The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 51 - A Transgender's Tale

Cologne, May 1932

Lembit had to rise early to return to Dusseldorf for a lecture at his University and, wandering naked around the apartment in search of a razor, entered the kitchen as Sylwia was cooking breakfast for Willi. Her jaw dropped when she saw the size of his flaccid penis and there was a wistful smile on her lips for days afterwards. Kathi and Scylla remained cuddled together in the younger girl’s bed until mid morning before they rose in search of relief for their bladders and a pot of hot black coffee. After lunch, Kathi prepared for a client while Scylla announced that she was off to meet some friends at the Steam Bath, no doubt, Kathi mused to herself, to make them envious with her description of Lembit’s male appendage. Thus it was that Scylla missed the drama when Kathi, dropping her sweaty rubber uniform into the laundry basket, spotted a set of her best underwear which she knew that she had not worn. It took only a quick feel and a sniff of the sodden knickers to reveal the culprit to her and she was waiting to confront Willi when he came home from school. The boy did not deny his guilt but broke down in tears as he confessed everything to Kathi. She was still very angry but decided not to punish Willi right then but, in the meantime, extracted a vow from him never to take anything from her room again. She did however cane Sylwia for letting Willi wear her clothes and Scylla could not help but notice her son’s and her maid’s tearful eyes when she returned home. Kathi had agonised over whether to tell Scylla what happened but it was her Mistress who brought the subject up later when they were having a nightcap before going to bed.                         

“Sylwia is petrified that we are going to dismiss her”, Scylla puffed at her cigarette and gave Kathi a sideways look. “You should know that she told me as soon as Willi propositioned her and I gave her permission to carry on, provided that they did not have sex, but you were right to punish her for letting him wear your undies. That was unforgivable.”

Kathi raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You knew?”

“Of course,” Scylla waved her hand dismissively. “I know about them both stealing my cigarettes and my cosmetics and wearing my clothes. I don’t mind at all and I’m not worried about Willi. Lots of males get excited about wearing female clothing or other males that do. Willi’s father performed very well, even when his health started to fail him but he always got an extra thrill from the touch of silk knickers or stockings and I let him wear them sometimes. There was a boy in my school who was a bit effeminate in manner and was caught wearing his sisters’ clothes by his parents. They took him to the doctor, he was electric shock treatment and put in a mental home where he committed suicide. That is not going to happen to Willi. He is my son and I love him. If Willi feels compelled to become a transvestite, a transgender or just a transvestite lover then I will not prevent it. From what Sylwia says I’m sure that it is probably the latter but I will still protect him. He can wear what he likes at home now and have his friend around to dress up as well. He does however, deserve to be punished for taking your clothes and soiling them, please go ahead whenever you want.”

Kathi nodded her head. ”I felt that If I had caned him today he would have taken it for the transvestism rather than the theft and I didn’t realise that you knew. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I will not forget his punishment but I feel better that the matter is out in the open. In fact”, Kathi continued. “I have to admit to being a bit fascinated with Transvestites and Transgenders as well. Of course, I had never heard of them in Essen but Sable has a couple of clients who dressed up in frocks, maid’s or nurse’s outfits or just undies to be punished although I had never before met men who dressed openly as women or wanted to be one until I came to Köln. I would like to find out more and get to understand what drives them but it’s impossible to talk sensibly in those noisy clubs.”

“Tell you what,” Scylla took a sip of her brandy. “Why don’t we pick one each at the next venue we go to and invite them to come here some evening? You can ask yours what makes her tick and I can find out if mine can fuck as well as any other man.” Scylla giggled and pressed her fingers to her lips. “I get a few clients bring their boy-girl friends along to be punished but I’ve never had sex with one. We could let Willi meet them, he’ll probably swoon.”

Willi did not faint but, not having been warned beforehand, was lost for words when, a week later, he was introduced to the two transvestite visitors. Sylwia, shook her head and muttered in Polish as she served drinks and snacks to her mistresses and their guests before locking herself in her bedroom but Willi, for the first time that Kathi could remember, came back to kiss her and Scylla goodnight before going to bed. He was still goggling at the newcomers and his little erection pressed against the front of the nightdress that he was now permitted to wear.

Kathi’s choice was a pretty Belgian brunette in her late twenties who called herself Bridgette while Scylla had selected a tall, broad shouldered German Blonde with the name of Lula. Introductions and refreshments out the way, Scylla and Lula were soon embracing and groping each others breasts and thighs while Kathi and Bridgette continued to chat amicably together, even after the other two had left the room. 

