Fleur IV: Amsterdam

Life in Germany had been pretty bipolar for Fleur. On the one hand her unconditional submission to Dominika was so simple compared to the confusing mess she left behind in Amsterdam. On the other hand her deviant mistress’ antics and lifestyle proved to be a real physical and mental rollercoaster.

At first Fleur dove in because of the high probability that Dom would accept her proposal if she proved to be worthy. The proposal being, of course, that the mistress would perform a lengthy torture session under the influence of drugs that would take away her inhibitions. This was something Fleur set her mind to. While a date had been set for an extremely demanding and long session in the UK, Dominika was still contemplating the idea of actually taking the drugs Fleur wanted her to take. And while Fleur went out of her way to be the most uninhibited masochist, her suspicions that Dominika may not even have any inhibitions or limits while completely sober, grew stronger and stronger.

The things this young mistress did and made her slave girls do, was something Fleur had previously never even thought of. Every day at Suffer Club was an over-the-top bdsm orgy that started in the late afternoon and lasted until the break of dawn.

When Fleur moved in, Dominika shared her spacious living quarters with no less than five ‘pets’: skinny, small-chested masochistic girls, whom she called ‘Piglets’. The girls were used in every way imaginable, explicitly without any limits or questions asked.

In an attempt to create order in her chaos, the ultra-sadistic mistress had assigned some of her torture pets to different days of the week. Fleur got a slot on Thursday, French twins Kiara and Apolline got Friday and the other Piglets were fair game throughout the weekends.

The assigned days didn’t mean no-one else received sadistic attention on those days or that anyone with an assigned day was only used by Dominika on those days. It simply meant special rules and special attention.

Mistress Dominika enjoyed all of her pretty-looking gorgeous pets a great deal, but she knew she had something special with the utterly depraved skinny twins Kiara and Apolline, who were shamelessly filthy, but still had a lot of pain training to go.

The opposite was the case with the ultra-masochistic Fleur. She had sought extreme sexual pain and physical submission as an art form and was a seasoned masochist with the scars to prove her experience. Dominika had intuitively found out, however, that she was pretty inexperienced in some areas of mental submission and what the mistress found to be ‘deliciously filthy play’. The mistress, one full year Fleur’s junior, had demanded total unconditional obedience and submission from her new toy in return for a chance to be physically used in new and extreme ways that Fleur could only dream of. Fleur had accepted and went out of her way to prove herself to Dominika.

Their dynamic had been simple because of this: it was a genuine game of poker in which both parties bluffed their way through to the end. In the process, though, they had found that both of them had room to expand their respective horizons because of the interaction and chemistry they had.

The mistress had started using Fleur to fulfill fantasies that went slightly further than what she was used to with her piglets up till that point. One example being a recent knife play make out session the two had together.

Dominika had sent off Kiara and Apolline, so she could spend time alone with Fleur after the three subs had taken turns pleasuring their mistress with their tongues while performing various depraved tasks on each other as well.

The French twins had helped Dominika train Fleur in the art of full submissive toilet service since that was something the mistress expected of all her pets. Fleur was no exception and since she was committed to proving her submission to the demanding sadist, she had fallen in line with the activities at Dominika’s, even though it used to be a hard limit she had always had in place.

Of course, Fleur had to prove she was the best, also at this, and she had surprised even Dominika with her enthusiasm and willingness to please as a human toilet. For Fleur, this whole situation was a mind fuck experiment; she’d committed to being whatever her new mistress wanted her to be and without any familiar faces in these new surroundings, she had thrown all inhibitions overboard. Everyone here served Dominika this way, so why not make it an art form?

Dominika had already enjoyed Fleur’s long tongue deep inside her throat, pussy and ass before the full toilet service came into play after her previous return from Amsterdam. But once that barrier was broken, she’d only wanted that long and experienced tongue more and more.

Fleur had been training that tongue for years. With just the maledom abuse porn she regularly watched as reference, she had included deep rimming services from her very first own blowjob on. She was very familiar with the smell and taste of assholes and even though the very idea of eating excrement had repulsed her, she had found that her talent of quickly swallowing large things down her throat made the task a little easier than expected.

