The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 40 - The Invitation

Dusseldorf, March 1931

“This is great, eh?” Kathi shifted her knee yet again out of reach of Martin’s groping fingers and turned her face away from the smell of his whisky and smoke laden breath. She had regretted accepting the Toy Company Salesman’s offer of a good night out and was alarmed when, instead of a taking her to a bar in Essen, he drove her all the way to Dusseldorf where they had ended up in a packed and smoky basement night club. Kathi had managed to stay sober enough to resist his drunken advances but she was dreading the drive back to Essen.

Swiveling on her bar stool, Kathi surveyed the rest of the clientele. She was surprised to see several brown-shirted men with Swastika armbands. Not because their chief propagandist Josef Goebbels often condemned such places as dens of vice but because, in Socialist Essen, Party Members dared not venture out except in a large group. There had been quite a few clashes on the streets with the Storm troopers of the Sturmabteilung (SA) and it was rumored that the Factory Owners were funding the local Nazis in an attempt to break the power of the Unions and the Left Wing Parties. Kathi had read all about the Nazis and her normally Social Democrat voting Father had even attended some meetings to see what they had to offer Germany but neither of them particularly liked what they had seen and heard.

Most of the other customers looked like local businessmen and their guests but Kathi was fascinated by three women partying at a nearby table which already had a row of empty champagne, wine and spirit bottles and an overflowing ashtray on top. Apart from the fact that they were all in their thirties and dressed all in black they were all very beautiful. Several times, the oldest; a tall woman with masses of dark brown tumbling down over her bare shoulders, had caught Kathi’s eye when she had been observing them and had returned an amused stare until Kathi looked away. The woman sitting opposite to her had black hair, done in the page boy fashion of the time, but her face never lost its sad expression and the corners of her wide, red painted lips seemed to be permanently turned down. In contrast, the petite bubble haired blonde between them was continually laughing and joking and looked as if she had consumed more than her share of the alcohol that evening.

On a stage to the right of the bar, a band had been struggling to make itself heard above the noise and every half hour or so a dinner jacketed compere would make a incomprehensible introduction to a act in the cabaret. So far Kathi had seen a male singer, whom she had never heard of and never got to hear sing either because the patrons’ noise continued unabated; followed by a fairly attractive female stripper who turned out to be a man and a real female who used a python in her dancing and contortionist act.

Kathi stole a glance at her wristwatch and realised that she was now too late get a train back to Essen, even if she could lose Martin and find her way to the railway station. She just hoped that he would be still be able to drive her home after she had had to physically discourage him from claiming what he thought would be his just rewards for the evening’s entertainment.                

Suddenly the band played a fanfare as loud as they could and in the puzzled silence that followed the compere bellowed into the microphone.

“Meine Damen und Herren! Tonight we have a great treat for you. Amongst our guests is our very own Dominafuhrer; Mistress Sable and we have prevailed on her to give a demonstration of her skills for your entertainment. Mistress Sable!” He extended his left arm, and the beam of a small spotlight followed the same direction until it halted to illuminate the tall brown haired woman.  Kathi sat upright on her stool as the audience erupted in applause, which unfortunately brought her back into Martin’s grasping arms. She angrily tried to shrug him off and eventually settled for allowing one arm around her shoulders and a hand on her right knee.

By then Mistress Sable had stepped onto the stage and was acknowledging the continued applause. Kathi could at last see that the woman’s long black strapless dress was in fact made of leather with a thigh length split up one leg which showed that she was wearing black high heeled boots.  She had a small leather whip in one hand which she rapped against her thigh as she paced up and down the front of the stage. Her eyes swept the audience, meeting Kathi’s for a moment and making her shiver, before moving on. Mistress Sable pointed at a bald, grey suited little man, sitting on a stool at the end the bar nearest her.

“Come here!” she commanded and, when he hesitated, repeated herself in a louder voice. The little man swallowed the contents of his glass and then scurried to take the place on the stage that she indicated with her whip. Mistress Sable walked around the little man, inspecting him, with his bulging eyes following her.

”Strip off! All of your clothes, now!” She rapped and he looked at her aghast. He shook his head and then screamed as the whip slashed across the lower half of one of his trouser legs. As he hopped on one foot, Mistress Sable struck the other leg and her victim collapsed to the floor, moaning and hugging his shins. She placed her boot on his chest and pushed down until he lay flat on the floor.

“What is your name?” she hissed at him.

