The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 54 - The Third Proposal

Dusseldorf - Dortmund, November 1932 - January 1933

Kathi wrapped the borrowed black silk robe around her naked body as she emerged from the bathroom and wrinkled her nose. “That smells good,” she called out.

“It will be on the table in just a couple of minutes,” Ernst replied from the kitchen. “The wine is open, so you can pour us both a glass.”

She needed no second invitation and sipped appreciatively at her glass as she took her first real look around the apartment where Ernst lived over his business premises.

After exiting the examination room with as much dignity as they could muster, the pair hurried upstairs as soon as Ernst had instructed his curious senior assistant to close the shop that evening and open it up again in the morning. They stripped naked again in Ernst’s bedroom but Kathi had to wait, chafing her thighs together in frustration, while Ernst lit a small paraffin burner and poured the contents of a bottle into the metal bowl over the flame. After a few minutes, he tested the liquid with a finger and then poured a little into one of his cupped hands. A puzzled Kathi jumped as Ernst smeared the warm oil onto her naked stomach and began smearing it across her torso with both palms. More oil followed across her breasts and Kathi’s nostrils filled with the soothing smell of an aromatic herb. Ernst knelt on the bed beside her as he gently rubbed the oil into her neck and shoulders before moving down to her breasts. Kathi’s senses were in a turmoil; as much as the massage and the aroma was relaxing her into a semi somnolent state, Ernst’s fingers were also finding her erogenous zones, her nerve endings were tingling and she could feel an orgasm building in her genitals. But relief had to wait until Ernst had massaged the fronts and backs of her legs and then made her turn over so that her buttocks and her back could receive the same treatment. Still face down on the bed, Kathi was moaning with pleasure and frustration when Ernst parted her legs and stroked her sphincter with the tips of her fingers, before moving down to her pubic mound. As Kathi’s body spasmed, he planted his knees between her thighs and gently pushed his penis into her vagina from behind.

Both were determined to prolong their lovemaking this time and Ernst showed his expertise in bringing Kathi to the brink of her climax several times before pausing for another massage and a change of position. On their sides; Ernst still at Kathi’s back, then face to face and finally, Ernst on top of Kathi when their orgasms exploded. They dozed in each others arms for a while and then Ernst went to shower his sweaty body and run a herb scented bath for Kathi before he started to cook a meal for them both.

Glass in hand, Kathi wandered around the neat little lounge admiring Ernst’s choice of pictures and books when she spotted a large photograph on a side table. A younger, unmarked Ernst in Army uniform was smiling at a pretty dark haired girl in a wedding gown, who was gazing back at him with wide eyed adoration. To her surprise, Kathi noted that not only was Ernst’s uniform that of a Sanitätsfeldwebel in the Medical Corps but that he wore the 1914 Iron Cross 2^nd Class and the Iron Cross 1^st Class on his breast. Kathi’s own father had the former medal and she knew that the latter was only awarded for an act of extreme bravery.

“Here we are,” Ernst said as he entered bearing two steaming places, which he laid on the candle lit dining table. “Zwei Lendenfilet, Budapest style in a pepper sauce with mushrooms.”

They both savoured the superbly cooked sirloin steaks in silence for a little while before Kathi nodded at the photograph.

“I thought that you would have been an officer.”

Ernst’s scarred face followed her gaze and he laid down his knife and fork.

“I was”, he said quietly. “But I was reduced to the ranks when I refused to handle poison gas. I volunteered for the medical corps and they made me a company medical orderly.”

“What happened to your wife?” Kathi hated to ask but she sensed that Ernst was a deeply troubled man and she thought that she could find out what the source was by making him talk about the painful moments in his past.

Tears welled in Ernst’s eyes as he resumed eating. “Janelle died of influenza while I was in the military hospital with this,” He pointed his knife at his face and then the scars on his naked body. “A mortar shell burst on the trench parapet as I was just about to go over the top.”

Kathi ‘s heart ached with sympathy for this lonely man but Ernst changed the subject by asking how she was progressing as a Dominatrix and they laughed together as she recounted some of the more comical episodes of the past twenty months of her life.                     

After the meal they cuddled together on the couch, finishing the wine and then a couple of brandies, as they listened to Chopin on Ernst’s gramophone.

