Fleur III: Suffer Club

When the piglets were done with the second round of saline injections, they discarded their syringes while Mistress Dominika got up from her seat to join the action. Before she got up, she had slipped out of her small tube top and she was now completely nude except for her black leather thigh high stiletto boots, a shiny golden leather garter belt and matching elbow gloves. Her breasts were very obviously surgically enhanced. They were recently blown up to even more unnatural proportions with 1250 CC implants, an upgrade from the 950 CC’s she had before. Her pierced nipples sat on top of large areolas that were tattooed into star shapes. They featured thick rings that were fitting for the size of her inflated breasts.

“I know what those are like,” Fleur thought to herself, recalling the very first time she’d accidentally ended up in a little bit of trouble at a pretty hard S&M party and had her nipples pierced with thick 4G rings. They were too large to keep in afterwards, so she had them taken out again after a week.

Dominika’s arrival prompted Natan to slow down his anal assault. Fleur was seriously impressed with the stamina he had put on display. When he pulled out of Ilonka’s ass, his impressive cock was still hard as a rock. It got immediately tended to by two of the four blonde piglets, who had now put their hair up in high pony tails and started stroking him off and licking his cock together.

Mistress Dominika now stood over Ilonka’s head and ran her gloved fingers over the girl’s immensely inflated bound breasts. She squeezed the girl’s large nipples and tugged on them before nodding her head as a signal to Kiara and Apolline to bring her some supplies. The twins soon arrived with two more syringes like the ones they used to fill up Ilonka’s tits and handed them to their mistress. They received new instructions and took new positions on their knees next to each other on the opposite end of the torture table.

It may have looked like the girl’s tits were filled to their maximum, but whenever those kinds of illusions presented themselves, Dominika knew there was a role for her to play. Of course those tits were full. Of course saline was seeping out of them wherever the fluid found a way out of the glassy-looking stretched skin. And of course more saline fluid was going to be put in.

The hollow needles went into Ilonka’s tits through the girl’s impressive thick and inch-long nipples and the mistress started squeezing another 300ml of saline out of the syringes, while slowly pulling the needles back out. She tried to distribute the fluid equally and inspected the end result carefully before she dropped the syringes to the floor. She didn’t seem happy.
Kiara and Apolline had started their new task already and by the time Dominika looked up, both girls had a hand lodged in one of Ilonka’s holes. Apolline had four fingers in the girl’s neglected pussy and Kiara was already up to her wrist in her ass. The twins were kneeling next to each other while they worked their fists up the slave girl’s holes and they now took turns receiving Natan’s large cock in their own asses. The big guy was kneeling behind them and plowed them just as hard as he had previously done with Ilonka.

The two other piglets with their high pony tails had made their way back to their mistress and stood side by side, watching as Dominika used two metal tube clamps to try and bind off the long and inflated nipples she was working on. The saline injections had turned them more into orb shapes than the long nipple strips Dominika wanted them to be. Flattening their base with tube clamps seemed to help somewhat, but not fully.

Mistress Dominika enjoyed playing with the enormously inflated tits in front of her. She dotted Ilonka’s continuous long moans with sudden shrieks and louder wails over the next few minutes as she injected very small amounts of a different fluid all around the girl’s breasts. She used a concentrated formula of a formic acid that basically made Ilonka feel like her tits were engulfed in fire. The pain was insanely intense, a level 4 on the Schmidt index for approximately 5 minutes when used in combination with the saline fluid.

Erin and Fleur had no idea what the mistress was doing exactly. The only thing they saw, was the two piglets running back and forth and supplying Dominika, who injected something from very small syringes into the girl’s tits. They didn’t know whether the louder sounds from her were caused by what was happening with her tits or what Apolline and Kiara were doing to her pussy and ass. The girls seemed to have a lot of fun working their hands deeper and deeper into Ilonka, going as far as their elbows and trying to rub each other’s fists together deep inside.
“You see those tattoos?” Erin asked Fleur.

“Yeah, is that a tribal thing or something, with the matching red and black bands?”

Erin chuckled. “Maybe. You should be able to figure out what they mean, though. Just look at what they’re doing!”

Fleur understood immediately. “So why the different colors?”

“Red marks where they got with themselves, black how deep they got with others.”