As a young boy in Louvain, Bridgette’s family life had been disrupted by four years of German occupation during which her father had been away in the Army and her mother had been hospitalised for long periods, leaving her upbringing in the hands of elder sisters. By the time that the family was reunited after the armistice, Bridgette was used to being treated as a girl and only half heartedly being deterred from dressing as one. Parental objections meant her reverting to boys’ attire but she continued to wear her sisters’ clothes in secret. The onset of puberty made the urge stronger and more open resulting in Bridgette being taken to the Catholic Parish Priest for prayer guidance but he had been more interested in the boy’s backside so the family disputes until she was old enough to leave home. After a few years working as a journalist on local newspapers, Bridgette had managed to get herself assigned as the Rhineland correspondent of a Belgian newspaper group and was able to live and work as a woman, having bought female credentials to go with her male Identity papers, although she sent her dispatches back under her male name.

“No one in Germany has trouble with my female identity and I can live as I want to”, Bridgette smiled at Kathi and then shrugged the straps of her dress off her shoulders to reveal two small but round naked breasts. “My biggest problem is what most people cannot see and that is my body. Breast implants have been around for about forty years and started with Paraffin injections to harden the flesh into lumps, with disastrous results. Fatty tissue from the buttocks and thighs were the vogue for a while but the fat got absorbed back into the body and left nasty scars on the donor sites. Inserts have included ivory, glass balls, ground rubber, sponges, sacs and tapes made from various synthetic substances and ox cartilage like these. They might look authentic but they just do not feel right.” Kathi reached and touched Bridgette’s breasts, feeling the unnaturally hard substance beneath the flesh and noting the lack of bounce and the scars on the chest at the foot of each mound.

“What I would really like are induced rather than implanted breasts and there has been work going on. Some men do grow breasts naturally and others from the result of scientific accidents. American, Swiss, Austrian and German Scientists have been isolating female sex hormones for a while and they believe that, within a few years, women can receive injections to treat female conditions and cancers but just think what might happen if they get given to men. As a journalist, I can follow all this and I think that the day is not far off when I can grow my own breasts and might even change the texture of my skin and my hair.” Kathi filed all this away in her memory for future reference as Bridgette lifted the hem of her dress above her waist to show her stocking tops, garters and the bulge of her testicles in her knickers. “The other problem is a surgical one. I can get myself castrated but no one has been able to construct a vagina which can be penetrated so I decided to keep my prick and balls. You are the first person who has been interested in the way I live and what made me what I am, although I do get a lot of men and some women who just want to have sex with me. I suppose that is what I am really here for?”

Kathi raised her eyebrows at Bridgette’s directness but assured the Belgian that, while sex was expected, she was genuinely interested in transgenders and transvestites. When she asked if payment would be required, Bridgette laughed. “That’s not necessary in your case. I do charge some who I know are just using me but, if I am treated well, I just lay back and enjoy it. I’m not sure about Lula though. She claims to be a photographic model but the pictures that she poses for are the ones that appear in the wire stitched books that you can buy in the pornography shops. She might well present your friend with die Rechnung in the morning.”

Kathi giggled at the thought of Scylla’s reaction and then leant forward to kiss Bridgette on her painted lips. Their tongues fenced for a few minutes while Kathi’s hand stroked at Bridgette’s covered genitals and she felt the Belgian’s fingers roaming over her own cleavage. Kathi felt strangely excited at exploring Bridgette’s body and at the prospect of being penetrated by her ample penis which, by the reaction to Kathi’s touches, was certainly not artificial. After some more petting and groping, Kathi seized Bridgette’s hand and dragged the Belgian into her bedroom where, after, swiftly undressing, they eagerly flung themselves onto the bed. Kathi lay on her side and lifted one leg, gasping as Bridgette cuddled up behind her and pushed her long hard penis deep into Kathi’s vagina. Bridgette’s arms circled Kathi’s body, grasping at her breasts and squeezing the nipples. Kathi squeaked at the sharp pain and then groaned as Bridgette started thrusting with her hips against Kathi’s buttocks, her hard breasts pressing into Kathi’s shoulder blades.

Although not as well endowed as Lembit, Bridgette had no problems in satisfying Kathi, bringing her to an ear splitting climax as the transgender’s swollen penis pumped warm semen over the soft walls of her vaginal canal. Kathi’s internal muscles gripped the organ and continued to milk it long after Bridgette had ceased thrusting and was gasping for breath. 

Kathi had found the experience especially erotic and trembled with excitement as she waited for Bridgette to recover. “This might take a little while”, Bridgette confessed after ten minutes had passed without her penis regaining its erection. “I’ve never been drained like that before.”

Kathi growled with impatience and then, wrestling herself from Bridgette’s grasp, pulled the startled Transgender off the bed, out of her bedroom and into the dungeon.

