The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 56 - Arise Miss Spiteful

Dusseldorf, February 1933

On the afternoon of the 26^th of February, Sybille and Heinz arrived at Sable’s front door laden down with shopping bags. The waiting Sylwia was ordered into the kitchen by Sybille and the door was closed firmly behind them. Occasionally there was the sound of a crash followed by a slap and a scream, after which Sybille would emerge for a cigarette, a drink and a grumble about the stupidity of the Polish nation.

The next morning Kathi went off to the hairdressers and returned to find Sable greeting guests at the door but she herself was swiftly grasped by both arms and escorted up to her bedroom by Sybille and Scylla. All three stripped naked and then spent sometime painting each others faces, using far more makeup than Kathi would have thought necessary. Then the two mistresses dressed in the same costumes that they had worn two years before when Kathi had taken her vows as a novitiate. Now however there was a similar costume for her to wear. 

After being given permission to remove her slave harness for the last time, Kathi was forced into a tight bosom less black basque that so compressed her ribs and lungs, she found it difficult to breathe. Black silk stockings were drawn up her legs and attached to the dangling suspenders after which thigh length, skin tight black leather boots with ridiculously high heels were tugged up her legs and laced down the front. She needed the others assistance to stand unsteadily upright and then stagger around her bedroom until she walk without falling over.

Rouge was then heavily applied to everyone’s nipples and Kathi was propped up against a wall while Sybille and Scylla more used to the restricted and ungainly outfits, sat and smoked as they waited for the appointed time for the ceremony to begin. At last they stood up, rubbed each others and Kathi’s clitoris to erection, sucked the juice off of their fingers before drawing on long tight black leather gloves and pulled another pair up Kathi’s arms. After a final kiss all round they both put on black felt masks shaped like cats eyes, grasped Kathi’s biceps and helped her downstairs to the dungeon.               

Kathi’s head was already swimming with the excitement, lack of oxygen and the effort to stay erect that it was a moment or two before she realised the size of the crowd waiting to greet her. So many in fact that, even with all the equipment moved out or pushed back against the walls,  the dungeon door had to be left open to allow those who had been unable to find room inside to hear and see a little of the ceremony from the passage. Kathi and her escorts squeezed their way through to the small space left in the middle of the crowded and candlelit dungeon where the uniformed and masked Sable sat in her large metal armchair. Behind her and flanked by two candles was an easel on which rested a framed but unglazed painting which Kathi could not make out properly in the gloom as she was lowered to her knees in front of the chair.

After a few moments, Sable rose to her feet and addressed the room.

“As it is above, so it is below. Sisters of the Rhineland Order of Dominatrix and honoured guests; since our beloved Goddess founded our order in the dawn of time, we have devoted ourselves to challenging the domination and exploitation of our gender by man by using the skills that she taught us. To acquire those skills and join our order is not an easy task but requires devotion and dedication on the part of any new entrant. Who will testify on this novice’s behalf?”

Kathi had already been coached on all the aspects of the ceremony by Sable and waited patiently as Scylla and then Sybille related that she had completed two years as a novice, having proved herself adept in all the arts and skills of a Dominatrix, and been loyal, honest and supportive to her mistresses.

For her final test, Kathi was helped to her feet again and handed a cat o’nine tails so that she could lash the back of Manfred Elkhart from Duisburg, who had been all too willing to be her sacrificial slave even after hearing what that post entailed. He masturbated during the beating, blood spraying from the cuts on his back, and his ejaculation came shortly before Kathi’s own blood spattered body was racked with the orgasm that she had worked herself up to. Manfred then lay on his back, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists as Kathi tottered towards him with the red hot branding iron that she had lifted from a small brazier beside Sable’s chair and applied the end to his shaven lower stomach. There was a hiss, the sharp whiff of burning flesh and Manfred screamed, writhed and then sobbed with pain as Kathi lifted the iron to reveal the SS brand burnt into his soft flesh. Kathi had devised it herself and had had the branding iron made for her by a local ironmonger. As yet, people still did not associate the twin S’s with the Nazi Leader’s protection squad, the Schützstaffel.