Fleur tried to look closely again and had seen before that both girls had at least half a dozen rings of each color on their arms, between their wrists and shoulders. “How do you put your own arm up your ass until the elbow?” she wondered. Even with her experience in extreme sex acts, she found every once in a while that there was something new to learn. She watched the little fisting extravaganza for a few more moments until the other side of Ilonka’s body demanded attention again.

“Now let’s add something a little more special,” Mistress Dominika yelled. She whispered something into the ears of her blonde piglets and the girls darted away to fulfill their mistress’ wishes. One of them went off to the supplies while the other went to fetch the dark-haired slave girl, who had been sitting obediently on her knees where Dominika left her. The duct tape seemed to have worked wonders on her mangled nipple.

The blonde pulled the wounded piglet by her hair until she was in front of her mistress. Dominika had already received what she needed from the other blonde. While the two blondes held the other girl sitting up, the tall mistress bent over and squeezed the girl’s non-taped nipple and tugged on it with her gloved fingers, trying to get it a little hard and erect.
“It looks nice and juicy, let’s see what’s inside,” Dominika laughed and she produced a scalpel, which she sliced straight through the tip of the girl’s nipple from top to bottom, effectively slicing it in half. The gash bled like a pig, of course. It was about a centimeter deep and split the whole nub of the girl’s nipple in two parts. The girl screamed at the top of her lungs when the scalpel went through her flesh and seemed to pass out from the pain or the blood or a combination of both.

While the two blondes held her up in a sitting position, Mistress Dominika discarded the cutting tool, picked up two of the smaller-sized empty syringes and filled them up with the blood that seeped out of the fresh wound she had just created. When she was satisfied, she spoke something inaudible to the blondes, who clipped the wounded girl’s sliced nipple with two alligator clamps to stop the bleeding, before dragging her away to the back.

Dominika was left with two syringes filled with the girl’s blood. She tapped them a couple of times and sprayed a few drops of blood out in the air, before taking her standing position over Ilonka’s head again.

Fleur and Erin watched closely as the wicked mistress prepared to take the whole scene to a new and unexpected level. While some mildly depraved individuals might have expected Dominika to empty the contents of her syringes over the tortured girl while she was fisted in her pussy and ass, the whole atmosphere in the room had been different all along. Of course Fleur and Erin knew what was going to happen, it was only a matter of waiting to see it actually done.

They didn’t have to wait long. The insane mistress sank the needles of the two syringes into Ilonka’s clamped nipples simultaneously and squeezed their contents slowly but very clearly into the tortured tissue of her slave girl.

Ilonka had no idea of what was actually happening and that she had another girl’s blood injected into her nipples. She only knew her insanely heavy tits felt like they were on fire and that her insides were being probed deeply by some enthusiastic individuals. She was just trying to get through this ordeal alive. It was definitely more intense than the two individual test sessions she’d had with Natan and Dominika. Those had been short, painful and degrading, and focused on just one area of her body. This was everything at once. She hadn’t been prepared for it and floated constantly between intense pain and unconsciousness, without being able to control anything of it for even a second.

Dominika yelled Natan’s name, which was her signal to tell him that they would be wrapping things up. As some kind of ‘encore’ for their little audience tonight, they had decided to wrap this test session up in style. Natan pulled his cock out of Kiara’s ass and Kiara pulled her arm out of Ilonka’s ass, while Apolline’s arm stayed firmly inside Ilonka’s pussy.

Kiara’s arm was quickly replaced by Natan’s cock, which went balls deep into the girl’s well-opened ass, but the guy wasn’t fucking her. Instead he left his cock where it was. Kiara already had her own fist in her mouth and was savoring all the flavors from Ilonka’s insides while watching her twin sister work a little hand magic inside the tortured girl. It was very obvious what Apolline was trying to do now; she was trying to jerk Natan’s hard cock off while he was inside Ilonka’s ass and she had her hand in the girl’s pussy!

While that action was happening on one end, Mistress Dominika was having some fun of her own. After playing with the flat chests of her piglets for a couple of weeks, the gigantic inflated breasts of Ilonka were a welcome change. She removed the clamps on the nipples and tried to squeeze as much of the fluids she had injected out of the tissue again and alternated between using the tips of her gloved fingers and using her whole hands.