To her surprise, Dominika had granted Fleur’s request for a heavy pain play session, so when it was time to service her new mistress alone for the first time without the oral help of Kiara and Apolline, Fleur had found herself in a tight leather body harness on her back under Dominika’s special bedroom toilet throne. She held on to the chair’s legs with her hands.

Her pussy and ass had been punch fisted raw for at least half an hour by the twins while Dominika played with her bound tits before taking her seat just above Fleur’s face and telling the other girls to back up a little and watch.

The mistress had done exactly as her pain slut requested and now it was time Fleur paid her back. With the tube clamps on her areoles and clit now tightened to the point where her protruding skin parts almost turned black, Fleur’s bound purple tits and wet pussy slit had figuratively and literally been on fire after Dominika worked them over with various wooden and plastic canes before dousing them with fire accelerant and briefly setting the fluid’s vapors ablaze, much to the delight of the twins, who had enjoyed the little masterclass in sadism.

These were the kind of antics Fleur was now caught up in and she rolled with every punch. She had requested that Mistress Dominika give her a heavy dose of genital pain to amp her up for her first time alone under the throne and the young German mistress did not disappoint.

When Dominika clipped alligator clamps on Fleur’s crushed nipples and clit and sat down on her throne while pulling on the clamps’ chains, the only thing on Fleur’s mind was to please her mistress who was giving her the exquisite pain she was so desperately craving. So when Dominika’s sat above her face, she immediately started probing her Mistress’ ass with her tongue while she felt the tugs on the alligator clamps crushing her burning nipples and clit.

Dominika farted a little, but this didn’t deter Fleur one bit. She was committed to her new task and expertly performed what Kiara and Apolline had demonstrated before: circling Dominika’s sphincter and whatever came out with her tongue until a piece broke off or was getting so large that it could have some fellatio performed on it. The term deep throating got a whole new meaning here.

“Na, suck on that like if it was a small cock, I will wait to push it out so you can suck it a little,” Dominika commanded.

The mistress tugged on the chains and kept a steady pull on the alligator clamps while Fleur started performing her oral skills on the soft and short stub.

Dominika’s turd came out in two pieces, after which she released a steady stream of pee for Fleur to catch as well. It smelled of the beer that the mistress had been consuming since dinner, but it helped Fleur get all the stuff down. All the while, Dominika slowly tightened her grip and pull on the chains connected to the alligator clamps, making Fleur’s nipples and clit burn more and more.

Once she had swallowed the second piece and the last of the golden nectar, Fleur reached her tongue up again to fully clean Dominika’s asshole while the mistress increased her pull on the alligator clamps until they snapped off, evoking a series of loud grunts from Fleur.

The mistress was satisfied. For a first time performance, this was certainly top notch. She thoroughly enjoyed pushing Fleur’s limits and when she looked up at the skinny French twins who had been witness to the whole procedure, she got an idea that would soon force her slut to go even further. But that would have to wait. Now it was time to celebrate in a very intimate way, that’s why she sent Kiara and Apolline out of the room.

Dominika got up from her toilet throne and pulled Fleur away from under it. Leaving the tight harness and the tube clamps on Fleur, the mistress sat down next to her and removed the alligator clamps.

“Na super, Du heisse Schlampe,” the mistress complimented Fleur before she leaned in for a passionate French kiss. Dominika had no problem tasting her own shit and piss in the mouth of her toys and she aggressively pushed Fleur back down on her back while continuing their passionate kiss and positioning herself on top of Fleur.

After a minute or two of violent kissing, Dominika gave Fleur some air.

“Let’s celebrate,” the mistress proposed. “I want to do something special that I have been thinking about for a while,” the mistress said as she got up to procure a black wooden box and a purple belt from across the room. Her ridiculously enlarged breasts were so full that they barely moved back and forth as she made her way there and back again.

Dominika put the box down just out of sight for Fleur and took the belt and sat back down on Fleur’s crotch.
“God you make me feel so damn horny,” Dominika said as she leaned down and pulled the belt around Fleur’s neck. She tightened it just enough for the metal studs on the inside to start digging into Fleur’s skin and kissed Fleur passionately again.

