The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 55 - End Of Term Report

Dusseldorf, February 1933

A week later they were back in the same position but this time Sable was wearing her Mistress outfit as this was a formal interview with her novice.

“I have reviewed all the reports that Mistress Scylla and Mistress Sybille sent me about you and, they concur with my own conclusion that you are worthy of admission to the Sisterhood of Dominatrix as Miss Spiteful!”

Kathi gave a whoop of joy at this announcement and clapped her hands as Sable smiled indulgently. She had to admit to herself that it was difficult to recognise the beautiful and confident woman kneeling before her as the same shy and nervous shop girl from two years before.

“You will never make a cordon bleu chef however,” Sable continued, “despite mine, Mistress Sybille and Mrs Beeton’s endeavours. Getting out of bed in the morning still requires a considerable effort and the assistance of a loud alarm clock on your part and you must learn to control your temper. Apart from those minor failings, you have proved to be a model and enthusiastic novice. You are interested in finding out more about your new profession and improving your techniques. Your cruelty is measured to your clients’ tastes but also innovative yet, you have proved yourself at times to be compassionate, which is an unusual combination. Mistress Scylla has told me of the way that you dealt with Willi, your good idea to employ a maid and your interest in transvestites and transgenders. I had a transgender maid a few years ago who did not progress to be a dominatrix but now lives successfully in the female role. I found her to be very loyal and she attracted a lot of interest from my clients. Be very careful who you select if you decide to engage one for yourself; they do not all turn out to be reliable. Make sure that they are devoted to you by looking after them.”

Sable fitted a cigarette in her long holder, lit it and puffed pensively before resuming.

“Mistress Sybille is very grateful for the way that you revived her business and reawakened her own interest in it. I have been worried about her for some time. Jacqueline was a teacher when she became pregnant by a colleague who disappeared rather quickly when she broke the news to him. She then found out that he had also been having sex with some of the girls in the school. She took it very badly, resigned from her job and could not face her immediate family. As a Catholic she could not go through an abortion so Scylla and I looked after her and taught her to be a Dominatrix during her pregnancy. She loves Heinz and he is the centre of her life but she still suffers from the guilt of being an unmarried mother and punishes herself with alcohol and unworthy love affairs. Hopefully, you have broken that depressing cycle for her. Incidentally, we caught up with her runaway lover a few years ago. I had put the word out about him amongst the sisterhood and he turned up in Berlin, teaching at another school and preying on the girls again. I took Sybille with me and was waiting with some of the members of the local sisterhood when he was lured to one of their dungeons. He was beaten and tortured and Sybille crushed his testicles in a vice.

That reminds me; you are thinking about going to Berlin after your induction and I would normally recommend you to the local Dominafuhrer, however my good friend Mistress Swift has recently retired and I do not trust her successor. A much younger dominatrix called Miss Seraph has somehow got herself elected but I find her quite detestable, which is unusual for a fellow sister in the order.”

Sable frowned as she tapped the ash off the end of her cigarette as if she found even discussing another Mistress’s shortcomings distasteful.

“However”, she continued “Mistress Swift’s last novice happens to be a cousin of Mistress Sybille and also a distant cousin off Scylla and myself. I suggest that you put yourself under her wing for a while when you arrive in the city. She calls herself Miss Sapphire and was training to be a nurse when her father lost everything in the depression. She kept her uniform and decided to be a Dominatrix instead. I believe that she specialises in baby training, something that I have always found quite messy. I have met her and she is quite a pleasant character, although Sybille tells me that she is a lesbian with a fondness for cream buns and alcohol between love affairs. In fact, I think that we shall invite her to your initiation so the two of you can size each other up; there is only a few years between your ages”

Kathi nodded agreement, happy for any arrangement that would aid the start of her solo career.

“Now”, Sable indicated that Kathi should use the pencil and notepad on the nearby table, “We must get on with planning your ceremony. We will hold it here on the twenty seventh of February, using the dungeon for your induction and then throwing the rest of the house open for what ever sadistic or sexual practices you and your guests wish to engage in. These events are always looked forward to in the Sisterhood so it will reflect on me as the Dominafuhrer and your tutor and Scylla and Sybille as your sponsors if we do not give you and everyone else an occasion to remember.”

Kathi grinned in anticipation as she held the pencil poised to make notes.

“You will have to pay part of the cost of the drinks,” Sable continued. “I will also contribute and will get the rest of the money out of Scylla. You might have noticed that she is not mean, just forgetful about paying.” Mistress and novice smiled in accord at that. “Now Sybille is the best cook and will provide all the food but we will help her out if the cost is too great. She will also take over my kitchen although she might need some help in the preparation.” Sable steepled her fingers as she stared at the ceiling. “Guests! We will have to invite all the members of the Sisterhood to whom I am Dominafuhrer. Don’t worry, they will not all come but they can bring one guest with them, be it slave or lover. Scylla, Sybille and I will of course be inviting our favourite clients and you will have your own guest list of slaves, friends and lovers,” Sable raised an eyebrow at Kathi. “But most important of all, you need a compliant slave for the blood sacrifice. I take it that you have someone in mind.”

“Oh yes, I know just the right man for that job.” Kathi stopped scribbling with the pencil and nodded, smiling slyly.

“You can invite any Nazis you know if you wish,” Sable frowned again. “I believe that you have been involved with a couple of them. I suppose we should get used to the fact that they are not going to fade away now that they are in the Government. It might be power sharing but I cannot see them putting up with that for long. They will use some pretext to rid themselves of the other parties. What worries me is that their vision of a new Germany taking revenge will result in war. Just suppose that, in a few years time, Adolf Hitler orders the Army to re-enter the Rhineland. Will France invade to prevent that? We will all be in the front line here. I do not want my Friedrich, or Willi or Heinz dying in another war”.

Sable’s voice cracked as it rose in pitch and she seemed almost on the verge of tears before shaking her head and recovering her composure.

“On the other hand, the Nazis might ban us if that Goebbels is to be believed. The ones who come here tell me that is just to impress the public. Personally I have found them as depraved as the rest of us and even bigger snobs when they find out that I am a baroness. I keep telling Scylla that she should use her title. Her mother was my father’s sister and she married a Margrave. That was why the family was so upset when Scylla wanted to marry her Wilhelm, who was a humble railway clerk. He was a lovely man, never in good health and, when even the Army turned him down, he went and joined the Navy. Never went to sea though. He spent the war in a damp and draughty hut at Cuxhaven, intercepting British Naval signals, which probably brought on the Tuberculosis that killed him after the war.”

Sable looked mournful again and Kathi tried to change the subject.       

 “Will you be inviting Ernst Stressler?”

“Certainly”, Sable replied. “Don’t worry, he told me all about your little escapade and how sensitive you were. As well as being a client, Ernst is a very good friend and it was he who went out and brought my husband back into our trenches. Alas, Albrecht was too badly wounded but I will always be grateful that he passed away with dignity in a hospital and not alone and in agony in a shell hole. Ernst and I have found consolation in each others arms but we will never marry because, as I think you know, there would be not one but two ghosts between us. But I too am grateful for the way you dealt with Ernst. He tells me that his nightmares have diminished since and he is less self-conscious about his face. I said that you were compassionate but that was the act of a true friend.”

Sable held out her arms and, when Kathi rose to her feet and approached, gave her novice a warm hug.    

  


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