The girl’s tits had been oozing fluid and blood ever since the big syringes had deposited all of their content and the whole scene had created a bloody, wet mess. Dominika enjoyed it immensely and played with Ilonka’s tits while creating another wet mess of her own by letting her pee flow freely over Ilonka’s head and masturbating herself to a loud climax.

Natan had displayed a tremendous amount of control and restraint until this moment, plowing the asses of three girls with his cock without a noticeable ejaculation or erectile problems. It had certainly impressed Fleur. When Dominika came, he instructed Apolline to remove her hand from Ilonka’s pussy and he fucked himself to orgasm inside the girl’s ass, grunting and screaming out loud when he finally shot his load.

While he pulled out and had his cock licked clean by Apolline, Dominika had her pussy lapped by Kiara. They both took a good minute to come down from their high before disappearing in the back, leaving the twins to take the gyno table off its brakes and also roll it out of the room for the end of the little show.

When everyone was gone, Erin and Fleur were left alone in the play room. They needed a few seconds to process what they had just witnessed.

 “Wow. He was already good. But man, she is seriously like a trip. What a bad bitch dominatrix. Is she for real?”

“Hahaha,” Erin laughed. “I knew you’d like my Dominika, she’s like the perfectly deviant sadistic yang to your -no offense- fucked up ultra-masochistic yin.”

“Fucked up, huh?” Fleur chuckled.

“I think you’re pretty obsessed, yeah. It equally scares and fucking excites me to think the two of you will be colliding soon.”

“I hope it excites you more than it scares you,” Fleur deadpanned. “Cause I wanted to ask you about another thing I was wondering about.”

“Of course it does. It is in my interest to improve Suffer Club constantly. If the two of you can take it to new and thrilling levels, that’s awesome for me. So what’s that you were wondering about?”

“I think I can continue to be honest and open with you, especially after what we shared tonight, so I’m just going to throw it out there: does she take anything for the sessions to make her perform like that or is this how she is naturally?”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“Does she snort or slam anything to help her perform?”

“Not specifically for the shows that I know of. We have all kinds of stuff here. Pot, X, coke, whatever else you would like you can find downstairs from someone. As long as it doesn’t interfere with their ability to perform, I don’t care what they do. I honestly have no clue. Why the question in the first place?”

“If what I just saw is her sober, I wonder what she’d be capable of on something that would take her inhibitions away. That thought alone really gets me fucking wet.”

“You are fucked up, seriously,” Erin chuckled. “Are you serious?” She looked at Fleur, who looked dead serious to her.

“Yes, I’ll be honest with you. You know, I haven’t always been completely open with people when they asked about my past experiences, because, well, I have learned that my choices haven’t always been accepted. I always tell them my current boyfriend introduced me to S&M, but in reality I was introduced to sadomasochistic sex on drugs before that. I didn’t seek it out at first, it found me and excited me. But I embraced it to a point that wasn’t good for me. Those days are now behind me, but I do know how certain drugs can really enhance the experience.”

“And they can also mess things up.”

“True, but look at it this way: what Dom just did with that girl’s tits... I mean, wow. What a trip. And I remember the photos Mistress Elsa showed me of Suffer Club, the ones that got me out here in the first place. You’ll probably remember them: skinny blonde being used in every way imaginable by about two dozen people. She ends up being pissed upon with her tits nailed to a tree stump and several people double fisting her. That must have been Dom’s work. I can’t wait to feel and see what she will have in store for me. But deep inside I want it to go further, harder, have a little extra. To almost ensure that she will expand her limits more with a little chemical aid, and to be in a session where you both go in knowing that you don’t know what that will lead to... it thrills me so much.”

“Would it still be responsible for me to allow this?” Erin countered.

“We’re already adults consenting to let me give up my consent for a period of time during which the goal is to perform entertaining and shocking genital torture, so yeah, you tell me,” Fleur chuckled.

“When you put it that way...”

“Well isn’t that what it is? What if I said: I’ll consent, but only if your most devious and sadistic dominant is chemically encouraged to let go of all of her inhibitions?”

“What makes you think she has any to begin with?”