When they went to bed, it was Kathi who took charge, making Ernst lie on his back while she practiced on him the arts of Fellatio that Sybille had taught her. She had Ernst twisting and turning his body and thrashing his arms on the bed as she teased his penis with her lips, tongue and teeth and tortured his testicles with her fingernails. At the first pulsing in his member, Kathi straddled her knees either side of Ernst’s waist and slowly lowered herself so that her vagina was impaled on the penis. She raised and lowered her hips and her nails raked the scarred flesh on Ernst’s chest until he suddenly howled and reared up beneath her. His hips jerked as he ejaculated but Kathi’s vaginal muscles still gripped his penis and she continued her rhythmic bounce until her own orgasm shook her body. Both were drained and exhausted when Kathi finally lay down beside Ernst and they fell asleep in each others arms.

Kathi was woken from a deep sleep by a terrible screaming. The room was in darkness and it took a few moments for her to orientate herself. The bed was bouncing up and down and the screaming was coming from a hunched shape beside her. When she found the bedside lamp and switched it on, she saw Ernst crouched on the bed, scrabbling and pounding at his pillow as he screamed repeatedly: “No! No! No more! Don’t die on me! Live! Live! Don’t ask me to do it!”

Kathi grabbed Ernst by the shoulder but he shrugged her off so she tried lifting hid head and kept shouting his name with out effect. Ernst’s sightless eyes and tortured mind were sixteen years and hundreds of kilometers away on the battlefields of Verdun and the Somme. The pillow was anyone of the many wounded soldiers whose entrails had spilled out their torn bodies or whose life blood was pumping out from severed or mutilated limbs over Ernst. The voices in his head were screaming for their mothers or wives, their God, the end of their pain or their death.

Even slapping Ernst’s face could not bring him to his senses and Kathi felt utterly helpless. In desperation, she ran out of the bedroom in search of her shopping bag. She returned with the lash that she had purchased that afternoon from Ernst and gave it a couple of trial swishes before she began laying it, with all her force, across Ernst’s buttocks. For some minutes there was no effect and, despite the criss cross purple wounds that she was inflicting, Ernst continued to scream back at the ghosts from his past. Then his body shifted to avoid the blows and he was grunting with pain between his screaming and babbling. Kathi moved her aim to target Ernst’s shoulders and at last he turned to look at her, although his eyes were still staring into the distance, as he put up an arm to ward off the blows. Slowly, as Kathi continued to lash at Ernst, his screams subsided to sobs and he tried to roll himself into a ball like a hedgehog.

 ”No more, no more; enough!” he called out in a voice close to normal.

Her own chest heaving with her exertions, Kathi dropped the bloodied lash and knelt on the bed beside Ernst. She lifted his sweat soaked head and checked his eyes which were still slightly glazed but there was a light of recognition and he smiled at her. “My love, I am sorry,” he whispered and Kathi pulled his face down on to her breasts so that he could suckle at her nipples. Kathi gently pulled Ernst down to lie flat on to the bed with while she cuddled his sweat and blood soaked body.

After a little while even the occasional sobs stopped and it was Kathi’s turn to moan and shudder as she felt Ernst’s hands moving over the sensitive parts of her body. Ernst lifted his head to kiss Kathi on the lips and, when she responded, he shifted slowly until he was lying on top of her. Kathi opened her legs to let Ernst enter her and they began a long, slow passionate act of sexual intercourse without the frenzy of their previous couplings. Ernst was still whispering in a slurred voice, calling Kathi his love, thanking and apologising to her as they both achieved a strangely different but satisfying climax.

They were drifting off to sleep when Ernst stroked Kathi’s hair and clasped her to his chest and she sighed with resignation as she heard him say quite clearly: “My darling Janelle, I will always love you.”      

They both slept late in the morning, a rare treat for Ernst on a Saturday, but he woke exhausted, distressed and with no clear memory of the previous night’s events. He and Kathi showered together and, while Kathi applied salve to Ernst’s back and buttocks, she recounted what had happened, leaving out any mention of Ernst’s wife’s name.

Ernst, wincing with pain, confessed that these night episodes were a regular recurrence. While he could not remember what he did during them, often waking on the floor or in another room of his apartment, the nightmares came straight out of his experiences on the Western Front. Although supposed to remain at his Regimental Aid Post in the trenches, he often went onto the battlefield with the stretcher bearers to tend the wounded and the dying where they fell. Some he could save, others died as he worked on them but the demons that visited him at night were the memories of those with terrible and mortal wounds who begged him to spare them any more pain by ending their lives for them. Sometimes, to his deep and lasting mortification, he had granted their request. Ernst started to sob again but his mind was in the present this time and Kathi only had to hug him until the bad moment had passed. Kathi remembered her own father having nightmares for the first few years after the Armistice but he had never talked about the experiences that caused them. Even after he had been persuaded to see ‘All quiet on the Western Front’ in the cinema, his only comment, despite the tears in his eyes, had been; “It was a lot worse than that.”