When she saw the purple belt, Fleur already knew that her mistress was going to rapidly ramp up the play. Dominika only used these belts to completely choke her toys to unconsciousness while she performed some kind of extreme play with them. While Fleur had only limited experience before she moved to Berlin with the extreme kind of breath play Dominika practiced, she’d seen the purple belt used about half a dozen times on others and had felt it once herself. This instrument was not at all for decoration.

Dominika had several identical purple belts in different rooms around the place and they served only one purpose: to cut off a girl’s air during play, so that she could not scream or beg while Dominika played with them. They basically functioned like a regular belt, but were about twice as wide as the ones you could fit through the loops on your jeans. They also had way more tightening holes along the whole length. The first seven or eight inches behind the double-pin clasp featured a barbed-wire design of short, angled metal pins on the inside that were pressed tightly into the skin whenever the belt was tightened. And the mistress loved tightening it for heavy play, usually tightening the belts so much that her toys passed out during whatever she was doing with them. The previous time Dominika had used it on Fleur was a blur in Fleur’s mind, like the drug-fueled s&m weekends of her past.

“Tell me you want it,” Dominika said to Fleur in between repeated deep and long kisses. Fleur reciprocated enthusiastically, but didn’t reply immediately.

“Tell me you want me to do it,” the mistress rephrased her command. She rubbed the sides of her thumbs over Fleur’s clamped nipples and first tightened the tube clamps some more, pulling long, low moans from Fleur, before unscrewing the clamps completely.

Dominika scooted over next to her toy and took one of Fleur’s now very dark purple nipples between her teeth and placed the other between the thumb and index finger of her right hand while her other hand found its way down to Fleur’s clamped clitoris, which was also getting relieved from the tube clamp.

With the clamps removed, Fleur felt a hot stinging pain engulfing her tits and pussy. It was almost enough to make her cum, but she knew she wasn’t allowed to without permission.

Dominika slowly started massaging Fleur’s clit and pussy lips, but was considerably less delicate with her nipples. The Mistress aggressively sank her incisors and nails into the flesh and twisted and pulled the nipples up and away with her teeth on one side and her fingers on the other.

“Uuunnnggh” was the only long, guttural sound that Fleur was able to produce while her mistress ground her nipples relentlessly and masturbated her pussy with increased intensity.

Then all of a sudden Dominika stopped and got up again. Fleur had no clue what Dominika was up to, but she was so far gone between agony and ecstasy that she didn’t care too much anymore. She just wanted the play to continue.

“Beg me for it,” Dominika said as she opened the black box and turned around with two ice picks in her hands. Fleur only partly saw what her mistress was holding.

“Pleeaase,” she managed to produce, followed by a long pause. Then she said “play with me, whatever you want. I don’t care. Just do it to me and allow me to cum.”

Dominika was now back on her knees, hovering over Fleur, who was still on her back. The mistress showed her instruments of torture up close. Fleur saw the two ice picks with their sharp, tapered tips, about two inches in length and approximately 5 millimeters wide on top of ornamental wooden handles.

“Please use those on me mistress,” Fleur managed to beg, but Dominika wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Tell me what you would like me to do with these.” Dominika studied the lust in Fleur’s eyes.

“Please push those pins into my tits and play with them, mistress,” Fleur replied.

“First get on your knees and offer those delicious tits to me,” Dominika barked. “We’ll see if I let you cum. Now present!”

It cost Fleur some effort, but she managed to get to her knees and she interlocked her fingers behind her head and pushed her purple tits up and out, opened her mouth and stuck out her long tongue, just the way Dominika liked it.

The mistress had not been delicate with Fleur despite the upcoming marathon torture session with Mistress Ava and her friends in London. Fleur had asked explicitly about this, since Dominika had barely let her tits heal from her harness session with David the Toymaker. Fleur was used to giving her body enough rest between the heavier torture sessions to heal and at least have the scabs come off of body parts that were the focus of new play, but that hadn’t happened in recent weeks.

While Dominika had focused most of Fleur’s play and tasks on humiliation and obedience, there had been plenty of continuous physical damage as well that had left the girl’s tits more bruised, beaten and scabbing than ever before. A few weeks before her 21st birthday, Fleur was noticing that her breasts appearance was finally catching up with all the damage that was done to them. Up until now she had just been collecting scars, some nasty ones at that, but with Dominika binding her breasts almost constantly into tight orbs like tonight had made her feel like her magnificent tits were slightly starting to sag when they were unbound.

