The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 57 - Anything Goes

Dusseldorf, February 1933

Miss Spiteful removed her mask and looked around the room; apart from the group watching Lembit ejaculate into Sybille’s mouth and waiting their own turn, most of the other guests had split up into couples and were making use of the equipment and furniture for torture or sex in the dungeon or one of the other rooms. Nearby however, a naked Ernst Stressler was treating Manfred’s bloodied back and burnt pubic area. Despite his injuries and still being in pain, her sacrificial slave certainly bore Miss Spiteful no ill will and, at his request, she masturbated him again with her own hand while allowing him to nuzzle her breasts which were still smeared with his own blood. Ernst waited for them to finish before resuming his cleaning and dressing of Manfred’s wounds. He smiled and nodded as Miss Spiteful whispered a promise in his ear to meet him later.

She moved from couple to couple, accepting their congratulations and salutations by participating in French kisses, masturbations, cunninglus and the beating and torturing of slaves or another mistress.

Sylwia, wearing a bright pink costume with a skirt so short that her stocking tops were on show, and a ridiculous pillbox hat perched on her head, lurched across Miss Spiteful’s path. She was somehow managing to carry a large plate of food, a lighted cigarette and a glass of champagne (not her first, Miss Spiteful judged) in both hands. “This is great party”, she announced in a slurred voice and then burped as she leant towards Miss Spiteful and continued in a whisper. “Do you think that I too will get beaten and fucked?”

“I can almost guarantee it”, Miss Spiteful chuckled.

“That is good. That is good”, Sylwia said more to herself as she moved on, still balancing plate, glass and cigarette.

“Hello there, my name is Sapphire”.  

Miss Spiteful turned to face a woman in a mistress uniform clutching two brandy glasses, one of which she held out.

“Here, I think that you’ll need this. My own induction day was just over a year ago and I know what a strain it is when you have to grant every request; especially if you are like me and do not like sex with men.”

Miss Spiteful took a sip of her drink and studied her benefactor before replying. She saw a good looking woman as tall as herself but a couple of years older. Sapphire had golden blonde hair, wide painted red lips and big brown eyes that gleamed as she also looked Miss Spiteful up and down. Miss Spiteful could not help but notice that Sapphire was rather plump in her face and thighs.

“Actually, I rather like men but I do prefer to choose which ones I have sex with”, Miss Spiteful replied and disappointment replaced the gleam in Sapphire’s eyes.

“Are you really Sybille’s cousin?” Miss Spiteful asked to change the subject.

“Oh yes,” Sapphire looked off into the distance. “Sable and Scylla as well but there’s no titles or money on our side of the family. Jacqueline’s father was only socially acceptable to them because he was a very good doctor, even if he did marry a French girl and of course my father was only a businessman who went bankrupt in ‘twenty-nine. Not that the others have had any money for years. Sable managed to marry into a rich family but the Poles seized all their estates.”

The corners of Sapphire’s mouth turned down and she took a drink before suddenly brightening and taking a step closer to Miss Spiteful.

“I’m so glad you are coming to Berlin. You can stay with me for a while; I don’t mind. I’ve got a nice apartment off Bülowstrasse and it’s big enough for both of us. Of course my spare room is my dungeon but I’m sure that we can share everything and will get along well together.”

Miss Spiteful smiled her gratitude but had no illusions about what Sapphire meant by sharing and getting on together and resolved to make it a high priority to find her own premises in Berlin.

“I’ve never been to Berlin”, Miss Spiteful said. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Oh yes!” Sapphire gushed. “It’s such an exciting city. I love it; there is always so much going on. Of course the Nazis have promised to clamp down on what they call the dens of vice and in their first month the Polizie have raided some of the brothels and homosexual clubs but I do not think that they will bother us. Our new Dominafuhrer, Seraph, has said that she will protect us if we all do what she says but I trust her less than the Nazis.”

“Well that sounds as if life there is going to be very interesting,” Miss Spiteful clinked her glass against Sapphire’s. “Na denn prost! I must move on. Thank you for the drink.”

“Of course,” Sapphire gave a conspiratorial smile. “I’ll see you again later.”

