The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 41 - Three Of A Kind

Dusseldorf, March 1931

“Well, that was better than my act,” Mistress Sable said as she fitted a cigarette into the end of a long holder. “What’s your name child and who was that?”

“I’m Kathi and that was my lift home to Essen, Madame”, Kathi replied, her voice very deferential.

“I’m not a Madame”, Mistress Sable laughed. “I’m Mistress Sable but my name is Romilla and my friends call me Romy. My drunken blonde cousin here, celebrating her birthday, is Mistress Scylla otherwise known as Ella. Misery face over there is also my cousin and her real name is Jacqueline but her slaves address her as Mistress Sybille. I don’t know why she always looks so gloomy; it could be because she is half French or because the night that she told her boy friend that she was pregnant, he went out to buy a bottle to celebrate and never came back. I’m more inclined to put it down to the fact that she lives in Dortmund, which would depress anyone”.

Ella had been sorting through the bottles and found one which was not empty, tipping the contents into a glass which she pushed across the table to Kathi with a wink of her eye, while the corners of Jacqueline’s wide lips twitched in acknowledgement.

“Did you enjoy my little demonstration?” Romy asked, expelling smoke and looking at Kathi out of the corner of her eye.     

An embarrassed Kathi struggled to find the words to describe her feelings. “Oh yes, it was so powerful. I just can’t say…”

“You wet your knickers, didn’t you?” Ella leaned across the table laughing. “I was watching”.

Kathi’s face flushed again and she hung her head. Romy reached out and lifted Kathi’s chin with a finger, noting the tears welling in the girl’s eyes.

“There’s no need for that, you’re among friends here. Tell us a bit about yourself.”

Relaxing slightly on her chair, Kathi sipped at her drink and, in a soft voice, recounted the few facts about her life so far. Time went by and another bottle was opened; a strong Alsace wine that made Kathi giddy and fearful of what would happen if she tried to stand up.

“Did you get any nice presents for your birthday?” she enquired politely of Ella who gave her strange look and ran the little tip of her tongue over her glossy lips before replying. “I have now”.

Kathi shivered but realised that it was more from anticipation than fear. She decided that it was time to get out of here while she still had some control over herself. The others looked up in surprise as Kathi struggled to get to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Romy asked.

Kathi blinked and tried to speak without slurring her words. “I’ve got to try and get my coat out of the cloakroom, then I’ve got to find the station and then I’m going to sit on a bench there until the first train to Essen in the morning”.

“You can’t go there!” Romy looked shocked. “The Town’s drunks and homeless take over that place at night. Even the Polizie leave it till the morning to go in and sort out the bodies. You’re coming home with us. Don’t worry about your cloakroom ticket, the Manager knows me. Ella, go and get the car; Jacqueline can give me a hand with Kathi”.

As it was impossible to get Kathi’s limp arms into the sleeves of her tweed coat, Jacqueline just draped it over her shivering shoulders and held the girl upright on the pavement outside the club. The car, when it came with a grinning Ella on the back seat, was a huge and highly polished black Mercedes, driven by a uniformed chauffeur.

“Is this yours?” the overawed Kathi asked.

“Actually it belongs to the Mayor and so does Josef here”, Romy replied, entering through the rear door which the driver held open. “He lets me use it on occasion”.

Kathi was fast asleep on Jacqueline’s shoulder before the car had even moved away from the curb.

Home for Romy proved to be a large white painted house, on the edge of the Grafberger Wald, in the northern suburbs of Dusseldorf. An elderly and sleepy couple answered the door and, having been paid a number of Marks by Romy, put their coats on and left.

“I’ll go and check on the boys”, Romy said, lifting the skirt of her leather dress so that she could ascend the staircase. “Someone open a bottle for God’s sake”.

“Boy’s?” Kathi murmured.

“Our sons, we have one each”, Jacqueline replied as she slipped Kathi’s coat off her shoulders and lowered her gently onto a couch in the lounge. Ella had found a bottle of brandy and four glasses in a corner cabinet and was pouring a generous amount into each when Romy came in.

“They are all asleep with angelic smiles on their faces; I shudder to think what they are dreaming about”. Romy took a sip from her glass before standing over Kathi who was struggling to stay awake on the couch alongside Jacqueline.

“How are you Kathi?” she asked solicitously.

“I’m very tired”, was the reply. “Can I go to bed soon, please?”

“In a little while”, Romy said with a smile. “Why don’t you help me out this dress? It’s far too hot to sit around in.”

