The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 53 - Stirring Up Sybille

Dortmund - Dusseldorf, August - November 1932

Kathi hated Dortmund; it was another grim and depressed industrial city like Essen, without any redeeming features whatsoever as far as she was concerned. Her mood was not improved when it became apparent that Sybille’s business had become moribund with only a few regular clients that barely provided for her and Heinz. Sybille seemed to have no interest in generating any more income and, if she went out at all into Dortmund’s limited nightlife, it was to drink and bring back an unsuitable lover for a night’s sex and more drink. There were no servants in the small house and once again Kathi found herself performing the duties of a maid; cleaning and dealing with customers, although Sybille insisted on still doing most of the shopping and cooking, for which Kathi was very grateful. Kathi had to get up early most mornings to make breakfast and get Heinz ready for school except for Sunday when she took what she considered a well deserved lie in while Sybille and Heinz went to Catholic Mass.

Kathi tried the nightlife herself but found the S and M scene poor and unexciting and the young people in the bars only interested in beer, football and sex. Neither of the first two interested Kathi and she did not find anyone in Dortmund with whom she wished to indulge in the third.

The one bright spot, and the only thing that Sybille showed any interest in, was her son, Heinz. A quiet and studious little brown haired boy, as yet uncorrupted by his cousins, Kathi was surprised to find herself holding serious conversations on literature and history with an eight year old boy.

Kathi was determined to do something about getting more customers and persuaded Sybille to invest a little money in re-equipping her little dungeon while Kathi used her own savings to order 2,000 specially printed cards. She agonised over the wording and finally settled on the message that Mistress Sybille had taken on an exiting and beautiful novice who wanted to practice her newly acquired arts on willing customers. Some brief descriptions made it clear to those in the know what customers would be paying for but nothing was explicit enough to break any laws or arouse moral indignation. Kathi then sat down with Sybille in front of the local municipal, business and telephone directories, underlining the names and addresses of potential clients which Heinz wrote on the fronts of plain envelopes in his best script for posting. Kathi also toured Dortmund’s clubs and bars, both on the scene and more up-market establishments including restaurants, leaving discreet piles of the cards on counters, tables, between the pages of newspapers and magazines and even slipping in and out of the men’s cloakrooms to drop some on the washstands. She also sent some to Sable, Ernst Stressler and Scylla, asking them to give them to any customers that they knew came from the Dortmund area. Kathi then sat down and waited for the telephone; Sybille’s number was the only contact point mentioned, to ring.

Very little happened on the first day after the cards had been distributed; the telephone rang a few times but the callers hung up as soon as Kathi answered. The same happened on the morning and in the afternoon of the second day and Kathi was chewing her lip in frustration while Sybille smoked a whole packet of cigarettes as they stared at the silent instrument.

Then, just after six in the evening, the bell rang again and, this time as Kathi snatched the receiver off the cradle, she heard a nervous male voice enquiring as to what services she was offering. An appointment booked, Kathi had no sooner replaced the receiver and given Sybille a thumbs up sign when the next caller rang. From then on until well after midnight, she was fully engaged on the telephone, with Sybille taking over for a little while every hour to allow Kathi refreshment and toilet breaks, answering questions, making appointments, dealing with timewasters, masturbators, several abusive or threatening callers and disillusioning those who thought they would be getting sex. Even after the continuous calls ceased the telephone still rang at intervals throughout the night until an exasperated Kathi took the receiver of the cradle.

As soon as she replaced it the next morning, the instrument rang again and both she and Sybille were kept busy for the next two days until their agenda was full for weeks ahead and the first of the new influx of clients were arriving for their appointments.

 Within a very exhausting month their investment had been repaid and they were making a very handsome profit, after which a very pleased Sybille thanked Kathi for revitalising, not only her business, but also her interest in domination. She showed her gratitude by taking Kathi to bed and bringing the girl to the climax of three screaming orgasms, purely by the use of her tongue and fingers. Sybille was the best exponent of cunninglus that Kathi was ever to encounter; although she declined to try what Sybille claimed was the most exciting variation of licking out a vagina still full with newly injected male semen.