Of course, most of this was in Fleur’s head. Anyone who saw her stunning physique was instantly mesmerized by her beauty. She was a work of art if ever one walked the earth. Even though her breasts weren’t as perky anymore as Fleur remembered on her 15-year-old self, they put most of her peers to shame, even in unbound form.

Dominika had shrugged off the suggestion of healing until the London session, saying that Mistress Ava had explicitly said, when asked, that she didn’t care about the condition Fleur arrived in.

“We carve and mold the meat that we are given,” she supposedly said. “I don’t care what condition it is in,” adding: “Even if it’s flawless at the start, that won’t last long with us.”

It was quite a sight to see Fleur and her new mistress having play time together like this. When the tall redhead took off her boots and also was fully naked on her knees in front of Fleur, it was a very tender and sweet moment for the two as Dominika wrapped her lips around Fleur’s tongue and the two enjoyed another passionate deep kiss before the mistress tightened the belt around Fleur’s neck another notch.

Fleur closed her eyes and completely let go in the moment. She took slow, shallow, deliberate breaths as she felt how Dominika’s extremely inflated silicone tits softly rubbed against her own bound breasts and the sharp tips of the ice picks scratched the back of her shoulders at the same time.

Dominika wasn’t as gentle with the picks as she was with her tongue and she increased the pressure on the sharps until Fleur started making some sounds of discomfort, which was only after the pins had been pushed into her body enough to stay in place on their own.

Dominika left them in Fleur’s upper back for a moment while she fondled her toy’s purple breasts and squeezed her bruised nipples while the two kept making out passionately.

“Keep your tongue out,” Dominika instructed Fleur while she reached around to pull the ice picks out again.

Dominika was about a foot taller than Fleur and it showed when they were together like this. Fleur had to keep her head tilted up if she wanted to keep eye contact with her mistress. The two gazed intensely at each other while Dominika dragged the tips of the ice picks down Fleur’s back and then around her waist to the front, scratching skin and creating a shallow cut that barely bled.

Then Dominika lifted the sharps off of Fleur’s skin, stopped her focus on the kiss and looked down to place the tip of each directly on the bottom edge of Fleur’s areoles, a little under her very erect nipples.

Then she continued her kiss with Fleur and started pushing the tips forward and up.

With Fleur’s tits tightly bound, her skin was no match for the sharp tips of the ice picks. The pointy sharps broke through the skin without creating much indentation and Dominika slowly kept pushing her instruments deeper into Fleur’s tits.

Fleur had tried to keep up kissing her mistress, but when the pain had become too sharp, she froze while Dominika just kept licking her mouth and cheeks. All of a sudden, Dominika pulled back a little and slapped Fleur hard across the face with one hand, while the other grabbed her throat in a choke hold, crushing the belt and its metal pins even deeper into Fleur’s throat.

A flash of panic shot through Fleur’s eyes for a moment before Dominika released her grip and leaned in for another deep kiss, preventing Fleur from properly catching her breath, making her cough uncomfortably.

“Aww baby,” Dominika cooed with a wicked smile. “Look here!

The mistress moved a little back and flicked her fingers against Fleur’s erect nipples before grabbing the ice pick handles and moving them around a bit.

With the wide belt around her neck, Fleur couldn’t properly look down at what her mistress was gazing at. She was concentrating on keeping her breathing regular, which was a task in itself at this point. She felt like she was getting lightheaded.

Dominika kept her eyes on Fleur’s tits. She had pushed the ice picks completely into the flesh of Fleur’s breasts, puncturing the edge of her areolas at the bottom and inserting the pins almost straight up about an inch behind Fleur’s bleeding nipples.

There was little blood at first from the ice picks’ puncture wounds, but that soon changed when Dominika started pushing the pins more up and pulled them forward simultaneously until their tips broke through the skin at the top of Fleur’s breasts, right above the top ridge of her areolas.

