The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 46 - Secrets Of The Sisterhood

Dusseldorf, May 1931

“Well, you’ve been here three months now”, Sable said to the kneeling Kathi, “and I am very pleased with your overall progress; especially now that you have stopped trying to poison us with your cooking and I no longer need to use a cane to get you out of bed in the mornings”.

Kathi blushed and hung her head at these reminders of her only failings. Her lack of any culinary talent had been obvious by the second morning of her residence and even the besotted Friedrich had refused to eat the blackened mess on his plate. Sable had taken Kathi to the dungeon by her ear and administered a sound thrashing before commencing a crash course in the basics of cookery. It had taken two weeks and several chastisements, with Kathi bitterly regretting her inattention during cookery lessons at the gymnasium, before she was able to place simple meals on the table acceptable to her Mistress. As well as Sable’s instruction, Kathi literally had a German edition of ‘Mrs Beeton’s Book of Household Management’ thrown at her and that became her bible and free time reading for many weeks. Apart from the interesting fact that the author had been educated in Germany, Kathi was fascinated with the pages of advice to the Mistress of the House and her servants, all of which she absorbed along with the recipes which she carefully experimented with. Since then, she had only incurred one beating for kitchen related activities when she had let a saucepan of dumplings boil dry and started a small fire but, with her crossed fingers behind her back, she hoped that that had been her last transgression.

Kathi’s other problem was her ability to sleep deep and, going to bed exhausted from her housework and with her bedroom door locked to deter Friedrich, she was apt to sleep through both her alarm clock and Sable’s pounding and shouting outside. Investment in a larger and louder clock had paid off but she still set the smaller one for a few minutes later as she was not  beyond switching the first one off and going back to sleep. The threat of more beatings from Sable was a great incentive to stir herself from her bed and get to work.

The work was hard and exhausting, the harness and the collar cut into her flesh as well as making it difficult to bend or stretch her body and there was the constant awareness and occasional pain from the dildo in her rectum. Her days were an endless round of cleaning, washing up, laundering, shopping, cooking, answering the telephone to make appointments, greeting guests and conducting them to the dungeon, seeing them out afterwards, being beaten for errors and, the thing that she hated most; getting down on her knees every evening and scrubbing the dungeon floor whether there was blood or mess on it or not. No wonder that she fell asleep quickly when she could finally take off her maid’s uniform and slave collar and gratefully extract the dildo and then throw herself on her bed.

Then, after three weeks, she noticed that Sable no longer had to chase her to complete her tasks and that, by managing her time, she felt under less pressure. The fear of being beaten for culinary disasters also faded and when Kathi went home to Essen for a weekend visit, she found that she was actually looking forward to getting back to Dusseldorf.

On her return, Sable told Kathi that she would now be permitted to assist in the dungeon, indeed many of her clients had been asking about the young and beautiful new maid, but she had wanted to be sure first that Kathi had the commitment by sticking at her housework and wearing the appliances of servitude. Kathi was thrilled at the news but Sable told that this would be in addition to her work as a house maid and that her regular tasks must still be completed on time. Furthermore, it was time that Kathi was given more information about the sisterhood and the girl was ordered to pour them both drinks and then return to her kneeling position on the carpet. Sable puffed at her cigarette holder and began: 

“Over five thousand years ago, in what we now call Mesopotamia, the people of Sumeria were coming together in communities, building the first cities, trading, creating laws to govern themselves and forming armies to fight each other, God help us. Civilisation as we know it today was beginning but it was a society in which men were supreme and women were excluded from decision making by the Kings and Priests, were cheated out of their own property and treated no better than slaves or concubines. Now this was a less sophisticated time when Deities could move among the population without problems and there was a female goddess who did not like the way that women were treated. She could not do anything about it openly but she knew that men had weaknesses that could be exploited; desire, guilt and imagination.