Kathi worried that the partners’ increase in business might sour relations with the local Doms but, meeting the other three members of the sisterhood in Dortmund socially at one of the few S and M venues, they assured her and Sybille that their own businesses had increased as well due to the rise in interest and they bore the pair no ill will. But the one thing that Kathi had dreaded since she had started as novice happened when she opened the door to a new client and Wilhelm Klein, her father’s best friend and old comrade, limped in. It was a little while before he recognised the beautiful, highly made up mistress in a tight black leather costume with a deep cleavage and black boots, as the girl who had used to call him ‘Uncle Wilhelm’. A respected Socialist member of Essen City Council, Wilhelm was as shaken as Kathi and had as little wish to have his secrets exposed as Kathi was to have her new profession revealed. She had already had one uncomfortable meeting with her Father who wanted to know why pictures of his daughter had appeared in the newspaper, and on the cinema screens, apparently struggling to touch Adolf Hitler at the rally in Munich and then being hugged by Josef Goebbels.

Kathi went ahead and gave Wilhelm the beating that he paid for, finishing with a free hand job. Then the two sat and chatted while Sybille dealt with the next client, agreeing that neither would ever mention the episode to anyone else.

Having surveyed the male population of Dortmund, Kathi had resigned herself to five months of celibacy, apart from Sapphic moments with Sybille, when she received a telephone call in October from Sable. Lembit had been trying to get in touch with Kathi and had called both Sable and Scylla, leaving a Berlin telephone number for her to call him back on. Lembit had graduated with honours from the University in the summer and, Kathi assumed, gone back to Tallinn as she had not heard from him since. He sounded most excited when he heard Kathi’s voice, stammering to get his words out  but eventually she gathered that he would be taking a train to Dortmund immediately and that, if she would meet him at the Railway station, he would book a room for them in a hotel and then take her out to dinner that evening. Kathi did as she was asked and was pleasantly surprised to find that not only did Lembit take her too the best hotel in Dortmund but that they also dined at the city’s most expensive restaurant.

With a fine meal and the best part of even finer bottle of wine inside her, Kathi waited for the very nervous Lembit to explain the purpose of the meeting. Eventually he managed to tell her that he been offered a very good research post at Siemens in Berlin while he furthered his studies which the company would finance, and that he hoped that she would join him there as his wife.

Kathi was stunned; this was the last thing that she had expected to hear and she thought furiously as Lembit waited anxiously for her answer. On the plus side, this was certainly a more attractive proposition than Peter’s who had expected her to be compliant to her wishes. She would never want for good sex, she would be living in Berlin and, from what Lembit said, he would be earning very good money and the wife of Herr Doktor Eissturmvogel, which she would become, would have a certain standing in local society. On the other hand, she still had lots of ambitions still to fulfill and, compliant as Lembit would be to her personality, she knew that she could never trust him to be entirely faithful to her. Still, Kathi took her time turning all the possibilities over and over in her mind before thanking Lembit for his proposal but graciously declining. For a moment, she thought that she saw a flicker of relief pass across his face before he looked disappointed. Then, rather than spoil the evening and waste an expensive hotel bed, they went off arm in arm to the bedroom and had a night of vigorous and passionate sex. Even after that, Kathi had no regrets as she waved Lembit away from the Hauptbahnhof platform, but she was puzzled at finding herself dabbing at her moist eyes with her handkerchief.           

Two weeks later, Kathi took the opportunity of a quiet Friday to leave Sybille on her own while she took the day off to go shopping for supplies at Ernst Stressler’s shop in Dusseldorf. The chemist seemed strangely agitated at Kathi’s appearance but took her into a private room so that she could browse his stock sexual toys and torture instruments while he put the rest of her order together.

“I do not know if you would be interested but I have received an improved design of vaginal diaphragm”, Ernst’s voice was a husky whisper as he packed Kathi’s purchases. “The cap is now tighter and secure but a more comfortable fit due to a change in the texture of the rubber.”

“That sounds good”, Kathi said brightly. “Not that I’ve much use for it at the moment. Still, you never know what might turn up. Why don’t you give me a demonstration fitting?”