Fleur screamed out in pain as the pins stretched against her skin from the inside and broke through again. Dominika paid little attention. She seemed entranced by what she was doing and bent down slightly to lick and suck on Fleur’s nipples while pulling them up and forward with the ice picks until the edge of the ice picks’ handles pressed against the skin.

It was amazing how Fleur kept her fingers interlocked behind her head while her nude mistress grotesquely abused her bound, purple tits.

Dominika lapped up the streams of blood and spit them in Fleur’s face and open mouth, alternating between left and right and sucking every drop and stream of blood she could find.

Then she stopped all of a sudden, leaving the ice picks embedded in Fleur’s tits. She started fingering herself while she scooted up to Fleur again for some more violent kissing.

“Na, why so quiet,” she wondered.

Fleur didn’t answer, she was too busy concentrating on staying in position, and conscious.

Dominika saw how dark red Fleur’s face had become from the tight belt around her neck and loosened the noose a little bit.

“Ach, du…” she started, “do you want me to make you cum already, or do you want me to play some more? I have something kinda special.”

Fleur looked at her mistress with wide eyes, but she didn’t say a word, trying to slowly get her breathing back to where she was able to talk.

“Please, mistress,” she pleaded between breaths, “do whatever you want.”

“There is another set of toys in my box,” Dominika informed Fleur. “I know you will love these.”

Fleur didn’t respond. Her whole body ached and she had to really concentrate to stay the way she was. The loosening of the belt around her neck helped, but not much.

Dominika got up and fetched the box from where she left it. She went back on her knees in front of Fleur and slowly opened the lid, revealing to Fleur what she had kept inside for this special and intimate moment.

The inside of the ornamental box was lined with purple velvet and when Dominika held it low enough for Fleur to take a look inside, the abused masochist saw two identical daggers. Their four inch blades were curved like a cheese knife without the forked ends. Dominika picked them up and scraped them against each other, filling the room with the sound of cold steel.

Fleur’s mind started racing. She had seen Dominika do crazy things before. What was she up to now?

“Look at these babies,” Dominika said. “Their strength, their power, their dominance over skin and flesh and everything underneath. Look how sharp they are!”

The mistress held the blades, one in each hand, right in front of Fleur’s eyes. She slowly moved the dagger in her right hand and lightly moved the blade across her own upper left arm, halfway between her elbow and her shoulder.

Dominika didn’t make a sound, neither did the blade as it made contact and slid across about two inches of her skin.

Nothing happened for a few moments, until droplets of blood started forming along the length of the cut. When they were big enough, they started trickling down Dominika’s arm in three little streams.

The mistress looked at Fleur. “Keep your hands behind your head,” she instructed her lover while she moved behind Fleur.

The two were surrounded by total silence. Fleur didn’t dare breathe and Dominika tried to concentrate, deciding on what she was actually going to do.

When the blades touched Fleur in the small of her waist, she only felt the cold touch of metal. It took a second or two for her body to process what happened and send signals of sharp, biting pain to her brain.

Dominika had placed the blades against Fleur’s back, just above her waist, and pulled the daggers up while slightly curving her moves and lightly dragging the sharps over the skin of Fleur’s back, creating a curved J-shaped pattern on the left side and a mirror image on the right.

The cuts, while shallow, immediately produced blood. Droplet after droplet popped up along the cuts and they started running down Fleur’s back in small streams. Fleur felt the wetness, like water or sweat on her back, and closed her eyes and drifted off to subspace.

Dominika watched for a second and then brought the daggers down for a second time, now starting at the shoulder wounds she had created previously with the ice picks and dragging the blades straight down, parallel to Fleur’s spine until she reached the bottom part of the J-patterns.

These cuts started bleeding too. Dominika enjoyed the feeling of power and destruction as she continued her work by creating  more cuts, horizontally this time, starting at the long vertical cuts and working her way outward. Fleur received three cuts on each side of her upper back, starting just a few inches under her neck with each cut about an inch lower than the other.

With the addition of the horizontal cuts, Fleur’s whole back soon was covered in blood. Even though Dominika had not cut very deep, she did cut through enough layers of skin to make a visually stunning scene.