This Goddess, who had the head of a cat and the body of a human female, recruited a number of women, ostensibly as slaves, but to train to be Dominatrix. It took her two years and she began by showing the women how badly off they were, treating them as slaves and then showing them how to find out a man’s darkest secrets and desires. That knowledge could then be used to dominate a man without having to submit to being his sexual partner. His fantasies could be realised, his guilt punished and his sexual desires titillated and then frustrated. By using their will power and personality, the Dominatrix were secretly turning men into slaves and gradually, the position of women in society was improved and laws were passed giving them more rights. For a while, there was a cult of the Goddess with temples, priestesses and even male worshippers but the other Gods and Men were angry and jealous and destroyed the temples driving the cult underground and there we have been ever since. We still follow the practices that the Goddess taught us and the rules that she laid down. Pregnant women, virgins and children are to be protected and must never be tortured, we must always come to the aid of a sister in distress and we must honour the Goddess. Every one is trained for two years except for pregnant women, who take a much shorter course and men who accept the female way of life are slaves for much longer as they have to prove their commitment and suitability. We make no moral judgments on our clients; if they pay they can have done to them whatever they want except sex. Never take a client as a lover; you can play games with your husband or boy friend if you both like it but never mix business with pleasure. Every city and region in the world has a local order whose members all work independently but elect a Dominafuhrer who enforces the rules, arbitrates in disputes and officiates at admission ceremonies”.

“You mentioned a blood sacrifice, Mistress?” Kathi asked hesitantly.

“It will not be your blood, don’t worry”, Sable laughed. “In ancient times, a new member slit the throat of a slave as a blood sacrifice to the Goddess but now, we just open a wound and smear your body with his blood. But I’ll tell you more about that nearer the time. As I was saying; I am the Dominafuhrer for the Rhineland and the Ruhr and we have about thirty members in our order. Of course there are lot more women and girls working as Doms in the area, housewives, prostitutes or women who have a bit of personality and talent but they have not been trained and do not have the protection of the order if things they get into trouble”.

“Is there a member in Essen then, Mistress”, Kathi couldn’t think of any one in her home town being a Dominatrix or having enough clients to keep in business.

“Oh yes!  Mistress Serene is one of our longest serving members. She joined before the War and does very nicely out the local Industrialists and City Fathers. I’m sure that she will not mind if you set up in business there as well”.

“Oh no, Mistress!” Kathi said with a sudden fervour. “I want to go to America! I’ll have to build up some money first though. I think that I’ll start work in Berlin and then move on from there”.

“You have got it all worked out, haven’t you. Well as I said earlier, you can now start working with me in the dungeon and it is important that you do exactly as I say”.

Sable always planned ahead for her appointments, finding out what new clients wanted or knowing what her regulars preferred. That way there were no awkward moments and, from the outset, she could dominate the scenario once the client entered the dungeon. Kathi could now see a true mistress at work, watching and noting how Sable took control immediately, sometimes not even having to speak to the client for him to completely under her will. Kathi began by helping the customers undress and then, if required, to get into the required costume. She then moved them onto whatever apparatus was to be used; whipping frame or horse, before restraining them with ropes, straps, chain or handcuffs. She was surprised at how helpful and compliant most of them were and, when one or two resisted, it became apparent from their erections that they regarded it as an extra excitement. After a short while, she was permitted to slap any recalcitrant customers, which made them even more agitated. Kathi’s role was then to kneel in the corner while Sable beat, tortured, humiliated, degraded and titillated the customer, rising to hand over the next instrument or weapon to her Mistress or to move the customer on to the next stage of the proceedings. Every time that she had to walk on her high heels or bend over, Kathi was instructed to swing her hips and make sure that the client got a good look at her cleavage and bottom. 

At the end of her second month, if the customer was permitted gratification but was still restrained, Kathi was allowed to masturbate them and was shown how to use her nails to make it even more painful and where to press her fingers to delay or frustrate ejaculation. Customers could pay extra for shooting their cum onto Sable’s or Kathi’s bare breasts (some found the sight of her tight slave harness very erotic) and then being able to lick them clean afterwards. Sable also kissed and stroked Kathi to further arouse clients and Kathi performed acts of body worship in return, including kissing Sable’s boots (giving the customer a sight of her knickers stretched across her bottom when she bent down to do so) and sucking her Mistress’s nipples. Kathi found watching and sometimes participating very erotic herself and often ended a session flushed and with damp knickers but Sable seemed immured to it all, maintaining the same disdainful expression throughout, although she was often soaked in perspiration by the end of a hard physical beating. Afterwards, while Kathi dressed the customer, showed them out and cleaned up the mess in the dungeon, she would collapse into an armchair in the lounge with a large glass of brandy and a cigarette before stripping off for a shower.               

Kathi was fascinated by the range of clients who came to the house in Grafenberg; businessmen, politicians, shopkeepers, academics, pensioners and men of the cloth were among the diverse visitors, each with their own peculiarity. One was a Catholic Priest who arrived every Tuesday morning at ten o’clock, stripped naked, masturbated while he looked at a book of obscene pictures, was lashed on his bare back with a cat o’nine tails and was out of the door by eleven. Another regular was the Lawyer who spent every Friday afternoon curled up on the floor of the cage, dressed in a nappy and with a dummy in his mouth. Precisely at five, he would use a potty; receive a couple of dozen strokes of the cane on his bottom, dress and leave, raising his hat to Kathi as she closed the door behind him.