Miss Spiteful blew out her cheeks as she turned away and continued her progress around the dungeon. Much as she had taken to Sapphire, she had no intention of forming a permanent lesbian relationship with her.

In the small group was waiting by the door, Friedrich hastily passed the cigarette back to Willi that they were sharing. Like the other two boys, he wore a crisp white shirt, leather lederhosen and white socks. Miss Spiteful thought that he looked very handsome ands he had to remind herself that he was just fifteen. Friedrich puffed his chest out and stood to attention as she halted in front of him.

“Very well, Friedrich,” Miss Spiteful sighed. “Get it out.”

Friedrich smirked as he hastily unbuttoned his flies and exposed his already erect penis. Miss Spiteful quickly masturbated him while allowing him to touch her breasts and genitals and finished with a full tongued kiss after he had ejaculated.

“We all want to be your slaves, Miss Spiteful,” Friedrich said as he wiped himself dry with his handkerchief and then rebuttoned his trousers. “We don’t mind if we have to be branded and whipped.”

At that, Heinz burst into tears and said that he didn’t want to be burnt and punished and Miss Spiteful gave the boy a hug before Friedrich could clip him around the ear to silence him.

“Willi!” Miss Spiteful looked up at the next boy in line. “You and I have unfinished business. Drop your shorts and bend over.”

The cheeky grin on Willi’s face quickly vanished and he looked about as if considering flight before shrugging his shoulders and doing as he was ordered. Miss Spiteful selected a cane from a nearby rack and gave Willi six stinging, but not too hard, strokes across his bottom.

“That was for taking things from me without asking,” Miss Spiteful said. “I told you that I would not forget. Now is there anything that I can do for you?”

Willi winced  as he pulled the straps of the lederhosen back over his shoulders and then shook his head before reaching out to grasp the hand of a figure who had been standing well to the rear of the boys.

“Not really but I would like you to meet my friend, Gretel. She is the one that I took the photographs for and does all that for me.”

Miss Spiteful realised that the slightly built child with tightly curled blonde hair and wearing a dirndl was in fact another boy. Pale in face despite the application of make up and looking very nervous he gave Miss Spiteful such a look of fearful apprehension that she prised him away from Willi so that they could talk without being heard.

“Do you like being Gretel for Willi?” Miss Spiteful asked.

He bit is lip and shuffled the black polished girl’s shoes that he wore before replying. “I don’t mind really although I’m not keen on the name Gretel. The clothes are nice and Willi is so kind to me. I let him kiss and hold me and I rub his penis for him. Lots of boys at school do that to each other anyway. What I really like is dancing in a skirt for him and Sylwia. I want to be a dancer but my Papa says that the Nazis will not let me do anything like that. He says that you must be a Nazi too because he has seen you in Köln with them.”

Miss Spiteful frowned as she remembered that the name over the front of the local camera shop in Cologne was Rabinowitz and realised that, although he lacked the facial characteristics of his race, Willi’s little friend was Jewish.

“Well I’m not a Nazi and I’m certainly not going to hurt you or your family,” Miss Spiteful said firmly. “What would you like to be called instead of Gretel?”

“My name is Aaron, so I prefer Annie. Please Miss Spiteful,” he continued, “my penis went stiff when you were caning Willi just now. Why did that happen to me?”

Miss Spiteful gave the boy a hug. “Do not worry Annie, that’s quite natural. Now if ever anyone causes you trouble or if I can help you in anyway you tell me or Willi’s mother, Mrs Marschall. Do you understand?”

Annie nodded and smiled gratefully as Miss Spiteful put her arm around his shoulder and led her back to the group. 

“I don’t care what Heinz says”, Friedrich said defiantly. “I for one will be your slave. You just have to call and I’ll come and join you in Berlin!”

“If ever I need any of you, you can be sure that I will send for you,” Miss Spiteful said and then shivered as cold finger of premonition ran down her spine.

It was some time after midnight when Miss Spiteful found that her bedroom was no longer in use for copulation or torture and was able to lock the door. She was determined to keep it for herself and Lembit to spend the rest of the night together, if she could find him on his own. Whenever she had spotted him on her previous tours of the house, he had always had at least two women waiting for another one to finish having sex with him and, at her last sighting of him, he had been looking very exhausted.