Ernst croaked some reply but Kathi had already stood up and was unhooking the side of her tight black skirt. Once she had stepped out of that, her knickers followed and then, setting her bare bottom on the edge of an examination couch, swung her legs up onto the padded top, raising and parting her knees and hooking the heels of her shoes into the side bars of the couch.

As Ernst approached, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves, Kathi leaned against the back rest and looked down her body, over her breasts beneath a crisp white blouse, to her long stockinged legs with the black suspenders stretched taut across her bare thighs and stomach. The swollen lips of her labia and the erect bud of her clitoral hood were already parting the neat triangle of her ginger pubic hair and Kathi felt an erotic tingle as she lay back and closed her eyes. The first touch of Ernst’s rubber clad fingers on her genitals made her jerk and gasp but, as he delved deeper inside, a warm flush swept over her body. Suddenly, one of her latent fantasies came to her mind; having been initiated into oral and anal sex by Ernst, she had always wondered what it would be like to have vaginal intercourse with him. Kathi groaned and shuddered and felt her juices start to flow.

She opened her eyes as he bent his head over waist; his fingers did not seem be sure of what they were supposed to be doing and, as he fumbled to fit the little rubber cap over her wet and slippery cervix, she could see his lips moving as he muttered to himself. The upper part of his face was hidden by the green eye shade that he wore when facing the public indoors, but she could see beads of sweat running over the scars and pits on his cheeks and chin.

“Verzeihung,” he said suddenly as he finished and then hung his head. “Verzeihung, I am so clumsy today.”                 

Kathi leaned forward and gently lifted the eyeshade up and away from Ernst’s head; the deep furrow made by the elastic was like another white scar across his forehead.

“There’s nothing for me to pardon you for,” she said softly. “It is I who has been foolish and insensitive.”

Taking Ernst’s head in her hands, feeling the patchwork of smooth and puckered skin, interspersed with stubble, she drew his face towards hers until they could kiss. Ernst’s eyes widened in surprise and then closed as his lips and tongue responded.

Moments later, Kathi was fumbling at the buttons on his white tunic jacket and, once they were undone, unbuckling his trousers belt.

“Get those off and get up on here,” she commanded and Ernst, his face as flushed as hers, finished unbuttoning his flies and then bent to untie his shoe laces. Kathi quickly unbuttoned her own blouse and reached up under the back to unhook her brasserie, releasing her breasts from their black lacy cups.

Ernst, naked from the waist down, clambered onto the couch and then paused as he looked down at his erect penis.

“Verdammt!” he muttered. “I should put a condom on.”

“Don’t you dare”, Kathi hissed, gripping his arm to stop him retreating. “I want to feel you inside me, now!”

Desire overcoming caution, Ernst knelt between Kathi’s legs and, lifting her bare buttocks with his hands, slid his penis into her wet vagina. Kathi gasped and then let out a long moan as the swollen member parted her vaginal lips and walls, sending electric shocks along every nerve in her body. Then Ernst’s face was over hers and their tongues and lips eagerly sought the others as Ernst’s hands cupped her breasts and Kathi wrapped her legs around his waist.

Ernst thrust forward with his hips and Kathi screamed before she began to move him in rhythm with him.

Both reached their climax far too soon; Ernst’s body jerked as his penis erupted semen over the newly fitted diaphragm and Kathi’s fingernails dug into his shoulders through the stiff white material of his jacket and his shirt as she shuddered and howled beneath him. Ernst continued to thrust in and out however and Kathi’s juices gushed out past his genitals.               

They lay wrapped in each others arms on the table unable to speak until they heard a gentle tapping at the door.

“Herr Stressler,” a nervous female voice enquired. “Is everything all right in there?”

Kathi giggled as Ernst called out reassurance to his staff, who must have heard, along with any customers in the shop, her noisy orgasm.

Sweat dripping from his forehead, Ernst whispered in Kathi’s ear “Danke! Danke; so very much.”

“Nein, it is I who must thank you,” Kathi whispered back, still trying to suppress her giggles.

She shifted slightly and gave Ernst’s chest a push with the palms of her hands. “You’ll have to let me up, I need to use your telephone.”

Ernst looked puzzled, “Whatever for?”

“Well,” Kathi replied. “I have to let Sybille know that I will not be home tonight.”

To continue this story, click The Third Proposal

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