Fleur IV: Amsterdam

Fleur took her phone out of her purse and saw that she had three new messages and a missed FaceTime call from Dominika.

“Is it okay If I go for a smoke and make a few calls?” she asked Van Hovens.

“Sure, back here in, let’s say 15 minutes? You can also go to the balcony through there,” he added, pointing at another door leading away from his office.

Fleur nodded and got up. Once outside, she was stunned by the beautiful view behind Van Hovens’ office. She lit a cigarette, took a few drags and checked her phone.

“The place is arranged! Mark your calendar: London, May 6,” the first message said “Wait, when are you back from Amsterdam?” read the second and “Call me back asap!” was the third.

Instead of typing a response, she decided to call Dominika back. It didn’t take the mistress long to pick up.

“Hey, did you get my messages,” the German dominatrix said in her heavily accented English.

“Yes, I’m doing that research interview thing now, I’m on a break.”

“When are you at Lisa’s and when are you back from Amsterdam again?” Dominika got straight to the point.

“Um, I’m calling Lisa’s later today to postpone the Extreme Dolls thing I was supposed to do on Saturday. I’m getting a company to move my stuff into storage today and tomorrow and I have another interview here on Thursday, so, Friday? Or Saturday at the latest?”

“Excellent,” Dominika said. “You will let me know if that changes. It’s important.”

This is how Dominika talked to Fleur. In the imperative form. It was important for Dominika to have Fleur out of Amsterdam before the weekend.

Dominika had spent the last two weeks to arrange a new place to live for her sister Barbara, since she caused a lot of unrest at their brother’s house. The siblings had eventually received the OK from Mistress Lisa for an internship for at least three to six months, but Dominika didn’t want Fleur and her sister running into each other there.

“Hang on. I forgot,” Fleur added. “There’s this old escorting regular I have at Elsa’s, who has offered double of the usual price to get an appointment with me tomorrow night. He saw me when I went to talk to Elsa about all that happened, and he doesn’t know yet I planned to quit, so…”

“Make sure your John films you when he works on you,” Dominika said. “I want you to send it to me immediately after.”

“Yes, mistress, of course,” Fleur replied.

“What is he into anyway?” Dominika pressed on.

“He is…,” Fleur paused for a second, “very… physical. He doesn’t use any toys or tools, just his hands, arms, his cock, and his teeth. He likes to make me watch myself in the mirror when he uses my body. He is primal. Choking, slapping, squeezing, fisting. He also likes to bite me really hard, and he won’t mind that my tits are scabbed right now.”

“Okay, I like what I hear. Ask him if you can put me on FaceTime so I can watch live. Give him a discount or do it for free if he objects at first, understood?

“Yes, mistress, of course,” Fleur said again.

“Good girl. Is he on that little drive of yours?”

“No, mistress, I don’t think he is. We never filmed anything.”

Dominika was referring to a computer hard drive with several terabytes of videos and photos that Fleur had collected of her own jobs, performances and private playtime ranging from vanilla solo photoshoots to the most depraved torture porn imaginable. The mistress had insisted on getting a copy after she learned of its existence.

“I’ve been enjoying your little archive very much,” Dominika informed Fleur. “Just a few hours ago I got off hard on watching a couple of French guys toying with you. You know you’re delicious in that gold leather harness, mmmm. With Kiara’s mouth on my clit and Apolline’s tongue in my ass, it was a very fun watch. But such as shame it wasn’t filmed in HD. Still a lot of re-watch value. Let me find it again.”

Fleur didn’t know immediately what video her new mistress was talking about. Several were filmed during early S&M escort jobs somewhere in Northern France where she wore a gold colored leather harness that she loved.

“I like how it gets right into action as soon as you arrive with the appropriate pleasantries,” Dominika commented on the SD video that she had just restarted on her laptop. The video was most likely recorded with a 8mm camera and digitized from there. It featured the 80s and 90s style date and timecode, which was set to the obviously incorrect date of November 21, 1996, when Fleur wasn’t even born yet.

The video started with Fleur being greeted at the door of a simple apartment, later shown to have a kitchen, living room, bedroom and adjacent bathroom. Dominika grinned as she watched Fleur being grabbed by her -then dark brown - hair by the naked man who opened the door. She was pulled inside and to her knees in one sweeping move before the door was shut behind her.