“Everyone does. And chems really expand people’s horizons and behavior. Trust me. I’ve been there. I’ll tell you right now I’d encourage and even ask you to give me anything that that will let me last longer or be more sensitive during any play session, but I don’t want any downers that will numb the pain. Those were the first drugs I stopped using when I realized I didn’t need them to have intense stuff done to me. I learned that my body finds it way more stimulating to receive pain without the downers, haha. That’s when I knew I wasn’t just a simple masochist. I am a very complex masochist.”

“So how did you really get started in all this?” Erin wanted to know.

“Yeron was his name. A real asshole, but my asshole. He was the first guy who really, fully used me. I was on vacation in Spain with a friend. My mom had traveled with us to make sure we would be safe, since we were going to be staying with the son of one of her friends and she wanted to check him out in person before she left me there for two months. They got along really well and she liked him, but from the moment his and my eyes met, we both knew we’d be having sex sooner or later. My mom stayed for four days while grueling sexual tension built between me and him. After we dropped her off at the airport, I don’t think it was even an hour before I had his cock pounding my ass.”

“Really?” Erin laughed.

“Yeah, I was such a horny little slut, even then, though I was inexperienced as shit. That all changed that summer.”

“How so?”

“Sex with him was amazing. You know, the first few days I felt like the shit, being fucked by a real man with experience instead of messing around with the boys that I knew. He liked his sex rough and left marks all over my body. I wanted to show him how tough I was so I let him do whatever he liked and did whatever he wanted and I bailed on my friend whenever she wanted to go to the beach or whatever. She quickly found new friends there just like I did.”
Fleur paused for a second.

“We fucked all day and went out all night. That’s how I met Yulia, one of his “friends” there. She was a business student, and had been there for a good two or three weeks before I got there. She looked like the inexhaustible girl that partied all day and night and she could drink more than the guys. It seemed like she knew everyone. I thought she was cool, so I wanted to become her friend. She wanted to know how long I was gonna stay and when she found out it would be till the end of August, she pulled me into a stall at the ladies room of one of the Banus clubs that we hung at and introduced me to coke. ‘You look a little tired,’ she said to me. ‘This will help, trust me.’ When I clumsily snorted the line she had prepared for me, she added: ‘If you want something to make the stuff he wants any easier to take, I have that too. Just let me know.’ How the fuck did she know what he and I were doing? I felt a lot less special right there.”

“I get a feeling of where this is going,” Erin responded.

“I was so naive,” Fleur replied. “But wait to hear where this ends up. So instead of asking her or confronting him about it, I stay and party with her at that club, alternating between dancing, trying to get the attention of the DJ and trying to get into the VIP tables. I later realized I hadn’t seen him anymore at all when I woke up nauseous and with a splitting headache two days later, naked on the floor of some unfamiliar room next to a bed in which Yulia was also naked, shaking like a leaf.”

“Party time!” Erin laughed.

“Yeah, super fun. Hashtag sarcasm,” Fleur quipped. “But the best is yet to come. I understood later that Yulia took her snow to be able to drink more. But she was a very skinny bitch, so after every two days or so, she would crash hard and take a while to get back up again. Somehow at some point Yeron called and picked me up again. Instead of questioning him about everything, I tried to please him even more; I really felt the need to be special to him. So I messaged Yulia about the stuff she had offered me. It would cost me, she said. I didn’t care. My dad stocked my bank account well. So I ended up with a bunch of pills that I was supposed to take before having sex again. The next four weeks were and still are a blur to me. All I know is that I tried hard and managed to call my mom every couple of days to let her know that the beach was so nice and everything was going well with me. But that I was really busy having fun and my phone didn’t have network coverage everywhere. She said she understood.”

“So what was really going on?” Erin inquired.

“As soon as I started taking Yulia’s drugs, stuff started to get out of hand. I felt super horny. We fucked all day long. But Yeron soon started acting different to me. I have no idea how much time had passed, but at some point I woke up under a running cold shower. My body even more bruised than usual with him, cuts and marks across my tits and abdomen, rope burns on my wrists...”

“Shit, girl!”

