The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

PART 6

Episode 59 - Enter Stiletto

Berlin, September 1936

“That’s it,” Miss Spiteful said. “The Olympics are over. I’ve made a pile of money and I’m going to get out of this madhouse before the lunatics in charge bring it crashing down on top of us!”

Sapphire had been staring glumly into her glass but raised her head to check that there were no uniformed Nazis near their table in the crowded cocktail bar. Even so, after having been in power for three years no German citizen could be sure that the civilian alongside them was not a Nazi agent or informer listening out for dissenting or derogatory remarks about the Party and especially the Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler. Before January 1933, there was a chance that an outspoken or careless comment might lead to being beaten up by Nazi thugs in a back alley but now the beating took place in a cell belonging to the Criminal Police or even worse the new Geheime Staats Polizie, more commonly known as the Gestapo. Both organisations were controlled by Heinrich Himmler and if they considered chastisement an insufficient deterrent then the next destination for the loose tongued was one of the new concentration camps. Cinema newsreels portrayed these as labour camps where criminals and social misfits were rehabilitated. Memories of the brutal mass assassinations by the SS of Erich Rohm, his leading associates and any one else the Nazis disliked, in the Night of the Long Knives in 1934 and rumour (all Germans loved to gossip), told a story of a harsher regime from which few were released. Repeat offenders or those thought to be beyond reform, were executed with a bullet, their bodies cremated and their deaths recorded as natural causes. The undercover operations of the Kripo and the Gestapo made most Germans fearful and suspicious of anyone, including friends, neighbours and even family.

Miss Spiteful however, seemed totally unconcerned as she continued to voice her opinions to Sapphire. “This lot are going to take us into another war and I for one have no intention of being around when it breaks out.” Taking the alarm on Sapphire’s face for doubt, Miss Spiteful expanded on her theme. “Look what has happened; Hitler sent the Army back into the Rhineland, although I heard that the Generals were all wetting themselves in case the French had intervened. If just one Gendarme had appeared on the Kaiser Wilhelm Bridge, the whole lot would have scuttled back out of the demilitarized zone. German transport planes flew Franco and his men from the Canaries to Spain to start the Civil War there and now there is talk of a German volunteer force joining in. Why is Goebbels pressurising the Austrians, the Czechs, the Hungarians and the Soviets and have you heard that there are talks going on with Italy to form a pact with us? It does not sound to me as if we want to live in peace with the rest of Europe.”

At last, Miss Spiteful lowered her voice and leaned across the table towards Sapphire. “My Father was taken on again by Krupps when the Admiral Graf Spee was laid down but since then he has been making armour plate for two new battleships. Now there are orders for an aircraft carrier, cruisers, destroyers, U-boats and enough tanks to equip three divisions. Do not tell me that a war is not coming.”

“Well, you are the one with the Hohes Tiers as clients; I just seem to get the fat party functionaries who want to relive their messy childhoods.” Sapphire shuddered, drained her glass and signaled to the nearest waiter for more drinks for herself and Miss Spiteful who, at last, viewed her friend with some concern. Miss Spiteful hoped that Sapphire was not about to start one of her alcoholic cycles. When she had arrived in Berlin and moved in with Sapphire, Miss Spiteful’s suspicion that she would be expected to be one half of a lesbian relationship proved to be well founded. Much as she was grateful to share Sapphire’s accommodation and dungeon and she liked her sister dominatrix, Miss Spiteful determined to find her own premises as soon as possible and, as gently as she could, let the other know that her adoration was not being returned.

Miss Spiteful’s first act had been to present the card that Goebbels had given her in Munich, at the newly created National Ministry for Public Enlightenment and Propaganda. To the astonishment and annoyance of those who had been waiting ages for an audience, the Minister himself had excitedly limped out to greet Miss Spiteful and then usher her into his office. Goebbels’ assumption was that she had come looking for work and he was happy to offer her a position in his ministry and his bed but, smiling sweetly, Miss Spiteful told him truthfully what her profession really was and outlined the services that she offered. She also made it plain that sex was not included but she could otherwise indulge the Nazi’s deepest and darkest fantasies. In return for an introductory discount, she expected him to recommend her to those of his colleagues who he knew would be interested.

Despite his disappointment and frustration, Goebbels was nevertheless intrigued and then aroused by Miss Spiteful’s proposition and an appointment was made for her to visit him in his private apartment when his wife was absent.