Kathi hated anything that involved human waste, particularly administering an enema, because of the stink and mess but it was something that the customers were quite happy to pay a premium for and Sable gave Kathi a bit extra in her wages for it.

One thing that puzzled Kathi was the customers who brought other men or women to watch them being beaten or tortured while they sometimes masturbated and she took the opportunity of this meeting to ask Sable about it.

“Some of it is vicarious guilt,” Sable replied. “That last man brought his Mistress and had her whipped because he is feeling guilty about betraying his wife. I’m sure that he pays the Lover enough to put up with it. I get quite a few couples, some of them married: there’s one husband and wife that I see every few months who have themselves bound together face to face and copulate standing up while I whip and cane their backs and bottoms. I also get homosexual and lesbian couples who pay to use the table for sex after one or both have them have been punished. What I am careful about is those who want to bring young boys or girls; I don’t like that, particularly if I suspect that the girl is a virgin or the youngster is still in their teens. I don’t set a minimum age but, if I’m not happy, I throw them both out. There are some nasty characters out there and I will not permit paedophiles to make use of me. I‘m not keen either on unwilling victims coming here. A Policeman turned up one day with a woman, who whispered to me afterwards that she had only consented to keep her son out of jail and that made me angry.  Once I was sure that the son had been released, I invited the policeman round for a free session, literally beat him senseless and then got a couple of male friends to leave him naked in the City Centre. I never heard of any enquiries being made about the incident.”        

Sable had Kathi top up their glasses and resumed her review of the novice’s progress.

“As I said, I am very pleased with the way that you perform your household duties and your participation in the dungeon. You show interest, flair and enthusiasm and do not question or hesitate when told to carry out any unpleasant tasks. I am convinced that you will make an excellent dominatrix; I think you have found your vocation and the customers like you. I have had several requests to watch you being beaten but, if you are agreeable, we’ll wait until the money offered makes it worth my effort and your pain because, believe me, I will not take it easy on you”. Kathi pulled a face but nodded, if she could take punishment for making a mistake, then she could put up with it for extra cash.

“I have also had many more asking for you to take part in punishing them and I think that you are now proficient enough for that so, from tomorrow, we will begin that part of your instruction”.

Kathi wanted to clap her hands with joy but just bobbed her head and thanked her mistress.

“Apart from all that”, Sable continued. “Are you happy here? No more trouble with Freidrich? You seem to have made friends of your own age locally”.

Kathi assured Sable that everything was fine and that she was very happy but she was smiling inwardly to herself.

Friedrich had made a nuisance of himself for a while, appearing when Kathi was in a state of undress and trying to bump into her or spying on her when she had to do a quick change of costume. Kathi normally kept her bedroom and the bathroom doors locked but there were times when haste made her forget and she found his big eyes staring at her body. A clip around the ear and an expletive usually sent him on his way but, one Saturday night when Sable was dining out with friends and Kathi was alone in the house with him, Friedrich had poured his heart out, telling Kathi how much he loved her and that he would be her slave forever if only she would have sex with him. Kathi thought for a moment and then consented but only on the condition that Friedrich went through the initiation ritual for a slave first.

Thus it was that when Sable was dropped off at her front door after midnight, she found her weeping son cowering behind a nearby bush, dressed in a maid’s uniform with makeup on his face, a blonde pigtailed wig on his head, a slave collar around his neck and nursing a very sore bottom. Once inside, he sobbed out the story of how he had been tricked into dressing up for the oath, was caned soundly and, when he thought that they were going upstairs to the bedroom, was bundled out of the front door which had been locked behind him. Despite his banging, shouting and pleading, he had been unable to gain entry and, when neighbours had appeared to investigate the noise, had hidden in the bushes until his mother arrived.

Sable listened to all this with a stern face, although she wanted to burst out laughing, and told her son that she hoped he had learned his lesson because the next time she would cane him and then personally deliver him to his school gates, dressed as he was now. While the chastened Friedrich went to undress and wash his face before going to bed, Sable had poured herself a drink and raised her glass to the ceiling in salute to Kathi who was sleeping soundly in the room above.

As for Kathi’s busy social life, that was all part of her plan to lose her virginity.

To continue this story, click Losing It To Lembit

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