“Werner Glotz”, he mumbled and then howled as the whip lashed across the back of one of his hands.

“You will address me as Mistress!”

“Werner Glotz, Mistress”, his voice quavered with fear and pain.

“When I give you an order Werner, you will obey it instantly”. Mistress Sable increased the pressure of her boot on his chest. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress”, Werner gasped.

“Now get up and take all of your clothes off”.

There were titters from the audience as Werner stripped down to his long woolen underwear and had to be encouraged further to rid himself of those. Kathi was transfixed; she had never seen a woman with such power over a man. She was aware of her heart beating faster with excitement in her own chest.

“Now bend over that stool”, Mistress Sable directed her naked victim towards a piano stool that had been pushed onto the stage. Shaking with fear, Werner obeyed, bracing his elbows and the knees of his thin hairy legs on either side of the stool. Mistress Sable walked around the crab like figure a couple of times and then lashed Werner across his quivering buttocks with the whip. Werner screamed and tried to get to his feet.

“Stay still or I will double your punishment”, Mistress Sable commanded and then lashed him again. “How many was that?” she demanded of the enthralled audience. “Zwei!” her two table companions called out and more joined in at each subsequent stroke. At “Zhen!” Kathi shouted out as well, and by “Zwanzig” she was finding it hard to breathe and there was a roaring in her ears that was making her head swim. When the final blow fell at “Sechsunddreissig” and blood was running down the backs of Werner’s legs, she let out a great gasp, shuddered and felt the front of her knickers and the inside of her thighs get very wet. For a moment, she felt shame and thought she might have released her bladder but then realised that she had experienced her first orgasm.

Kathi had been thirteen when a sex manual with a dog-eared grey card cover had circulated amongst her school friends and, on the night she borrowed it, she had sat naked on her bed with a torch and a hand mirror between her thighs. Parting the lips of her labia she had, with the aid of the diagrams in the book, identified and experimentally touched all the sensitive and erogenous points in her sexual organs. Thereafter she was able to masturbate herself, causing pleasure, a rise in body temperature and some leakage of fluid but it had never happened without stimulation from her fingers and she had never experienced a nerve tingling sensation like that before. Mistress Sable pressed the sobbing and wobbly legged Werner’s bald head into her ample cleavage before returning to her table. Kathi joined in the enthusiastic applause and then slumped down on her bar stool feeling flushed and drained. Suddenly she was aware of fingers touching her bare wet thighs between her stocking tops and her knickers. She looked down; Martin still with one arm around her shoulders had lifted up her skirt with his other hand and was now stroking her damp gusset. Not only that, he had unbuttoned his flies to expose his erect penis. He leered at her, a lighted cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Come on Kathi”, Martin slurred. “I knew that would turn you on. French me”.  His hand on her shoulders had cupped the back of her head and was pulling it down towards his groin. Kathi, none too gently, grasped his penis with one hand and pouted her lips. Martin eased the pressure on her head and closed his eyes in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, Kathi plucked the cigarette from his mouth with her other hand and jabbed it against the swollen purple glans of his member. The cigarette crumpled but the glowing tip broke off and stuck to the tight glossy skin. Martin opened his eyes in surprise and it was a moment or two before realization and pain reached his alcohol numbed brain. His animal scream of agony turned every head in the room towards them as he tried to dislodge the smoldering ember from the helmet of his shaft.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed at Kathi. ”You’ve crippled me. My prick’s on fire!”

“In that case, we had better put it out”; she replied calmly as she lifted an ice bucket off the bar and tipped the contents over Martin’s groin. That was enough for him; his feet skidded on ice cubes and the wet floor as he leapt off his stool and then ran doubled up for the exit, with his hands between his thighs.

The shocked silence that followed was broken by someone clapping their hands and Kathi, with tears pricking at her eyelashes as she considered the enormity of what her temper had driven her to do, looked up to see that it was Mistress Sable who was applauding her. Her companions joined in and the clapping spread round the audience for a minute or two before dying away. Kathi smiled weakly in acknowledgement and had decided to go and see if you could reclaim her coat without the cloakroom ticket that was in Martin’s pocket when Mistress Sable kicked an empty chair into her path.

“Bring it over and join us”, she called out.

Kathi’s fingers tightened around the wooden back of the chair while she considered and, when she did drag the chair over and sat down, she had a strange feeling that she had taken one of the most important steps in her life.


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