Fleur hadn’t made a sound or said a word. The sharp, biting pain of the cuts only added to the trance she was already in from tonight’s abuse. She was simply in heaven. She closed her eyes and kept concentrating on staying in position and staying conscious.

She was rudely awakened from her meditative state by a harsh slap in the face from her sadistic lover.

“Hey, du,” Dominika yelled, “stay awake! The mistress had put her daggers down and squatted over a bedpan. “I’m going to wash your back clean again now,” she informed Fleur. In true Dominika fashion, she’d emptied a handful of kitchen salt in the bedpan before relieving herself. The resulting lukewarm fluid was enough to send Fleur into a frenzy when Dominika poured the contents from the bedpan down her back, washing the fresh cuts with her salt-laced piss. The mistress then rubbed it in for good measure.

Fleur tried to scream or even catch her breath, but it was hard with the purple belt still pretty tight around her neck. She coughed and choked, and it took her a minute to calm down again while Dominika watched and enjoyed every second of it.
The mistress knelt down in front of Fleur again and pulled her head back by the belt. Then she leaned in for another passionate kiss.

When she let Fleur get a little air again, the mistress said: “I’m gonna have more fun with those daggers now, you’re going to entertain me for a little video. See that camera there in front of you on top of the mirror? It’s going to film the next part.”

Fleur had trouble reconnecting with what was happening around her and didn’t fully hear what Dominika had to say. She did, however, see the mirror, camera and a Hitachi mounted on a stand in front of it.

Dominika kept talking. “Here’s what we’ll do,” she said. “I will play with your tits until you cum. And you can press your cunt against the Hitachi as much as you want.”

The mistress walked over to her GoPro and started the recording of her bruised and bleeding slave. Fleur still sat in her ‘presenting’ position when Dominika walked back over.

“Arms behind your back, position 2!” Dominika barked. She pulled the wired Hitachi that was standing up straight from a weighted base stand and made sure its vibrating top was placed against Fleur’s raw and aching cunt.

Fleur’s muscles hurt from stiffness when she brought her arms down to interlock her fingers behind her wet back. The Hitachi and the added strain to her abused breasts caused her to inhale sharply, which she couldn’t properly do with the purple belt around her neck.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as her mistress positioned herself behind her. Her bruised body on her knees with her raw and soaking wet pussy pressed on a Hitachi in front of her crazy mistress, her makeup ruined, with a wide belt around her neck and her tied, bulging tits now a dark shade of purple and the two handles of the ice picks sticking out from under them.

The masochist held her breath while Dominika grabbed the purple belt around Fleur’s neck with one hand a brought one of the daggers up with her other. Fleur could feel the warm breath of Dominika on her ear.
“You better cum before you pass out,” the mistress whispered while trying to lock eyes with her pain toy through the mirror. But Fleur was gone in ecstasy and had closed her eyes when her mistress had pressed her naked torso against her arms and back.
Ever so slowly, Dominika increased her pull on the purple belt, which she was tightening even more by pulling the strap up and to the side, while simultaneously reaching around Fleur with her other arm to position the dagger horizontally, right under Fleur’s left nipple, against her bound breast.

The mistress bit Fleur’s right ear as she pressed the sharp blade down and cut into her pain slut’s areola until she hit the pin of the ice pick that was still embedded in it. In one slow, but continuous move, she also sliced through the areola on the right side, creating two almost identical shallow gashes that immediately started bleeding profusely.

Fleur had long since stopped making any sounds of agony or pleasure and was just silently enduring her mistress’ treatment.

Dominika enjoyed the view she had in the mirror and her mind rested peacefully that her camera was documenting all these delicious moments.

She had selected the bottom part of Fleur’s breasts first, because she intended to do the same at the top, right under the spot where the tips of the ice picks protruded from Fleur’s breasts. However, in her enthusiasm she had pulled the purple belt so tight while she was wielding her dagger, that all of a sudden she felt Fleur’s body go limp. She let go of the belt and dropped her dagger to the floor and was barely able to catch Fleur before her unconscious body fell to the floor.

“So unfortunate for her,” the mistress thought as she turned Fleur on her side and removed the belt from her neck. “Maybe she really keeps thinking that I’ll let her cum. We’ll have to do something like this again sometime soon.”