Fleur IV: Amsterdam

After the short break, Van Hovens and Fleur continued their interview where they left off. The professor wanted to know more about the evolution of his guest’s masochism.

“So, you were saying earlier that there was another specific event that kickstarted all the activities we categorized as ‘extreme’? Could you describe what happened at this event?”

“Yeah, so this must have been about five or six months after that party that I just described. I had been living at Megan’s for a while at that point and my drug habit was getting serious. Simply put, I was addicted and I started damaging my nody, especially my teeth.”

“Are you still using any drugs at the moment?” Van Hovens interrupted Fleur.

“No, nothing steady. Some pot, some X from time to time.”

Van Hovens continued to make his notes while the pretty blonde across from him continued telling tales of her past.

“But at that time there was this guy, this man I should say, I believe he was at least three times my age and was married with children older than me. Megan and I originally bumped into him at the parties we frequented. He left me his number one time after he had seen me take a pretty harsh whipping on my tits and pussy, but he already had another girl he was always with and I was busy chasing other things and we never connected before. So now I ran into him at one of the studios where I went from time to time to shoot the S&M videos I was in.”

Suddenly she stopped and looked up at the professor.

“You got to understand here, that these ‘productions’ I was in at the time were not professional in any way, shape or form. Nothing like what you may think or know of porn productions. This was just a bunch of older men and women getting together in warehouses, with construction site lights filming it with old fashioned handy cams. No phones or digital cameras allowed. Payment was in cash and no one checked any ID or STD’s. These videos didn’t end up on the internet for a long time. And even now there’s only one or two and they’re not widely available. They all were about 20 minutes long, meaning I could do four or five of them on one weekend day, getting 750 to 1500 euros for each, depending on what I had to do in them. We started with girl-on-girl bondage and spanking stuff and saved the harder stuff and boy-on-girl for later in the night.”

“So, you ran into this guy you knew? And this kickstarted new activities?”

“Yeah. Usually we would have four to six girls there, taking turns in the scenes that were filmed. Just so you could take a break in between performances and production could continue filming others. So yeah, I was done with my last scene and as I walked out, I ran into him. He recognized me and we said ‘Hi’, nothing else. Turns out he was there to direct and perform in the scene after me with another girl. Usually I’d get paid and leave not long after my scenes were done, but this time he, his name is Peter, asked me and the other people from that day to stay around, cause the last scene is going to be ‘something wild that they don’t wanna miss.”

“So, what happened,” Van Hovens wondered.

“The girl he was performing with couldn’t handle what they were doing. He whipped her so hard on her thighs and ass that he broke not only her skin, but several bamboo canes. By the time they were supposed to go to the next part, the girl had become a sobbing mess and they had to halt filming. When it was apparent that she wasn’t going to continue, they kind of panicked. Until he realized I was still there too. Peter later told me he had said to the producers something along the lines of: ‘I’ve seen her take even more than we have planned here, she can do it.’ So they offered me another bunch of money to do the extra scene and fill in for the girl. Told me it was the whipping I had already seen plus some tit piercing and anal with my hands tied behind my back. Of course, I had to prove myself again, so I agreed.”

“So the whipping was more extreme than before?”

“I had been whipped before to the point where my whole ass was beaten to a pulp, but this was the most brutal whipping I had done on video up until that point. It wasn’t the most extreme part, though. With my ass bleeding, I had to go on my hands and knees while he fucked my ass and pulled my hair and they bound my breasts into balls with elastic bands, you know the big ones they use for mail? After that he liked to cane them from the bottom, where the ‘flesh is softest’, according to him. When the final part happened, I realized what they had meant with ‘tit piercing’. I thought it would be the standard needles through the nipples or areolas. I’d had that done before numerous times, but this was the first time I had meat skewers pushed through my bound tits. God, I was so scared when I saw those pins, but also extremely horny from being used like that. They hammered a long pin through the middle of each of my breasts. It hurt like a bitch, but it made me cum extra hard when they ripped a couple of orgasms from me with a Hitachi. When the productions were done, Peter and I exchanged phone numbers and soon he took me on a few trips across Europe to satisfy the special needs of associates of his that he was in touch with online.”

“You mean he had others use you for S&M sex?”

“Sometimes. I mean, it depended on what his clients wanted. Sometimes they just wanted to watch a live performance, sometimes they wanted to just have girls for themselves for a night or a weekend, sometimes they wanted him to film what they were doing with his girls.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah, I think I traveled alone with Peter only once or twice. Usually there was at least one other girl. He took whoever his clients requested from a little portfolio book he kept. I think he had at least two of every kind: blondes, redheads, brunettes, skinny, curvy, tall, short, you name it. Someone for every appetite.”

“And these activities were more extreme than before? In what way?

“Well, they could be anything. I remember one time Peter drove me and another skinny blonde out to Paris. His client was a rich old man in his late seventies, maybe even older. He lived alone in this giant city apartment with multiple bathrooms. First we bathed individually in front of him while he watched. When we were both done and the large tub was emptied, he had us stand side by side while he eyed us from top to bottom until he pointed at me to go back in the empty tub. There were tons of communication issues since he only spoke French and we didn’t, but what ended up happening was that the other girl poured multiple jerrycans of honey out over me until I was fully covered in the sticky liquid. Then he got up out of his chair and massaged my whole body with his bare hands for at least an hour.”

