned by the pencil eraser nipples that I had seen already trying to poke holes in her T-shirt. She seemed aroused by the idea of experiencing a whipping but not certain where to go.

“Also the skirt please,” I said.

She quickly zipped down the skirt dropping it on the spot, leaving her in white cotton panties and sneakers.

“Excellent, now give me your hands and come to the ‘star attraction’ spot in the center of the room. Oh, you need to be completely naked for this, so could you remove your panties as well please?”

“Sorry but I’m not confident enough yet to remove my panties.”

She stuck both hands out for me to put some soft handcuffs on them, each with a Velcro closing. Lifting one arm I attached the clip to one of the cords hanging down from the ceiling, spreading her arms attaching the second as well. Her body was now stretched, arms wide and her boobs well exposed.

“To make sure you won’t use those killer thighs of yours on me, I’m going to fix your feet to a spreader bar.”

As it was a first-time experience for her, I took it slow, picking a cat-o-nine tails flogger. Swishing it a few times in the air, she looked fearfully at me. I applied it lightly to her abdomen, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. Bearing in mind what I had learned I kept flogging lightly making a figure 8, over her boobs and her stomach. After about 6 or 7 lashes, I hit her hard. She cried out.

“Ouch, that hurt!”

“That’s what it’s all about, first I warm you up with light lashes and as we go along it gets harder and harder. Then when you are nicely warmed up I will use different whips. You’re sure you want to continue?”

“Yes, I want the full experience.”

“OK, I’m gonna apply some oil on your skin, to make sure it won’t break, is it OK if I touch your body or boobs with my hands?”

“Yes no problem, go right ahead.”

“OK, but I will have to remove your panties, else they might get dirty with oil.”

“No, I don’t want you to, besides it will be impossible the way you’ve got me tied up.”

“Yes, I can Petra.”

“How?”

“Simple, I cut them away with pair of scissors.”

“No, no don’t!”

“Trust me you’ll love it and besides don’t worry I’ll get you a pair of new ones.”

She started to wiggle, trying to get away from me and my scissors.

“Stop wiggling about or I might cut you.”

She didn’t stop, so I took matters into my own hands. I attached a cord to the spreader bar and hooked it up to the winch pulling her up till she was completely suspended, legs and arms wide open, her butt hanging down a bit. I pulled her up high enough so I could take up a sitting position between her spread legs, my face directly in front of her panties, I started cutting away wondering why she didn’t want me to see her pussy. She had a very hairy pussy, could that be the reason?

“Are you ashamed of your pussy Petra?”

“Yes, it’s so hairy.”

“I love it, it’s so beautiful I’m even gonna give it a kiss.”

Which I immediately did, taking in her aroused smell and a first tentative taste of the moisture forming on her labia.

“Now I’m gonna have to punish you for denying me the pleasure of your divine pussy.”

Getting up I picked up the flogger, moving around her, swishing it in the air, surprising her when I hit her from behind between her legs on her pussy.

“Oww that hurts!”

“That’s for being a naughty girl trying to hide your beautiful bush from me.”

Hitting her a few more times, I noticed she wasn’t having the fun she expected, despite her explicit wish for an SM experience. Because of all the hair around her pubic area, it was hard to see if her pussy lips became too red and painful, so I limited the number of hits I made. Maybe I should try some nipple clamps or clothespins on her?

“How about you try some nipple clamps?”

“Does it hurt?”

“Basically everything in SM hurts, some things more than others; shall I try it on one nipple then?”

“OK, but if it hurts too much promise me you will remove it quickly.”

“Sure, but give it a bit of time to settle, at first it really will hurt real hard, but it will be less once you get used to it.”

I chose a simple wooden clothespin for her first experience, the metal ones being far more painful, I knew as I tried some of these things on myself, to know how much it hurt. Pulling on her erect nipple, I put the pin on, releasing it slowly and increasing the pressure as it clamped down. Her face contorted in pain, but she soldiered on, allowing me to put the second one on her other boob. In the end, it wasn’t her thing really, after about a minute she asked me to remove them, which I quickly did. I sat down again in front of her, I placed another kiss on her pubes, enticing a moan from her lips.

“This feels so much better, please keep doing that please.”

That’s all the encouragement I needed to go to town on her cunt, though after a while I had a better idea. I let her down again, but just until she could stand on her toes, still completely stretched, her lean muscular body beautifully on display. I needed to get some photos of this.