“Yeah, it gets worse, Fleur continued, “I got up, stumbled around nauseously and looked in the nearest mirror and saw the biggest mess with a bloody nose I’d ever seen. Then Yeron came barging in with a friend, he’s happy that I’m awake again. Apparently I had been out for a while when they put me in the shower. I had a splitting headache and told him I wanted to go. To see Yulia. But then his attitude changed completely. To summarize: he had a phone full of photos and videos of me, not just having sex with him and this guy that I never remembered seeing before, but with about half a dozen other strangers including some dark-haired girl that I apparently let piss in my mouth after eating her out.”

“Wow.”

“I was shocked and I felt so dirty and used. I was confused. But that was not the end of it. He was using the recordings to blackmail me. The last video showed me on my knees sucking off four guys before they bent me over a table with my hands tied and legs spread wide, and they took turns fucking my ass until they all came inside me. ‘You’re gonna see these guys again tonight,’ he said to me, ‘and I have another few friends – that’s what he called his clients – lined up through the weekend. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll see to it that these videos get leaked online.’ So yeah, he totally blackmailed me. I mean, what was I gonna do in a foreign country, drugged out of my mind. Turned out he had me on ghb and molly for days before he even showed me what he really was. I spent four and a half of my six remaining weeks in Spain like that. When my mom came to pick me up again, I’d had about 10 days to sober up and get better. She thought I looked exhausted. If only she knew. Thankfully I was able to hide my bruises from her. And my doctor never told her about the chlamydia and HPV I contracted.”

“Jeez, that’s some adventure! Sorry to hear you had to go through that.”

“That’s how it started. Don’t be sorry. Yeah I don’t like how he drugged me without my knowledge, but after my initial shock and cries, I got off so fucking hard on getting physically used
like that, that I hooked up with him not even a month later when he was also back from Spain.

I was soon taking these drugs every Friday night that my parents let me go over to Yulia in Amsterdam that winter. I would see her about every other time. Usually I’d take a train straight from school to Yeron. He worked some part time job at his father’s company and had his own apartment in the city. That was our base. Yulia would often come by. We usually started out with the three of us, but as the weekend moved on, he would take me to his ‘friends’.”

Fleur paused, but Erin gave her a look that made her feel like she should continue her story, so she did.

“Looking back objectively, what happened there was nothing I should have been involved in at that time, but it was nothing more than basic group sex, a little degradation and some occasional flirting with bdsm.”

Erin couldn’t help but laugh out loud at this point.

“Nothing more than basic group sex,” she repeated, trying to imitate Fleur’s voice as best she could.

“Occasional flirting with bdsm.”

They both started laughing.

“Well yeah,” Fleur tried to justify her wording, “The most extreme thing we ever did that first summer was that Yulia would bite my tits and push safety pins through my nipples while Yeron fucked me. I didn’t get into real sadomasochism until later.”

“So what happened,” Erin wanted to know.

“After a while, Yeron found a new girl that he prioritized. Yulia and I stuck together. Hell, I had developed a habit and she was my dealer. I got the feeling that she was in love with me and I used that fact. We loved going out to parties as mistress and slave girl, complete with a leash and the whole shebang. At first we’d switch that up, but quite quickly I was the slave girl all the time. The parties that we went to were more fetish sex than hardcore bdsm, though occasionally I came home after a weekend of fun so bruised that I had to cancel photo shoots that I had planned.”

“Photo shoots?”

“Yeah, I still had hopes of becoming a fashion model at that time, hahahaha,” Fleur burst out laughing. “I’m not tall enough, though, unfortunately. But I knew this photographer and he was kind of obsessed with me. He knew how to get clothing endorsements and I got him to get me several skimpy bikini sets. I gave him my measurements that were a size or two too small on purpose. I already had big tits and my body was toned as fuck from swimming and karate, so I almost burst out of the fabric.”

“I think I saw one or two of those in your portfolio, could that be?”

“Yeah, there are a couple in there.”

“Anyway,” Fleur continued, “A while after those shoots, we were supposed to do more new ones. Eventually he was going to get the swimwear sets and we did a test shoot. I had my own bathtub and sauna and there was some question about the light being good inside. We did the test, figured out what light and reflector panels we needed and scheduled the real shoot for some other time, since it would take up a large part of the day. Plus, I felt like I still needed to tone up some more physically.”