Kneeling again, Kathi recited her oath to uphold the laws of the sisterhood and never refuse to come to the aid of another member of the order after which Sable rose from her seat and dipped her gloved fingers in the blood dripping from Manfred’s wounds. As she touched Kathi’s face and bare breasts, Sable welcomed her into the order as Sister Spiteful and asked for the approval of the assembled company who chanted ‘As it is above, so it is below’, followed by cheers and applause.

Sybille removed Miss Spiteful’s slave collar so that Scylla could replace it with a black velvet collar, from which a gold S dangled, and then hung a black velvet cloak over her shoulders and fastened that with a little gold S clasp. Finally, Miss Spiteful was given her own black velvet cat’s eyes mask to slip over her head.

“Sisters and honoured guests!” Sable called out above the hubbub. “That concludes the ceremony, the orgy can now begin. As you all know, this is a day of celebration when no demand for torture or sex can be refused, even from a slave, so please enjoy yourselves. Only the children and any pregnant women must be excused. I don’t think that anyone here today is expecting but that will probably change by the end. Please feel free to use any room in the house, except again for the children’s’ room, which is labelled. Try not to occupy the WCs for too long, queues outside can build up quite quickly. There are lots to drink and, thanks to Sister Sybille, plenty to eat in every room. I must insist however that no drugs are used on the premises. Sister Spiteful will circulate amongst you so that you can honour and congratulate her.”

There were more cheers as Sable turned away and drew Miss Spiteful to one side.

“I am now going to tell you the Word,” Sable said in a low voice. “It is the secret name of our Goddess and after today you will only speak it initiate another novice when you yourself become a Dominafuhrer, as I am sure you will, or to call for assistance from another Sister. Equally, if you hear the Word spoken, it means that a Sister is in distress and you are bound by your oath to go to her aid. Do you understand?”

When Miss Spiteful nodded, Sable put her hands either side of the new mistress’s head and pulled it close to her own so that she could whisper in Miss Spiteful’s ear. After that, she gently turned the head around so that both of their lips could meet in a long passionate kiss. Sable lowered one of her hands to Miss Spiteful’s genitals which she began massage vigorously and moments later, the compliment was being repaid to the lips of her own labia until they both shuddered, groaned with ecstasy and their juices ran over each others gloved fingers. Sable had no sooner broken her embrace when Scylla threw her arms around Miss Spiteful’s neck and thrust her tongue between her former novice’s lips. They clung and gyrated together until their mutual climax and Miss Spiteful was preparing herself for a similar coupling with Sybille but she merely gave a hug and a kiss before muttering an apology and promising to be more respectful later.

Sybille turned away and hurried over to the group of black corseted Dominatrix surrounding a bemused looking Lembit, who was totally unaware of how the reputation of his endowment had spread throughout the Rhineland. Using her elbows and a mixture of German and French curses, Sybille forced her way through to face Lembit, dropped to her knees and, expertly unbuttoning his flies exposed his long penis to gasps of awe and amazement from the others.

Miss Spiteful was startled by a snarling noise close by and turned to see that Sable, who had removed her mask, was watching Sybille performing fellatio on Lembit with narrowed eyes in a face that had twisted with jealousy. Miss Spiteful wondered if hers had been the only invitation that had gone to Lembit in Berlin and what exactly had been his motives in accepting. Since she had her own plans for being sexually satisfied by him she realised that she would have to out-maneuver her Dominafuhrer to achieve that.

Scylla, who had been watching them all with some amusement, took Sable gently by her elbow and led her away. “Come on Sable, let’s get the boys to take the brazier out before someone knocks it over and burns your house down. Miss Spiteful, can you extinguish the candles?”

Snuffing out the candles gave Miss Spiteful the opportunity to examine the picture on the easel which seemed to be of an ancient wall carving or tablet and portrayed, by the large breasts and prominent labia, of a naked female with a cat’s head and small wings on her back who was lashing the back of a masturbating man kneeling at her feet. She realised that her beating of Manfred had just reenacted that scene.



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