Scylla, stark naked, looked up from caning Lula who, equally unclothed, was strapped face down over the whipping horse. “You’ll never believe it”, Scylla snarled. “This dumb ox just asked me for money! I wouldn’t mind but I had to do all the fucking work! I would have had better sex with a corpse. How’s yours?”

“Exhausted already”, Kathi snapped, pushing the open mouthed Bridgette between the uprights of the whipping frame and shackling her wrists and ankles before the Belgian could protest.

“But, with a little encouragement”, Kathi continued. “I’m sure that she will be able to finish the job.”

“Well, if there’s any left, don’t forget me”, Scylla said as she resumed beating the howling Lula.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Bridgette whimpered when Kathi made a couple of trial swishes through the air with the short whip that she had selected.

“Oh but I must”, Kathi grinned wickedly as her fingers trailed over Bridgette’s buttocks and genitals. “But I don’t think that I will need to do too much before you are ready to fuck me again. You were too good to get away with just the one fuck.” Kathi’s nails sank into Bridgette’s testicles and she was rewarded with a jerk and stiffening of the Belgian’s penis.

Six swift cuts across the buttocks with the whip had Bridgette screaming and crying as she writhed against her bonds but her long shaft had risen to a jerking erection in front of her. Kathi paused to pump the foreskin a couple of times and then gave her victim a final six strokes before throwing the whip down.

“That’s better”, Kathi moaned as she stood close to Bridgette and felt the quivering tip of the penis brush the inflamed outer lips of her own labia.

 “It’s no good, I can’t wait any longer,” Kathi muttered, putting her arms around Bridgette’s body and maneuvering her own hips and bending at the knees so that penetration could be achieved while they were both standing up. Having got herself into a satisfactory position, and cooing with pleasure at the feel of the member filling her vagina, Kathi began grinding her hips against Bridgette’s.

Still dazed and in some pain from the assault on her, it was a few minutes before Bridgette responded and started to thrust back against Kathi, making the Novice Mistress gasp and groan at each deeper penetration. She was approaching her orgasm when Kathi realised that she and Bridgette were no longer alone and that Scylla arms were also encircling the Belgian’s body from behind.

“One way or another, I’m going to get a decent fuck tonight, even if I have to do it myself”, Scylla muttered as she slid the tip of her strap on, double-headed dildo between Bridgette’s purple striped buttocks and forced apart the muscles of her Sphincter. Bridgette stiffened and screamed at the new and unexpected intrusion, making Kathi jump as well.

Soon, all three were in motion together and Kathi felt her face flush and little beads of sweat break out on her forehead as electric tingles spread out across her body from her groin. Her chest heaved as she drew air deep into her lungs and her lubricant gushed out over Bridgette’s pubic hair just as the first spurts of semen were ejected from her penis. Kathi screamed and clung on desperately to Bridgette as both of their bodies jerked and swayed uncontrollably. It took Scylla longer to come to her climax and Bridgette yelped again and again as the hard dildo continued to pound in and out of her rectum. Then Scylla climaxed, less noisily than the other two, but enough to demonstrate that she achieved some satisfaction.

“That’s better”, Scylla sighed as she considerately withdrew the dildo from Bridgette’s anus. “I need a ciggie and a drink now. Are you two coming?”

Kathi nodded, unable to speak, and waited for Bridgette’s penis to subside and slip out of her now tender vagina before releasing the still sobbing Transgender from her shackles.

Scylla was sprawled in one of the armchairs in the lounge, still wearing her dildo, when Kathi and Bridgette entered. They both downed the brandies that Scylla had already poured for them and eagerly held their glasses out for a refill.

“Well,” Bridgette said at last. “I’ve been beaten up and raped a couple of times but that was something different.” She winced as she shifted on her chair and drew on the cigarette that Scylla had lit for her as she gave Kathi a sideways look. “I hope that you were not disappointed in me.”

“Certainly not,” Kathi replied. “You were very good and I’m sorry that I had to encourage you to perform again.”

“That’s alright,” Bridgette shrugged. “You were quite something yourself. I’ve never needed that long to recover before. I’ll be ready again in a little while if you want?”

Kathi, feeling quite exhausted and just wanting to go to sleep, was saved the problem of declining Bridgette’s offer by Scylla claiming that, since Lula had proved useless, she should be the one who next got the benefit of the Transgender’s penis. Kathi wished them both well, gave them both a kiss and was heading for her bedroom when a thought occurred to her.        

“What about Lula? She’s still tied up in the dungeon.”

“Leave her”, Scylla ordered, her eyes already fixed on Bridgette’s recovering penis. “Sylwia can release her and throw her out in the morning. Serve her right for being a useless fuck and then wanting to be paid for it!”

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