 They made love once more before Ernst took Kathi to lunch at a smart riverside cafe in the Burgplatz. They had a view of the Oberkasseler Bridge and the heavy Rhine river traffic passing beneath it; swans bobbing in their choppy wakes as did yachts taking advantage of the mild and sunny November day. Although there was a breeze, it was warm enough for them to sit at an outside table where they were served by a heel clicking waiter in a crisp white jacket.  

“Liebling Kathi,” Ernst began hesitantly and she paused in devouring her delicious Westphalian Ham salad, pretty certain what was coming.

“You have been so good to me. I must be mad as well as presumptuous to ask this but, will you marry me?”

Kathi sipped at her wine and then looked around her. She had already made her decision but it had not been an easy one. Ernst was a successful business man who would keep his wife in style and comfort and Kathi had no problem with the twenty year difference in their ages or Ernst’s appearance. She knew that he would be a faithful and loving husband and that she could easily fall in love in with him, although this kind and dignified man reminded her too much of her own father. She liked Dusseldorf; her best friends and her parents would be close and she was pretty sure that Ernst would not object to her continuing, all be it discreetly, as a dominatrix.

But, once again, none of this matched her burning ambitions and she was not prepared to give up on them for the sake of a comfortable life when she believed that there a far greater and more exciting destiny ahead of her elsewhere.

She put her wine glass down and reached over the table to touch Ernst’s scarred face. At Kathi’s insistence, he had taken off his hat when they sat down and, seeing the answer in her eyes, tears formed in the corners of his.

“Ernst, please listen to me“, she said softly. “I do love you and I would be proud to be your wife but I would not be faithful to you. I am in love with an unfulfilled dream and no matter how happy you try to make our lives together, that dream will always be there between us. We would both know it and it would make us unhappy. Believe me, there is no other reason. Not your looks,” she said as she stroked wisps of hair away from his forehead with her fingers, “or your age.”

It was Ernst’s turn to look away as he recovered his composure.  

“Thank you for being honest with me Kathi,” he said finally. “I knew it was too much to hope for. A man like me has to pay to satisfy his needs and a few years ago I got involved with another young woman who fulfilled that service for me. I was stupid and blinded by love, despite Mistress Sable’s warnings, and suffered both emotionally and financially when she ran away with a lot of my money but not before revealing how much I disgusted her.”

Kathi winced in sympathy at the pain on his face. “What about Miss Sable? I think that the two of you are more in love with other than you both care to admit. Why won’t she marry you?”

Ernst smiled bleakly at Kathi. “You are right, but Mistress Sable is still in love with her dead husband. His ghost stands between us and she will never betray him.”

‘Just as you are still in love with your dead wife’, Kathi thought to herself.

They finished their meal in silence and then took a taxi to the Hauptbahnhof. Kathi could not hold back her tears as her train pulled out of the station and she waved goodbye to Ernst, yet deep inside her, she felt that she had successfully passed an emotional milestone in her life.  

The rest of her time in Dortmund was fairly uneventful while the Democratic Government of Germany edged ever nearer to the precipice over which it would fall.

Although she did not know it, Kathi went home for the last Christmas that she would ever spend with her parents and then, in the New Year, it was almost time for her to return to Dusseldorf and Miss Sable. 

Before she left Dortmund however, one outstanding problem, which had exercised Kathi’s mind for some months and was which name she would choose to be known as when she became a qualified dominatrix, was solved for her by Heinz.

One afternoon, a client had asked to be abused and humiliated and Kathi was quite happy to oblige; making him crawl naked around the dungeon and then the house while she whipped him, applied both the toes and heels of her boots to his body and screamed insults and obscenities at him. At the foot of the stairs, his toes caught in a rug, dragging it after him and Kathi punished him with a furious onslaught of kicks and blows with the whip, unaware that Heinz had just come home from school and was standing inside the front door, watching them with his usual solemn expression on his face.

When Kathi relented, he looked at her and shook his head. “Ooh Kathi”, he said. “You are spiteful!”     

To continue this story, click The Saga Of The Spitefuls

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