Miss Spiteful prepared carefully for one of the most important sessions in her career, investing in a facial, a visit to the hairdressers, a new leather costume and borrowing some of the adult sized little girls dresses from Sapphire’s wardrobe. She began by quickly disillusioning Goebbels of any expectations that he would be in command and that sexual intercourse was part of the scenario. Despite quaking inside, Miss Spiteful ordered the Nazi to strip naked and then dress in one of the frocks and don a pig-tailed blonde wig. To her relief he obeyed without question, as he did when he told him to bend over and be punished with a cane for some imaginary naughtiness. As her confidence grew, Miss Spiteful added verbal to the physical abuse that she inflicted on Goebbels; ridiculing his looks, his deformed foot and the size of his manhood as well as cursing him as hard she beat him each time he tried to grope her body.

The longer the session went on, the more sexually aroused Goebbels became and Miss Spiteful now found herself having suppress a fit of the giggles at the sight of one of the four or five most powerful men in Germany, dressed as a little girl, his wig askew and his erection bulging his knickers as he pursued her around the room. At last, she allowed him to masturbate over his frock and then, after a final beating, packed up and left the apartment before she exploded with laughter.

Miss Spiteful’s investment paid off and Goebbel’s kept his end of the bargain as she received telephone calls from a succession of men wanting to make appointments with her. Not all were Nazi’s but most were influential in Government or Business and usually wealthy, allowing her raise her session charges almost immediately without question. Talking to her new clients, Miss Spiteful found that most of them had thought their masochistic or submissive desires secrets between them and their usual dominatrix. Then they had had a telephone call from the Gauliter of Berlin’s office (another post that Goebbels held) directing them to a new mistress and she realised that the Nazis and their security agencies must already hold substantial dossiers on the citizens of the Reich.

As she started to move around Berlin’s society and underworld, Miss Spiteful was building up her own files on clients, potential clients and anyone else who might be useful to her; making her notes in little black books and later transferring them to a index cards. She soon tapped into the gossip that any seat of power generated and found out a lot more about their new masters than most German citizens knew.

Despite their claim to be guardians of the country’s morals and culture after the excesses of the Weimar years, the ruling Nazis were indulging their desires out of the public gaze. Goering was the greatest hedonist and Miss Spiteful soon learnt to resist invitations to his parties which were drug fuelled orgies in which all guests were expected to join in. Rudolf Hess was briefly one of her clients but after one session in which he experienced the same nightmares as Ernst Stressler, she made excuses whenever he wanted another appointment. After a while, the Deputy Fuhrer ceased to call and, when later meeting Miss Spiteful at a party, genuinely seemed to forgotten who she was.

None of the other top Nazis became her clients although she had plenty from the lower tiers of power but that was not because they were any more spotless. All had mistresses, some very young girls, even Adolf Hitler (to Miss Spiteful’s surprise) and (to her greater astonishment) the supposedly prim and proper Heinrich Himmler.

Her clientele was not exclusively the rich and powerful nor entirely German. If any one was willing to pay, they could avail themselves of her services and she catered to a wide cross section of male Berliners and visiting foreigners as well, providing her with a steady income into her bank account and contacts for when she was ready to move on to Paris and London.

After her first three months in Berlin, Miss Spiteful was earning enough to rent a large apartment off the Kaiserdamm, equipping one bedroom as a dungeon, and then summon up the courage to tell Sapphire that she was moving out. Although she was prepared for Sapphire to be upset, Miss Spiteful was shocked by the floods of tears that her news generated, followed by several weeks of alcohol fuelled depression and an eating binge. Miss Spiteful was conscience stricken as she nursed her friend through this period until she found that this happened every time that one of Sapphire’s relationships broke down, usually once every six months. To Miss Spiteful’s personal knowledge, Sapphire had subsequently had seven love affairs, the most recent being an American Magazine Journalist covering the Berlin Olympics, who had since gone home.

One indicator that Sapphire had got over her grief and had found another lover was that she again took care over her appearance and Miss Spiteful noted with relief that, despite the alcohol that her friend was downing that evening, she had lost weight and was looking very beautiful. Her long golden hair hung down to her shoulders, partly covering her face, although not in full peek a boo bang style that Veronica Lake made famous in the next decade, and uncrinkled by any sort of fashionable permanent wave. Her bright red painted lips stood out her creamy skin now that the alcohol and food induced puffiness had gone down. Miss Spiteful hoped that this, plus the fact that Sapphire had arranged the meet so that they could meet a third person meant that there was a new love in her life.

