The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 50 - Made Mad By Max

Cologne, May 1932

One night in a bondage and fetish club, she was surprised when a tall handsome man with thinning silver hair and wearing a Nazi Brownshirt uniform and red swastika armband, politely asked if he could sit at her table and buy her a drink. Kathi viewed him with suspicion as most Nazi’s just wanted to tell her about their fantasies and perversions in the hope of arousing her interest. This one however, after introducing himself as Max Wallen and admitting that he had found her display arousing, steered the conversation until they found topics of mutual interest: dining and the cinema. Although they differed on tastes in both, Kathi found Max suave and entertaining and, when he was interrupted by Scylla’s screech as she was brought to an orgasm on the dance floor by the young man performing cunninglus on her to the applause of the other dancers, only smiled indulgently before continuing with what he was saying. Despite her doubts, Kathi was charmed, especially when he helped her put a extremely intoxicated and noisy Scylla into a taxi and then clicked his heels and bowed to kiss Kathi’s hand before closing the door and waving them off.  Flowers were delivered the next day, along with an invitation to dinner which Kathi only hesitated momentarily before accepting.

She thoroughly enjoyed both the meal, in a smart restaurant, and Max’s company. Again he avoided discussing Kathi’s profession but, gently probing her background, was able to say that his Army service in the last few months of the War had been on the same section of the Front as her father and had also taken part in the long retreat to the Rhine. Max had been discharged at Cologne, had joined the Freikorps and then the Nazi Party and the SA because he believed that only they had the strength and willpower to defend Germany and restore it to its rightful place in Europe and the World. He spoke calmly and without the usual rhetoric that Kathi was used to hearing from Party supporters, debating with her as an equal and giving reasoned answers to all her questions, which astonished Kathi. As a patriotic German who had seen and endured the suffering and humiliation that her country had been through since the Armistice, Kathi wanted it to end but, up till now, nothing that she had seen or heard of the Nazis had convinced her that they held the solution.

As Max explained to her the importance of the Nazis winning the next election to the Reichstag, Kathi eyed him over the rim of her wine glass. He was probably no more than thirteen years older than her, handsome, intelligent and powerful yet respectful to her and not a client. She wondered what his naked body looked like and how good a lover he would be as she experienced a warm wet feeling between the tops of her legs. To her surprise, he did not end the evening with a suggestion of sex, escorting her back to the door of her apartment block and kissing her on the cheek before marching off into the night. Two similar dates followed, although one also included a visit to the cinema, and Kathi wondered if there was something Max was hiding about his sexuality but Scylla, although disapproving of a relationship with a Nazi, assured her that Max was not known amongst the homosexuals of Cologne. Kathi decided that Max was just being a gentleman and accepted another invitation to dinner.

This time they sat together on a couch in a booth and Kathi made sure that her thigh rubbed against Max’s, their hands touched on the table and she leaned against his shoulder when she laughed at his jokes. Max responded discreetly, without openly groping her body, brushing her breasts, thighs and arms as he kept filling her wine glass and whispered endearments in her ear. Kathi was pleasantly drunk by the time that Max paid the bill and quite looking forward to sharing his bed that night. She was quite happy to kiss and cuddle him in an alley alongside the restaurant before they hailed a Taxi and did not resist as her breasts were fondled and her crotch was stroked. When Max pushed her back against the brick wall and hauled at the hem of her skirt with one hand and fumbled at his flies with the other, Kathi got her arms between their chests and pushed back. When she giggled that she preferred to wait until they got to Max’s bedroom he asked it would be alright for them to go back to Kathi’s apartment instead. A sobering warning bell rang in Kathi’s brain and she demanded to know why they could not go to his home. Max smiled slyly as he admitted that his wife and children would object and then gasped in pain as Kathi’s knee connected violently with his testicles. He staggered back, clutching at his bruised manhood and bending over in agony, exposed the top his head to Kathi’s swinging handbag. As he pitched forward onto his knees, Kathi kneed him in the face and blood from his exploding nose spattered her favourite purple dress. Really angry now, she kicked him several times in the ribs before storming off home, her eyes blinded with tears and red mist.

It was her first client the next day who experienced the full fury of the rage that still consumed her. Manfred Elkhart was an inoffensive, widowed tailor from Duisburg, who had been one of her devoted customers in Dusseldorf and came to Cologne for his fortnightly caning from Kathi but she viscously slashed his buttocks and the backs of his legs oblivious to his screams of pain and the blood flowing from his open wounds. Scylla, summoned by an alarmed Sylwia, wrestled the whip from Kathi’s hand and, leaving the maid to deal with the lacerated Manfred, bundled the novice into the bathroom and held her under a cold shower under Kathi came to her senses and was able, between sobs, to recount the events of the previous night.                             

Scylla was no stranger to male deceit but knew that the proud Kathi was really angry with herself for weakness in her character by falling so easily for such a rogue as Max.    

“Making mistakes is how you learn lessons in this life”, Scylla said as he patted Kathi’s soaking wet head. “At least you haven’t ended up like Sybille. Don’t brood or mope about it. The thing to do is learn and then get on with your life. Not all men are bad and what you need is a good honest screw to restore your trust in them. You must know one good one that you can turn to for a bit of comfort. You don’t like or approve of any of mine.”

