Set in 1956, against the background of the Suez Crisis, Miss Spiteful and Ingrid attend an English Country House party where blackmail is on the menu. When Miss Spiteful is accused of murdering an old enemy, Ingrid races against time to find the clues to prove our Mistress’s innocence.

The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 1 - The Distant Drums Of War

Bury St Edmunds. October 1956

“This is the BBC Home Service. Here is the One O’clock News. Heavy fighting continues between Israeli and Egyptian forces on the Sinai Peninsula. The Egyptian President, Colonel Nasser, has rejected an ultimatum from the British and French Governments for both sides to cease fire and withdraw from the area either side of the Suez Canal. British and French Forces are gathering in the Mediterranean where it is believed they are about to intervene in the fighting. Soviet tanks are said to be advancing on Budapest to crush the uprising in Hungary against the Communist regime. We have a report from our Special Correspondent in the city. Opinion polls in America are predicting that the incumbent, President Eisenhower, will be re-elected with an increased popular majority.  Two more Local Authorities in Britain have banned the American Film ‘Rock around the clock’ to prevent young people dancing in Cinemas during performances……”

I turned the radio off, crushed my cigarette into the ashtray on the kitchen table and dabbed at the tears in my eyes with my handkerchief. I could hear the Regimental Pipes and Drums playing ‘Highland Laddie’ on the parade ground and David thumping around upstairs as he packed his personal kit. His other bags were already on a truck bound for the troopship at Southampton; he and the rest of the battalion would follow in the coaches, now waiting at the barracks in Bury St. Edmunds.

I could not bear to see him go. The last time that I had waved goodbye to him from the dockside in Hong Kong, he had been brought back to me from Korea on a stretcher. Having lost two previous lovers to war, I really dreaded what would happen this time.

“That’s it!” David threw a heavy bag onto the floor near the front door and then came to join me in the kitchen. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged my neck.

“I’ve packed my books. I might as well get some studying done on the sea voyage.”

David, having achieved his promotion to Major was now preparing for the next hurdle in his career. If he was to progress any further he needed to be selected for entry to the Staff College. Passing out from there would get him staff appointments, red tabs on his collar and the chance of commanding a Battalion or even a Brigade.  

I had been helping him study, which was not a problem for me. By the time that the Argylls arrived in Berlin, having been delayed by an emergency deployment to British Guiana to prevent interracial riots, I had been living there for five months.

With David’s agreement, I had enrolled at the new Free University (the old University was in East Berlin) to take a degree in Modern Languages. There had not been any problems as I had the real Ingrid Schaeffer’s credentials and record of resistance. The University Faculties’ failure to protest when the Nazis had arrested, tortured and executed young students who had joined the White Rose movement was a shameful blot on German Academic history and admitting me probably eased their guilt. Besides, I was paying my own fees although they did know that it was from looted Nazi Gold. Such sweet justice, especially as my own ambitions had been postponed by joining the SS in 1939.

I had enjoyed my student years, even initially without David, as I had ventured back onto the Berlin scene, contacting Rudi to find out where the action was and visiting several clubs and venues in my Mistress costume. To my pleasant surprise, people remembered me, especially our last dramatic appearance and I was not lost for slaves to abuse, admirers to worship me or old friends to talk to.

But, to my alarm, I had just finished lashing one slave when I turned to find myself face to face with one of the female postgraduates from the University. I had never spoken to her but we both knew each other by sight. After a few moments I realised that she was just as upset as me at being recognised and that she was dressed as a submissive.

We moved to the bar and started talking. Her name was Greta, had fled from East Germany after graduating from Leipzig University and was a year younger than me. She frequented the scene because she yearned to be dominated by both men and women. My evil mind noted that and, after caning her backside and mildly abusing her nipples and genitals, I invited her back to the flat that I rented to continue the session. Fawnlike, she gratefully accepted and, once there, I soon had her in bondage while, stripped to the waist, I abused and sexually stimulated her. Her eyes widened when I eventually revealed my male genitalia but she smiled, licked her lips and wiggled her naked torso at me. I let her suck my penis until it throbbed and then thrust my shaft into her wet and willing vagina. We climaxed together, Greta grunting and gasping for breath as my semen shot into her.

I released her so that we could get drunk together and a wild night of sex and sadism followed. We met regularly at my flat for more sessions until David finally arrived and I moved into married quarters with him. Greta and I continued to see each other at the University and the occasional venue that I attended when David was on duty, but I had to be more circumspect with the Battalion in the city in case I was recognised.

Greta finished her studies the following year and I buckled down to my own. My examination result was announced before we left Berlin to move back to England and the framed Degree on the living room wall proclaims me to be ‘Frau Doktor Ingrid McNair’. David’s pleasure at my success was increased when, wearing only my graduation robe with its purple hood and thigh length boots, I caned his buttocks and then let him bugger me.

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