“That doesn’t sound too uncomfortable to me,” Van Hovens replied. “I’m sure that was just one side of the coin?”

“What do you mean?”

“That is was one of the least physically demanding jobs that you went on, but there were others that were quite the opposite.”
“Yes, definitely. I mean, I got paid almost 700 Euros for that two-day roundtrip and I got free food and travel. I thought that was a lot, until I found out that Peter had received 3000 Euros for the whole thing and kept the rest of the money for himself. At this time, I learned a lot about how much cash goes around in the sex industry, especially where acquired tastes and special interests are involved. That adventure with the honey was an easy job and it was reflected in the money.”

Other stuff was more mentally challenging than physically demanding, or just kind of niche, with things like the more common pony play and stuff like cake farts, watersports, vacuum beds and even furries.” Fleur giggled a little. “And whipping. A lot of men are into whipping girls.”

“So, I’m curious, what did you get your biggest paycheck for?”

“Biggest paycheck or biggest physical impact?”

“They’re not one and the same?”

“No, my biggest check, by far, came from a job for a man who had me and two other girls for a whole week to serve him in his attic bdsm dungeon. While he treated us harshly, it was more bondage and endurance than physical torture and he spread his attention between the three of us and I walked away with a ton of cash and, except for the muscle aches, not a great deal of physical discomfort.”

“So, what was the one with the most physical impact, then?”

“That would have been two nights at the hands of a woman by the name of Lady Laura. She was an experienced professional dominatrix from Belgium in her late forties, who took a special interest in me after she saw me in Peter’s book. She had booked me half a dozen times before and told me on numerous occasions she couldn’t believe how someone like me existed. A mind as depraved as mine in a killer body. ‘You look like you’re fifteen but fuck like you’re thirty-five’ she used to say. She called me her ‘pearl’. During our last booking, she said she was ‘on to me’, that she knew I didn’t do it for the money, that she could see the lust behind my eyes as she treated me harsher and harsher. She confided in me over dinner: she was diagnosed with late stage pancreatic cancer and doctors had only given her a few months to live, if even that. That night she took me to a bdsm party as her personal slave, enrolling me in several pain competitions with her friends’ slaves. Eventually the games stopped and we all gathered to watch one of the hostess’ slave girls being gang-tortured in different uncomfortable positions by groups of people taking turns. After most of them were done, the hostess tightened a belt around the girl’s neck while her guests grotesquely abused her slave girl’s ass with whatever increasingly large objects people could come up with. It was brutal and so hot at the same time. When we came back to her place in the middle of the night, she suspended my well-used body on the rack in her dungeon and informed me that the next night the party would move to her house and I would be the ‘pearl of honor’ for the end of the last party of her life. It turned out to be the hardest physical play for me up until that point, and by this time I was by no means inexperienced. I couldn’t walk properly for two weeks after they were done with me and I bled for a while and needed stiches because they tore both my pussy and my ass a little when stuffing me. I have trained to play with even bigger things since then, but at that time it was a jump from hard play to extreme play for sure.

“You’ve already told me something about the ‘why’ of that event that led you into the ‘hard’ and ‘extreme’ activities. You said you got aroused, because the situation had already created expectations for you, some kind of reputation. Would that be a good description?”

“Yes. In my head I have always been further along than in reality. I mean, the kind of porn I watch for my own enjoyment and arousal is certainly not for everyone. But it’s always been like that, when I just started watching porn online, I started with stuff that most people shy away from. It was the norm for me. And once you think you’ve seen it all, you go look for stuff that takes it a step further. So, when I got into that one party that I remember so clearly, inside, in my head, I was ready to take that plunge, but I don’t know if I could have done it in front of people that I knew. I assumed and projected the strangers’ expectations there to expect me to behave a certain way, and I behaved accordingly.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I abandoned all feeling of shame that I or someone could have. I just wanted to be everyone’s ultimate fantasy slave girl, the girl to do what made others hesitate or quit. I guess it’s ultimately a desire to please others, to validate my worth and self-worth by acting like I didn’t have any at all. Or maybe it meant having so much self-worth and confidence to push my body through extreme situations. That’s quite the paradox that I’ll leave for you to figure out.”

Fleur laughed and Van Hovens chuckled. He understood what she meant. And it was all a matter of perspective. The professor looked at his watch. Time had flown by during the interview with his enigmatic guest and it was time to wrap things up.

“We’ll have to continue this on Thursday,” he informed Fleur. “I have quite a lot of information to digest and a whole lot of pointers and subjects already scribbled down for our next chat. I’ll see you at our next appointment. Thank you.”

Fleur thanked him as well for the pleasant interview and expressed hope that her experiences would help his research. After a short string of pleasantries and formalities, Fleur stepped outside and found her stomach growling.

“Let’s find something to eat,” she said to herself and headed into the city.