Not that Miss Spiteful had been any more successful in her search for her perfect man. With her access to the top circles of Berlin power and society and, discounting the married ones who were looking for quick sex or a mistress, Miss Spiteful met plenty of handsome, intelligent, successful, powerful and rich men and had affairs with a selected few of them. None however were prepared to treat her as an equal and she had no desire to get involved with any of her clients, even if they matched the rest of her criteria. Inevitably there were Nazis, both political and military, in her selection of potential mates but she found their attitude to women just as patronising as Peter Schnellinger had been. As she complained bitterly to Sapphire; “If one more Nazi tells me that it is my duty to have babies for the Fatherland, I shall make sure that he never gets to father any.”

For sexual gratification, Miss Spiteful several times contacted Lembit, who was researching and studying in the north of Berlin and he was quite happy to meet her in a hotel for a night of mutual passion and satisfaction. She was even quite happy to share Sapphire’s bed on the understanding that it would not lead to a permanent relationship.

In the three months that she had lived with Sapphire, Miss Spiteful had developed the ability to switch off her attention when the other embarked on one her monologues of complaints or self deprecation, nodding occasionally as if she was really listening and interested and had been doing so again when she realised that Sapphire was leaning across the table with a frown on her face.

“Sorry”, Miss Spiteful smiled sweetly. “I was thinking how lovely your hair is.”

Sapphire was slightly mollified and continued with what she was saying. “I know you said that if you ever left Berlin that you would pass your clients on to me but what would I do with someone like Goebbels, or your friend Schellenberg over there?”

Miss Spiteful turned round to look at one of the tables on the far side of the bar where a group of black uniformed Nazis were having a noisy drinking session at the same time as one them looked her way. Their eyes met and Walter Schellenberg raised his glass to her in a salute. Miss Spiteful smiled, waved a greeting and raised her own glass in return.

The young SS lawyer had been one of her earliest visitors in Berlin, wondering why so many of his superiors in the Government and Party were seeking out this beautiful young woman and, after a session of caning, bitterly regretted his curiosity. They talked afterwards and discovered that Walter, having gone to the university at Bonn, shared her love of the Rhineland and they had several mutual acquaintances from Düsseldorf and Cologne. A wary friendship developed, although Walter never became a client, and they recognised a similar desire in each other for advancement and power, although their goals were different. Although Miss Spiteful refused to inform on her clients, she and Walter exchanged general information which was useful to each other. Despite his efforts to entice her into his bed, Miss Spiteful had declined, preferring this friendship to remain untainted with sex.

Then, the Nazi next to Walter turned to look across as well and Miss Spiteful started as she recognised Reinhard Heydrich, the new Chief of the German Police, second only in the SS to Himmler, a known womaniser and reputed to be the ruthless organiser of the Night of the Long Knives. They had never met face to face but he seemed to know who Miss Spiteful was and there was a thin smile on his handsome but cruel face as he too raised his glass to her.

Miss Spiteful swallowed and gave a forced smile in return but she felt a cold prickle at the back of her neck. Fortunately, Sapphire did not seem to have spotted Heydrich and Miss Spiteful had no intention of pointing him out to her.

“Well, you do not to have worry about Goebbels; he has not visited me since he took up with Lida Barova, that Czech movie actress. He’s besotted with her and I’m told that even Der Fuehrer has noticed and is less than pleased. Even so, when he is in the mood, I think that your specialty would appeal to Goebbels. As for Walter; he’s a friend and a useful one; just do not trust him too much.”

“Just please do not give my name to any dangerous or subversive characters,” Sapphire sighed. “I do not want another Police raid on my apartment.”

Miss Spiteful gave a little giggle at the memory of returning late one evening to their shared apartment to the sight of a naked Sapphire and the equally naked waitress whose love making had been interrupted by the Polizie seeking one of Miss Spiteful’s clients, the communist Walter Ulbricht. He had only made a few visits to Sapphire’s apartment when Miss Spiteful had been sharing it and he had consented to Sapphire taking some photographs of him during one of the sessions, but had fled Berlin immediately after the passing of the Enabling Act making left wing parties and trade unions illegal. Miss Spiteful had had to use some of her new Nazi contacts to stop the three of them being arrested and taken in for interrogation but it had been a frightening lesson in how the Nazis were determined to stamp out any opposition.       

Miss Spiteful decided to change the subject. “Come on then, where is this mystery person you’ve asked me here to meet? I haven’t seen you in weeks so I assume that you‘ve found a new lover to break your heart.”

Sapphire coloured as she gave Miss Spiteful a disdainful look but before she could reply a tall, slim, dark haired girl in a black dress arrived at their table.

“Hello Sapphire, sorry I’m late.” The girl turned to Miss Spiteful and held out her hand. “Hello, my name is Nicolette Kraft but I call myself Miss Stiletto.”



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