“You? In all the photos and videos I’ve seen of you, you’re slender as a knife,”

“Yeah, that’s because I make sure I do tone up in advance, haha.”

“So did that planned shoot ever happen? Or is this where your bruises got in the way?” Erin asked.

“Almost, there’s something else to it. My mom showed me this fashion magazine with a bikini shoot in it. Halfway in, there were two shots with the model in an empty bathtub, just wearing the bikini bottoms, not the top. In the first shot, she was sitting with her arms crossed in front of her chest, in the second, she was on her knees, pouring a bucket of water over her head. ‘Why don’t you do something like that?’ she asked me. ‘Your body is probably never going to look as good again as it does now and you might regret later not having taken the opportunity’. She spoke out of experience, she used to be a model in her youth.”

“Uh huh,” Erin nudged Fleur to go on.

“So I take some pictures of the magazine and send them to the photo guy, making sure to mix the topless shots in with the regular ones, to see his response. He’s like ‘Okay, cool, I’ll save those for our mood board’, but doesn’t really say anything else. So I have this all figured out, I think. Stay away from Amsterdam for two months to tone up, study for my exams and do this risqué photo shoot all before starting a new chapter of my life after the summer.”

“Or so you thought…”

“Yeah, exactly. Well, most stuff happened that way, but the photographer rescheduled and delayed the shoot to a moment after the summer time. And by that time it was too late. Of course the summer in Spain took its toll on my body. I didn’t feel like shooting when I came back home. With my new college schedule, I only went to Amsterdam one weekend a month and totally lost touch with Yeron, but still stayed with Yulia every time. We first continued with the fetish sex parties like before, but things quickly got more intense.”

“So those photos never happened?”

“The photo guy stopped talking to me after I had been leading him on for a while, saying I would do the shoot, but delaying it time and time again. In Amsterdam, I found myself increasingly attracted to the more physically demanding people and rooms at the parties Yulia and I went to. Even ended up in some pretty extreme situations by accident or chance. And yeah, who’s going to do a bikini shoot when they’re physically exhausted and covered in cuts and bruises? I ended up in very different kinds of photo and video shoots around that time. And a few months later, I moved to Amsterdam to live with Yulia. Everyone thought I was going to continue my education there, but I don’t think I ever went to a single class, haha.”

“Instead you fell deeper into the rabbit hole?”

“What?”

“Oh, that’s a figure of speech..”

“I’m not really good with those, sorry.”

“You didn’t go to class, but partied more?”

“Yeah stuff kinda got out of hand pretty quickly actually. Even though we were roommates and she was still my dealer, Yulia and I started drifting apart. She liked drooling over hot girls in leather and latex at more commercial and mainstream fetish events, I preferred smaller places that had a more S&M edge and play rooms where actual rough sex was guaranteed to be happening. For a while we still went to both together, but more often than not, I would lose her somewhere along the way on my quest for the biggest cock of the night. She was still in love with me and my increasing appetite for her candy, so she put up with it.”

“I see, so that’s where you went off the rails for a little bit?”

“She had a bunch of male gay friends who were boasting about being really into extreme chemsex and had these orgies that would last several days sometimes. Even though I went once and found that women have no business there, unless they wear gigantic strap-ons, the concept was a lot of fun and incredible sexual pleasure. Within a few weeks, I had learned to slam meth and used that together with gbl as a downer. They told me it would make me be able to do anything I wanted to try. For a while it really felt like that, the sex I had was amazing and I was able to go on for hours and hours. I wanted more. I still got Yulia to come with me to increasingly heavy bdsm parties and asked her to be my mistress and play with me in public whenever there was a chance. She did a few times, but it wasn’t really her thing to end up watching others use and humiliate me in front of her. Eventually I went on my own, navigating my drugged-up way though more and more kinky and deviant situations.”

“Wow, that’s quite the experience, how did you survive?”  

“I was lucky. For a while months I was really off the rails. The crazy thing is, I remember most of it really well. I just hated ‘Suicide Tuesday’,” Fleur chuckled. “But I learned to get through it. And I’m glad I’m off the stuff now.”

“How did that happen?”

