The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 37 - The Biggest Bitch You'll Ever Meet

Retrieving my handbag from the hall, I lit a much needed cigarette and then started up the stairs behind Miss Spiteful and Sherry. Ahead of us, Pippa and Tara were supporting Sophia and my mistress called out to them to wait for us.

“I want to thank you girls for your help and ask a great favour of you both. Will you look after Sherry tonight? I want to get her away from Eva’s clutches because I still don’t trust her or those two back there”.

“Sure”, Tara replied brightly. “There are five beds in our suite and, although none of us will be sleeping out tonight, we can squeeze her in with one of us. Justine and Dominic are no bother to us girls and, if Sir Geoffrey gives Ashley the boot, he can bunk with one of the boys or on the floor”,

Thanks very much, I thought to myself; that blows my plan to get Tara or Pippa to come to my room for a bit of fun. In fact, after witnessing Pippa’s encounter with Gisela, I wondered if Sherry would not be in more moral danger while under their protection.

“And as for pitching in”, Tara continued. “It was a pleasure to get our own back on Eva and that pair of shitbags. I’m just glad that we all got paid in advance”.

“Is that alright with you Sherry?” Miss Spiteful asked.

“Oh yes but I’ll need to get my things from Eva’s room first, Godmother”. Sherry gave my mistress such an adoring smile that I almost burst out laughing.

“Right, in that case we had better come with you”, Miss Spiteful inclined her head for me to follow and we turned the corner into the bedroom passage.

Eva’s bedroom door was unlocked but, before she entered, Sherry held up the two bottles of wine that she had been cradling in her arms and I took them from her.

“You’d better take these off me now, I won’t be long”. Sherry disappeared into the room while we stood guard outside. Just as she re-emerged carrying a battered suitcase, Eva came stamping along the passage, her face twisting with anger when she saw us.

“What the fuck are you lot doing in my room?” she shouted and then screamed as Miss Spiteful seized her by the throat and slammed her back against the panel wall of the passage.

“Listen, you treacherous little tart”, my Mistress hissed, her face inches from Eva’s. “You will stay away from Sherry otherwise Kurt will get the details of the double cross that you and your dear Duggie were planning”.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Eva blustered and then coloured as she realized that even if Miss Spiteful had been bluffing, which she was, the little stripper had just admitted the existence of the plot.

“I’ll get you for this”, Eva snarled. “You fat old German bitch”.

Miss Spiteful banged the back of Eva’s head against the wall so hard that both Sherry and I winced.

“I am not old and I am not fat but I am German and I am certainly the biggest bitch that you are ever likely to encounter”. With that, she released her grip on Eva’s throat allowing her to dart into her room, slamming and locking the door behind her.

“Fuck off, and take that half caste bastard with you!” was her parting comment with the safety of her door between us.

We escorted Sherry back to the second master bedroom where Miss Spiteful gave her strict instructions to scream for help at the top of her voice if Kurt or Bradshaw tried to enter the suite and then gave her a goodnight hug.

Kurt and Bradshaw, still cursing and shouting at each other, were coming up the stairs, followed by a stumbling Mayberry, and watched from the hall below by Sir Geoffrey, who was ignoring the pleading Ashley at his side. We decided not risk another confrontation on the balcony and beat a hasty retreat down the passage.

“Thank you, Ingrid!” Miss Spiteful said as she relieved me of the wine bottles and then closed her bedroom door behind her, leaving me standing in the passage feeling rather foolish and very lonely.

Once I had cleaned and treated my wounds and all my sexual fantasies having been frustrated, I sat in my room dressed only in my suspender belt and stockings, smoking a cigarette and wishing David or Kelly were here with me. I detached the dildo from my slave belt and was just considering inserting it into myself while I masturbated on the bed when there was a knock at the door.

A stark naked Miss Spiteful, clutching the two wine bottles; wine glasses and a couple of her rubber phalluses, stood at the threshold when I opened the door.

“If that’s for me, you needn’t have bothered”, she said, glancing down at the dildo in my hand as she marched past me. “I’ve brought my own”.

She dropped the sexual toys onto the bed and put the bottles and glasses down on my bedside tables, twisting the corkscrew that was already sticking in one of the bottles.

“A little celebration is in order, I think Ingrid”, she said as she filled two of the glasses. “But I hope that I am not being premature. Kurt and Bradshaw, like most wild animals, are at their most dangerous when they are cornered and my paranoia is still troubling me. Besides, our victims might have had the courage to resist tonight but will they still be as brave in the morning?”

She stretched her beautiful body out on my bed and patted the space alongside for me to join her. I was there, quick as a flash, and soon had the pillows propped up behind me so that I could sip my wine, puff at my cigarette and lean my bare arm against the soft warm flesh of hers.

“For fifteen years you have been a loyal servant and a steadfast friend to me, Ingrid”, Miss Spiteful said softly. “What has been remarkable during that time is that, for someone with an inquisitive nature like yours, you managed to keep yourself from prying into my past”.

Not with out trying, I thought. Since asking questions openly had usually resulted in being thrashed I had had to be very clandestine in trying to satisfy my curiosity but I still knew very little about this woman beside me.

“A lot of what has happened recently and in our previous encounters with Kurt and Seraph are the consequences of events from some years ago and I think it only fair that I explain them to you. The trouble is that if I take them out of sequence, they might not make sense so I had better start at the beginning and tell you the whole story”.

I leaned forward to check the level of the wine in the bottle wondering if there was going to be enough for both us as it looked like it was going to be a long night.. 



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