Kathi sniffed, smiled weakly and was reaching for a towel to dry her hair when a name popped into her mind. 

At the end of what seemed an interminable afternoon, Kathi drummed her fingers impatiently as she waited for Lembit to come to the telephone in his lodging house.

“This is Kathi”, she announced as soon as she heard his voice in the receiver. “I need a vogeln; get here as quick as you can.”  She gave the address and cut the connection before he could reply and then, humming to herself, went for a shower and to do her hair.

It was just over two hours later that Sylwia, dressed in her housecoat, was thrust aside as she went to answer the door by an almost naked Kathi. A breathless Lembit (he had run from the Hauptbahnhof) was grabbed by the arm and hustled into Kathi’s bedroom. An open bottle of Kolsch beer was thrust into his hand while his shirt was ripped open, his belt unbuckled and his trousers tugged down to his ankles. Still bewildered, he gulped at the bottle and finished undressing himself somewhat awkwardly as Kathi was on her knees in front of him, using her hands, lips and tongue to arouse his massive erection. Satisfied with her efforts and, clad only in suspender belt and stockings, she lay back on her bed, spread her legs and held her arms out towards the blonde student.   

Back in her own room, Sylwia shrugged off the housecoat to reveal the underwear that she had borrowed from Scylla’s room and picked up the camera that she had been using.

“Who was that?” Willi asked nervously. Unbeknownst to their owner, he was wearing a set of Kathi’s underwear and stockings, his blonde hair brushed was into a bob, his face was heavily made up with rouge, lipstick and kohl eye liner, and he was balancing awkwardly in a pair of high heeled shoes.

“Someone for Kathi”, Sylwia replied. “I hope that she does not beat him as badly as that poor little man today. I had to scrub so much blood up of the floor. I was afraid that your Mama had come back early. Hold still!”    

Willi posed while Sylwia clicked the shutter of the camera and wound the film on several times.

“No”, Willi reassured her. “Mutter will not be back until the middle of the night. That’s enough pictures, I think.”

Sylwia put the camera down and stretched out on the top blanket of her bed while Willi lit one each of his mother’s cigarettes for them before joining her.

“So why you want to dress as a sissy boy?” Sylwia asked Willi as she puffed at her cigarette.

“Well, its not that I want to be a sissy but my friend at school will develop the film for me in his father’s darkroom and I hope, that when he sees me like this, he will want to dress up as well.”

Sylwia pointedly ignored the fact that Willi had a hand inside his knickers and was masturbating himself vigorously.

“Well you bring him round here and I will dress him as a sissy boy for you so that you can play together. Just make sure that your Mama or Kathi do not find out and be careful you are not seen when you go back to your room soon.”

Moments later, they both sat up as an animal scream that turned into a long loud howl rattled the bedroom door. Willi gasped and jerked as he ejaculated inside the black silk knickers, his semen soaking the material and trickling onto his stomach and thighs.

“Don’t worry about Kathi,” he grinned. “I think that she will be too busy in her room tonight!”    

Kathi groaned and blinked at the harsh bedroom light burning her eyes as the bedclothes were swept back off hers and Lembit’s supine bodies. Her head pounding and her tongue and throat tasting like sandpaper from the bottle and a half of strong wine that she had consumed between and after the three acts of intercourse that she had had with Lembit before they had both fallen asleep exhausted and satiated.

Kathi put her hand up to shield her eyes and saw Scylla standing beside the, flush faced and swaying slightly, totally naked and clutching an open bottle of brandy.

“I want to see if this boy’s prick is as big as Sable said it is,” Scylla slurred. “And if it is, I want it inside me too!”

Despite her squint and headache, Kathi turned and raised her eyebrows at the embarrassed Lembit, who would not return her gaze.

“Mein Gott! That is enormous!” Scylla cried when she saw the size of the semi erect penis rising from Lembit’s groin. She almost fell over Kathi before deciding to stagger round to Lembit’s side of the bed where she carefully stood the bottle on a side table before throwing herself on top of Lembit and then struggling to her knees, planting them either side of his hips. Kathi watched as the two eventually got into a position that Scylla could lower herself to achieve penetration of her already moist vagina and begin a clumsy and noisy act of copulation.

They were still at it, Scylla shrieking and laughing as she bounced up and down, when Kathi came back from a visit to the WC. Kathi decided to join in; squatting over Lembit’s head so that his tongue could lick at the lips of her labia and facing Scylla, who ceased her bouncing. The two women leaned towards each other, their lips and tongues meeting and their hands groping each others breasts as Scylla resumed a gentler up and down rhythm with her hips, groaning as the long male organ thrust against her cervix, deep inside her vaginal passage.

Sylwia was groaning too as she pulled a pillow around her ears to shut out the primeval screeching as her mistresses orgasmed but Willi, fast asleep in his own bed and oblivious to the noise, smiled as he dreamed of he and his school friend dressed as Hansel and Gretel in lederhosen and dirndl.      



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