“I love it. They strip you immediately and have you French kiss them as an introduction within the first minute of getting there.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if I remember that one. Is it the one where they make me masturbate with a cone shaped cheese grater?”
“What? No. I don’t remember that at all. This one they make you lick their assholes for two minutes each before they take turns spitting in your mouth. Then the video cuts to six minutes later with you standing up inside a room with a gold leather harness on and some small chains around your waist and your hands spread above your head between a bar that’s hanging from the ceiling.”

Dominika forwarded the video a few minutes and licked her thick lips as she saw two balding, middle aged men methodically and harshly torture and use the perfect body in their apartment.

“I really had to look a couple times before I saw that it was really you,” Dominika commented. “With the darker hair and none of the scars that you have now, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“I looked a lot different before, Mistress,” Fleur replied.

“But already so fucking hot and submissive,” Dominika countered.

She continued watching as one of the men massaged Fleur’s perky breasts from behind while simultaneously kissing her deeply. She reciprocated enthusiastically. Another man was hanging weights from several alligator clamps that were clipped on her outer and inner labia, giving them a nice downward stretch, before assaulting them with vicious hits from a studded riding crop.

Dominika licked her lips as she watched Fleur’s tight body writhe in pleasure and agony as the men amped up their play. The gold colored harness brought out the best of Fleur’s body while it didn’t seem to obstruct any of the activities the men had planned. The straps were about half an inch wide and ran in diamond shapes around the girl’s breasts, slightly compressing them and pushing them up and out. Two straps ran over her shoulder and down her back, where they met with a horizontal strap that completed the bikini shape. From the bottom of the breast triangles on the front side ran two straps down in a V-shape to her belly button, where a metal ring was the centerpiece of the bottom half of the harness. Another horizontal strap ran here to the sides and all the way around her waist. Two more straps ran down her pubes, flanked her bald pussy lips to the sides of her thighs and ran back up over her buttocks to the horizontal strap around her waist.

The whole harness wasn’t tight, but just tight enough. A thin metal chain was pulled tighter around Fleur’s waist and several lengths of the same kind of chain hung down her thighs and pubes.

Dominika forwarded the video once more to view the last part of this segment.

“This is my favorite part,” the mistress said, mostly to herself.

“What do you mean, Mistress?” Fleur asked.

“Oh, this is right before they bend you over to fist your pussy and finger your ass. Damn, what a tight hole you still had there! This is the part where they pierce your nipples and stretched pussy lips before dripping the hot wax on you.”

While Dominika watched as the men took turns sliding their hypodermic needles into the soft flesh of their slave girl, she continued her conversation with Fleur.

“So how was the talk with Elsa?”

“It was weird,” Fleur replied. “She felt guilty in a way, for what happened with her girls at my home. It’s just all so damn confusing right now. I just want to get this stuff done and get back to you, where I know which way is up. I’m moving my stuff into storage tomorrow afternoon.”

Fleur was referencing her recent change in relationships that had happened all of a sudden. After her recent visit to Berlin, she came home to find not one, but two young women staying over at the place where she had lived for little over two years with her boyfriend. They’d had several of Fraulein Elsa’s girls-in-training staying over in the past, but it had always been a joint decision, and joint fun.

This time, Fleur wasn’t consulted. When she came home a day earlier than planned after she didn’t hear back from her boyfriend for a few days, she found the two, one in her bed, the other in the shower, while her boyfriend was nowhere to be found. He had a lot of explanations and excuses when he did get home later in the day, but Fleur just couldn’t handle it. She decided it was time for a break at least, a long one possibly, and left. It was as if Dominika’s proposal to come live in with her came at the right time and Fleur was back on her way to Berlin again the next day.

She hadn’t spoken to Fraulein Elsa at that time, but visited her yesterday to inform their shared mistress that she and her boyfriend were taking a break and that she would stay with friends in Berlin for the time being. Those friends were Dominika and several of her slave girls -she called them ‘piglets’- who lived with the Mistress. Fleur had lived with other women and had sexual relationships with several of them, but she had never been completely infatuated with one, until now.