“At some point, I met my boyfriend, funnily enough at one of the more tame places I frequented at the time. The first time we actually talked, there was an immediate spark. We received some small aftercare together after a play session we were both in as subs. I think at that time it was obvious I was on drugs and he addressed it frankly and sincerely. He was very sweet to me and swore to me that he’d get me off the stuff, and he did. Even though I wasn’t ready at all for it at that time.”

“But you eventually let him in?”

“It didn’t take that long, maybe three weeks to a month. I was conflicted. I knew I couldn’t keep going the way I was, but was addicted to the rush of edgy sex. Plus, he was much older than me and I learned that he just got out of a fourteen-year relationship at the time. I didn’t want to be the rebound girl. I lied to him a lot at the start of our relationship… about my age, my past experiences. He had no clue of how many men and women I had actually fucked and what I had let them do with my body until more than a year later. This was after I joined him on a visit to Mistress Elsa. After that, I couldn’t really keep pretending to be as inexperienced as I had told him.”

“The cat was out of the bag?”

“Another one of those figures of speech, huh?”

“Yeah. It means that your secret was no longer secret.”

“Definitely. That night where I surprised him by jumping from sex splashed with more and more pain to straight up genital torture with a professional Mistress, that was a turning point in our relationship. He was supportive and I finally confessed to him that I’d done quite some extreme bdsm before I met him. I guess he was kind of disappointed that he wasn’t the one who ‘initiated me’, but he confessed to me later he had his suspicions all along. He quickly got over it when he realized what options were open from that moment on. He immediately wanted to know every dirty little detail, and convinced me to tell Elsa the truth as well, hahaha.”

“I’m sure you didn’t disappoint, if he’s still with you,” Erin laughed.

“He is so supportive and proud of me, I sometimes can’t believe the things he lets me do.”

“Well, good for you,” Erin replied. “It’s good to have a solid support system for anyone, but especially when you’re in the business we’re in. I’ve always had people like my friend David around. He’s kept me in balance whenever there were tough times and looking back, that really made a difference. Let me check my phone for a second.”

While Erin checked her phone, Fleur did the same, only to find that her 4G had no coverage in the place she was at, so catching up with all her social media would have to wait. Erin had good news, however.

“David, the Toymaker, he took the bait! I took the liberty of sending him a few photos of you that Elsa had forwarded to me and he is asking if I can arrange a meeting. What should I say to him?”

Fleur was surprised but delighted. Again, she was reminded how important it was to build a social circle. She didn’t have many friends and dreaded visits like today’s until the moment she was actually there, then everything was fine. She was glad she went and anxious to find out more about this David.

“I don’t know. He lives near here, right?”

“About twenty minutes by car or train,” Erin replied.

“Well, I’m here at my hotel for a few more days, so I could maybe visit him soon.. maybe tomorrow or the day after? I can adjust to his schedule.”

Erin typed a reply to the response she had received from David, and to her satisfaction, he appeared online not even a minute later. They had set an appointment within three messages and Erin closed her phone again.

“He wants to see you tomorrow, 11 in the morning. I’ll send you the address tonight,” Erin said.

A sparkle lit up Fleur’s big bright eyes. How could she be so lucky? Another exciting visit on this trip? This couldn’t get any better. Erin was happy that she played a part in arranging this meeting, she knew for sure that both Fleur and David would take a liking to each other and that she did well to set the two up together.

“You will have to bring a portfolio to David on a tablet or laptop,” Erin said. “Knowing him, he will really want to interview you while watching the footage together with you. Be prepared to tell him all about the photos and videos that you selected."

“I have everything with me, so that will be no problem,” Fleur replied.

“Good. Then I think we’ve done quite well today,” Erin sighed. “You should get some rest, tomorrow’s another important day. Where are you staying?”

“I’m at the Adlon Kempinski, near the Brandenburg Gate,” Fleur Replied.

“Ooh, nice!” Erin remarked. “I’ve been at their lobby bar once. Nice place, they even have a fountain with frogs and elephants on it, if I remember correctly. You should be able to find a taxi cab easily that can take you to David and back again. Let me call you one now, so you can go back and relax.”

After Erin arranged transport back from the underground club to her hotel, she and Fleur left the play room for some small talk and a drink. They exchanged contact info and a promise to be in touch before Fleur would travel back home. Then Erin saw her new friend out and sent her to her hotel by taxi. It had been a fruitful day.