Miss Spiteful herself was feeling very weary. Her arms and shoulders ached from the number of beatings she had administered, her corset was sticking to her sweat soaked body and her back and buttocks stung from a lashing and several canings that she had had to accept herself. Not that there had been any lack of sexual encounters either; she had had  a frantic standing copulation in an alcove with Ernst Stressler, her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his and her fingernails tearing into his naked back as he rammed his penis into her. There had also been anal sex on a couch in the lounge with Bridgette, another of her personal guests, whose naked transgender body has aroused a lot of curiosity amongst the other Mistresses which the diminutive Belgian was quite happy to satisfy. Scylla, wearing a strap-on dildo, had been penetrating Miss Spiteful on the padded table in the dungeon when the little blonde revealed that, unbeknown to Sable, Lembit had spent the previous night at her apartment in Cologne and the two mistresses had to terminate their act because of their fits of giggles. More bizarrely, Miss Spiteful had urinated in the down stairs water closet to an audience of masturbating male slaves but, most recently, she had been in a three-way lesbian encounter on Sable’s bed with Sybille and Sapphire. They had all climaxed in shattering orgasms and Miss Spiteful now felt very wobbly on her legs.

Many of the guests had departed by now but there were still enough in the house enjoying the free license of the induction orgy and to make use of nearly every room and piece of furniture and equipment. Miss Spiteful could hear anguished screams coming from downstairs; further down the passage she could see the writhing shadows of a couple coming to their noisy climax in the same dark alcove where she and Ernst had had their sexual encounter and thumps on the ceiling told her that the mattresses laid out in the attic were being put to use.

Following the sound of groans from the nearby bathroom, Miss Spiteful pushed at the door to reveal Sylwia, naked except for a suspender belt, tattered stockings and her pillbox hat, with her legs apart, bent over the edge of the bath and being penetrated from behind by a grunting and heavily tattooed slave who Miss Spiteful knew was a deckhand on a Rhine Barge. Totally oblivious of being observed, Sylwia was groaning out loud and shouting “Tak! Tak! Wiecej! Wiecej!”

Miss Spiteful pulled the bathroom room to again and proceeded unsteadily on her search for Lembit. She paused outside the boy’s room and gently turned the handle so she could peer around the door. The only illumination was from Friedrich’s bedside lamp and he looked up from the illustrated book that he was reading to see who was entering. From the flushed look on his face and the tented bedclothes over his midriff Miss Spiteful guessed that the book was of a pornographic nature but she put a finger to her lips as she crossed over the bunk bed to check on the others. In the top bunk, Heinz had curled himself up like a hedgehog and all that could be seen of him was a few strands of brown hair on the pillow. In the bunk below however, Willi and Anna lay asleep each others arms, their faces almost cherubic in the soft glow of the lamp. With a warning gesture at the grinning and masturbating Friedrich, Miss Spiteful tiptoed out of the room and softly closed the door behind her.

Stepping round a Mistress who was being given oral sex on the top step by a slave, Miss Spiteful went downstairs just as a disheveled Sable appeared in the hallway leading a naked Lembit by the hand. Hers and Miss Spiteful’s eyes met and Sable snarled again, making a clawing keep off gesture with her free hand. Miss Spiteful paused on the bottom step and pondered on how she could outwit the Dominafuhrer when there was a loud hammering at the front door.

Frowning, and still keeping hold of Lembit, Sable opened the door to admit a fully dressed and rather worried looking Ernst Stressler, who Miss Spiteful knew had gone home at least two hours before. Another burst of screaming from a tortured soul in a nearby room meant that Miss Spiteful could not hear what message Ernst had for Sable but there was now a look of alarm on the older woman’s face. Miss Spiteful crossed over to the door herself; covertly slipping her own hand into Lembit’s free one at the same time, and asked Ernst to repeat what he had said.

“I’ve just had a telephone call from a friend in Berlin.”  The white scars were standing out on Ernst’s taut face and he had to take a deep breath before he could get the next sentence out. “Someone has set fire to the Reichstag and the Nazis are letting it burn to the ground!”  



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