It was difficult to know if her feelings were reciprocated, but everyone who knew Dominika did notice she acted different than before, ever since she met Fleur. Dom kept thinking that Fleur wasn’t her ‘type’, she was so different from the piglets with her big breasts and toned physique, but Dom couldn’t deny that there was something, especially in the ultra-masochist’s behavior and mind that attracted her tremendously. Fleur’s unconditional acceptance of Dom’s no-limits playbook helped a lot. Her request to completely remove all safety nets and have Dominika torture her under the influence of drugs had slowly crept into the mind of the dominatrix and had spread like a virus.

This was the reason why Dominika had not hesitated, after Fleur passed her little ‘test’, to contact one of her online friends, Mistress Ava. At 26 years of age, Ava was like an older online sister to Dominika. They had never met in person, but had been exchanging ideas on the same web sites for years.  

Ava and her friends in the Greater London area were some of the most hard-core pain players in Europe, if not the world. They had recently been picked up by some of the fringes of mainstream media because of their increasingly intense video projects where several disciplines of sadomasochism and body modification collided. They dealt in all kinds of acquired tastes, like cuttings, piercings, branding, suspension, amputation and castration, combined with extreme sexual torture and blackwork tattooing. They had only one goal: inflict as much pain as possible, take something from their masochist and/or leave permanent marks as mementos.

Contrary to what an ordinary person would believe, the collective wasn’t short on volunteers for their sessions. They actually had a whole auditioning process, because they couldn’t accommodate all their bookings. Despite her very busy schedule, Mistress Ava had cleared time in the first weekend of May for something special: a 24-hour no-limits tag-teaming torture session in which Fleur and another girl would be kicked over the edges of both their physical and mental limits by Ava, Dominika and several others working in shifts on different parts of their bodies.

Fleur had begged Dominika to help her take the next step in her quest to be the ultimate torture doll. Dominika had been the first and only dominant to be open to Fleur’s idea of using drugs during a session to take away the dominant’s inhibitions. It was unclear if she had any to begin with, but that was another story entirely.

Ava was intrigued by Fleur’s story as told by Dominika. Her sadistic chops were already at level 100: she was the one who thought up and performed the sick tortures that were designed for maximum pain and permanent damage, the challenge for her was in a different domain: she primarily wanted to practice her new hobby of tattooing. She’d been watching her boyfriend treating the skin of people with his blackwork and she had recently had a crazy intense session with one of her girlfriends, where she blacked out half of the blonde’s face as well as her breasts and nipples.

Unbeknownst to Fleur, Ava had informed Dominika that she knew the perfect place: an abandoned old hospital building  not to far outside London that was slated for demolition. One of her friends had recently done a long S&M session there and he said that even though the building had been abandoned for almost 30 years now, basically everything inside was still the way they left it, even a fully equipped surgery wing, mental ward, dining hall and library. The only thing he had to bring were power generators for any lights and electricity they would need. And now the date was set: May 6th, right before the place was to be knocked down once and for all.

“Uuuugghhhh,” Dominika let out a long moan. “Damn girl, your asshole was still so small and tight then. Look at how much effort it took to swallow two fingers and a tiny plug and think of what we put up there now!”

Fleur hardly remembered the exact session that her new mistress was watching, she never really watched her own videos back.
“I think I’m going to call Kiara and Apolline in here, because I need to blow off some steam now. But mark your calendar, May 6th,” Dominika said. “Ava said we can go all-out between Saturday and Sunday afternoon. Her cousin runs security for the site and he will get us in, we can bring as much equipment inside as we like and maybe even have a nice party in another part of the lot. We can leave the place as filthy as we want, blood on the walls and all, no one will notice.”

“And you trust this Ava will deliver what she has promised?” Fleur wanted to know.

“Trust me. She can still teach me a thing or two about inflicting pain or degrading a slut. She will mark you more than you can fathom now.”

Just hearing those words from Dominika sent a shiver up Fleur’s spine. She genuinely felt like she had moved up from the playground to the major league. There was a lot to be excited about, but first it was Van Hovens’ turn again.

“Hey, make sure you let her know how much I want this, Mistress” Fleur replied. “I have to go now; cigarette break is up. Talk to you tonight.”

“K, bye.”