Pushed to her feet by Jacqueline, Kathi could do no more than fumble through Romy’s long brown tresses to find the zip at the back of the dress and give it a pull; Romy herself wriggled the tight leather costume down over her waist and then let it fall to the floor. She then turned to face Kathi whose heart started to beat faster when she saw the magnificent body before her. Romy was tall and all the parts of her body were beautifully proportioned; two large pale breasts with little brown freckles nestled in the cups of a black strapless corset which pinched into her waist and then ended on her hips. Taut black suspenders stretched down, over white thighs to clips on black silk stockings encasing long booted legs. Below the bottom fringe of the corset the gusset of a pair of black silk panties bulged where it concealed her vulva. Kathi had never before been so near a naked or semi naked woman, except for her mother and a muscular Games Mistress who liked to shower with the teams after a match or practice, and certainly never one so breathtakingly beautiful.

Kathi’s emotions were in a whirl; she wanted to look like this, she wanted to know what it would feel like to wear such fabulous underwear and she wanted to touch that exquisite body. But it was Romy who had to take the initiative because Kathi was unable to move her limbs, reaching out and drawing Kathi’s face up to her own so that they could kiss. Kathi closed her eyes as their lips met and her body started to tingle, a wet tongue flicked at her own and she tasted alcohol and tobacco. Her senses reeling from expensive perfume in her nostrils, Kathi clutched at Romy’s hips to stop her legs collapsing under her and then Romy’s arms were around Kathi’s back, crushing their two bodies together. Kathi’s brain was telling her to break away but her body would not obey and her hands were stroking Romy’s hips and well rounded buttocks.

Kathi almost collapsed when Romy broke the clinch and the older woman caught the girl beneath her armpits.

“There, that was nice wasn’t it? Why don’t you take that blouse and skirt off and then you can help Ella and Jacqueline get out of their dresses?”

When she was certain that Kathi was not going to fall down, Romy withdrew her support and sat down in an armchair, stretching her long legs while she sipped at her glass and lit another cigarette in her holder. Kathi was unbuttoning her blouse when she remembered how cheap her cotton underwear was compared to Romy’s and she hesitated, her face coloring and tears welling in her eyes again.

“Here, let me,” Jacqueline stood up and took over undressing Kathi, for once a warm sympathetic smile on her lips. When Kathi’s blouse and her skirt had been removed Jacqueline’s cold fingers trailed across the girl’s bare shoulders and back, making her shiver and she hardly noticed that her bra was being unhooked until it started to slip down to her arms. Making a grab to hold the cups over her breasts meant that Jacqueline’s thumbs could tug the elastic waist band of Kathi’s damp knickers down to her thighs without interference. Kathi stopped resisting and let both garments fall to her feet so that she was left wearing a thin white suspender belt, tan stockings and shoes. Jacqueline firmly pushed Kathi’s hands from her breasts and vaginal mound and gave her creamy body an appraising look.

“Well, I wish that I had had a body like that at eighteen; maybe I would have got a better man than the shit that ran out on me”. He smiled again and turned her back on Kathi so that her black woolen dress could be unhooked. The black silk chemise underneath clung to her body like a second skin as she turned back to face Kathi. Jacqueline took Kathi’s hands and placing the palms on her own bust guided them down to where the suspenders crossed her bare thighs to her stocking tops. Kathi had never touched such a sensuously rich article and her mouth was going dry with desire when Ella rudely pushed Jacqueline aside to stand facing Kathi.

“Come on, it is my birthday, you know”. 

Kathi had to reach down and around the little blonde’s body to grasp the zip at the back of her short leather dress which brought her face close to the thick black kohl mascara surrounding the big brown eyes and the bright red gloss on Ella’s prominent upper lip. She waited until Kathi had pulled the shoulder straps down to reveal that she had not been wearing a bra before quickly tugging the rest down past the black lace corset around her waist. Then Ella reached up and, putting her hands around Kathi’s neck, crushed their lips together for a long passionate kiss. Without knowing how, Kathi found her hands were on Ella’s large breasts and she clutched them inexpertly, making Ella wince when her nipples were pinched.

When they parted from the clinch, Kathi immediately sat down on the couch next to Jacqueline and took a big drink from her brandy glass, which did not make her head any clearer. She leaned back and took a deep breath, conscious of Jacqueline’s fingers stroking her bare shoulder, Ella’s breasts swinging as she bent down to get a pack of cigarettes from her handbag and Romy’s long black stockinged legs.

“Now Ladies”, Romy announced, “let’s finish our drinks, get these knickers off and then adjourn to the dungeon”.  



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