The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 7 - Goodbye Gareth

We hid Gareth in the bathroom and donned dressing gowns while a very late breakfast was delivered by Room Service and then all three of fell on it ravenously. Gareth ate his from a cereal bowl on the floor and preferred to have his beer topped up rather have coffee, which was convenient as Kelly and I drained the pot between us. After a couple of cigarettes each, the bathroom was in much demand as all three of needed to use the toilet, shower and shave. Gareth was last and was puzzled when ordered to stand still while Kelly applied shaving soap to his pubic area. Puzzlement turned to alarm when I approached with a razor but he endured the removal of most of the hair from that region without flinching and I left only a couple of blood spots when I had finished. Gareth was then allowed to dress in his civilian clothes while Kelly and I did our hair, put on our make up and donned our street clothes. We packed all our Dom equipment and clothes away and left the hotel in almost in time for lunch. But, after collecting his case from the seedy little hotel that he booked into, we found a shop in Nyhaven where we had the words: ‘Snow’ and ‘Storm’ tattooed on the shaven area above his penis. It would have meant a courts-martial for him if he had returned to his regiment with the same ‘SS’ brand as we both had. The Army would just not have understood. Proud of his new tattoo as he was, it was both painful and awkward for Gareth to do much more walking so we found a nice restaurant nearby where we could have our lunch at a table in the sun and Gareth could anaesthetise him self  with Carlsberg, applied internally.

Later, we strolled up the waterfront to the little mermaid statue and found that, even in the summer, the wind off the Baltic could be biting cold and beat a hasty retreat back to the shelter of the city streets. Back in the hotel, our room having been serviced, we stripped Gareth to admire his tattoo but found it still a mess of oozing blood so we tied him up to the light fittings. Kelly and I chose some erotic underwear, kissed and cuddled on the bed for a while and then turned Gareth around so that we could beat him for having an erection without permission. Unfortunately, that left a big smear of blood on the wall where it belly had pressed against and we had to re-hang the ‘Do not disturb notice’ to make sure that the maid did not come in later to turn the bed down. As a treat, I removed my bra and Gareth was allowed to masturbate over my bare breasts and then lick it up with his tongue.

A little while later we all dressed again and went out for a meal and to spend the crest of the evening in the Tivoli Pleasure Gardens.

For our final night in Copenhagen, we gave Gareth another good whipping on his back and bum, tortured him cruelly with clamps and made use of his tongue for toilet paper, all of which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy as long as we kept him well supplied with beer. We allowed him to watch Kelly make love to me and then she held Gareth down while I buggered him. After that, we let him join us on the bed, where he quickly got behind me, pushing his penis up my rectum while his hands roamed over my breasts and penis, and he whispered in my ear how much he worshipped and loved me. I let him go ahead, to Kelly’s amusement and she joined in by going head to toe with me so that we could give each other a blow job. Gareth was an adequate lover and all three of us almost orgasmed together but I still whipped him viciously afterwards for being so presumptuous.

Morning came too quickly and, checking that the scabs were forming nicely on his tattoo, we let him give us both blow-jobs before we had dressed and packed. We saw Gareth off at the station for his journey back to Brunswick swearing undying devotion and love to us both but it was my eyes that he was looking into.

Kelly and I went to the airport, and we clung together at the departure gates, not caring who saw us, before she took her flight to Frankfurt to meet up with Miss Spiteful and I left for Berlin and flew back to the arms of my husband, David.

To continue this story, click A Soldier's Farewell

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