Fleur IV: Amsterdam

The next morning, Fleur took care of some business. Several of her personal belongings would go with her to Berlin, but most of her stuff went into storage for the time being. Even though the break-up was a practical fact, with Fleur moving out of their shared home to get some space and distance, her boyfriend insisted on keeping their shared possessions in place. Fleur had agreed, partially because her head couldn’t deal with all the hassle right now.

Staying over at a friend’s house in an Amsterdam suburb, she only had a short tram commute to wherever she needed to go around town. A moving company that came highly recommended took care of her stuff.

Shortly after lunch, Fleur finished her shower in one of the many bathrooms at Mistress Elsa’s. As always, it took her considerable mental effort to resist the urge to pick at her scabs that had softened somewhat from the hot water. She felt like she cheated a little by rubbing her towels over them, removing some of the hard parts and revealing the new very pink skin underneath. She’d become an expert in wound management over the past few years and knew how to help heal them a little bit with good nutrition, Epsom salt baths and gels.

She looked at herself in the large mirror and traced the remaining scabs on her breasts with the tips of her index fingers. There were two wounds right under and above her areolas that hadn’t fully healed yet from a most intense session with Dominika, though the scabs were ready to come off any day now.

She turned to her side and tried to use a hand mirror to get a better look at her back, where a large hashtag pattern of very thin but long scars had formed over the last couple of weeks. Now fully healed, she was kind of disappointed that the incisions Dominika had made, had been so shallow that the scars were barely noticeable.

Fleur looked at her phone to check the time. About 10 minutes to go before her appointment in the attic loft. Herman, her client, was probably already here, also taking a shower and getting ready for his round of fun with Fleur. He had booked her half a dozen times before and despite the commercial nature of their arrangement, his shy charisma, sincerity and behavior had landed Herman some pretty sweet intimate perks in his interaction with Fleur that other clients would never get. For the short amount of time he booked, usually no more than half an hour to 45 minutes, she let him completely use her, inside and out, and the way he treated her aroused Fleur tremendously. Not just from the physical sensations, but mentally as well.

Fleur put her hair up in a bun, taken out her ear rings and applied no make-up or cologne, two things he had requested since their second appointment. Herman wanted her in all her natural beauty. She put on a robe, grabbed her phone and the snap-on stand and made her way up to the top floor, where there was just one large play room, no bathrooms or dressing rooms.

The loft was no ordinary attic. It had been converted into a slick, dark bdsm space with all-black furniture and ornaments. The large space featured a high ceiling and an extension that used to be a roof terrace, but was completely added to the room with glass walls and a glass ceiling, letting the sunlight or moonlight in and almost giving off the feeling of being outside. Elsa had been lucky to create such an atmospheric open place in the busy city of Amsterdam. Only one wall had to be put up to make sure there would not be any peeping Toms from a slightly taller building nearby.

The room was full of bdsm furniture and featured walls and cabinets filled with toys, whips and restraints, but none of those would be used this afternoon. Herman had agreed that Fleur could use her phone to FaceTime her mistress, but while he didn’t demand a discount, he put up the conditions that the phone be placed in one spot for the whole session and that the receiving end would not disturb him with sounds, comments or requests. Also he wanted to receive a copy of the recording that Dominika was going to make. Of course these demands were something that the mistress could live with and a deal was struck.

Fleur sat down on the wide leather couch next to a large round leather-padded and plastic-covered platform under the glass extension and looked around. For a moment, her eyes rested on the gigantic framed mirror put up in a stand against the far glass wall. Soon she’d be on the platform with Herman, looking at herself in the mirror. She checked her phone. Just a few more minutes. Dominika, impatient as always, had already started sending messages indicating that she was ready for her ‘morning entertainment’. The mistress lived in her own time zone.

“I’ll call in soon,” Fleur replied, “I think he’s coming.”

She heard the creaking of the wooden stairs leading up to the loft and moments later, Herman came in and closed the door behind him. Like Fleur, he wore one of Elsa’s robes after his shower. She got up and walked over to greet him and was met with his usual shy charm.

“Hi,” he said softly, ”you’re so beautiful again today. How are you doing?” He got aroused as soon as he saw her, with her hair put up in a bun and the radiant energy she gave off everywhere she went.

Fleur greeted him back and put her arms around his neck and embraced him for a deep and passionate kiss. She loved how he made her feel like it was his first kiss every time, like two kids behind the middle school gym after class. Herman reciprocated and the two of them built up to an intense and intimate moment the likes of which Fleur never shared with any of her other professional partners. She could feel his cock stiffen inside his robes.

It turned both of them on tremendously and helped Herman transition into the side of himself that he booked Fleur for. When they stopped, they both smiled and Herman showed her a leather hood that he brought. This was another result of the camera being there. Herman had no desire to see his 25-year career as a middle school teacher or his family life go down the drain because of this video recording.

Naturally shy, calm and soft spoken, the tall, overweight math professional was the textbook example of a double life. To his wife, daughters, students, colleagues and friends, he was an erudite and polite husband, father, teacher and friend in his day-to-day life. Once every few months though, he needed to let out a completely different, hidden side to his personality and at Elsa’s he had found a discreet place to let off steam. Finding Fleur when she became available had been the best thing for him, since she actually seemed to enjoy the sessions and wasn’t simply doing them for the money. It helped that she was also available during school hours at Elsa’s club, not even a fifteen minute drive from his work, making it possible for him to book a session at times when everyone at home assumed he was busy at work and everyone at home assumed he had gone home early.

Fleur had long given up the pretense of being a ‘good girl’ in her personal life, but could clearly remember how hard it was to suppress wants and needs that are frowned upon by society when she couldn’t yet live her life the way she wanted to.

She helped Herman put on his hood, which covered most of his balding head and face, but featured holes for his eyes and left his mouth and chin free.

“It looks kinda sexy on you,” Fleur quipped as she slipped out of her robe. “Is it OK if I put my phone there?” she asked, pointing at the position where she had placed her snap-on stand. It was far enough out of the way, but could still capture a good full-screen view of whatever action was going to happen on the little platform and get a good view of the large mirror as well.
Herman nodded, adding a little “Uh-huh” as he took off his robe as well, revealing his pear-shaped physique, which was considerably more hairy than Fleur remembered.

“I hope you don’t mind all the hair,” he apologized while Fleur placed her phone on the stand. “My wife doesn’t want the stubbles anymore so I can shave no longer.”

Fleur didn’t care. Just like she didn’t care that his cock, though it had a considerable head for its average length, was far from impressive, even in its most erect state. What she and Herman had, was not about deep penetration or impressive looks, though Herman considered himself extremely lucky to have developed such a strong intimate bond with someone who he considered to be the most physically attractive woman he had ever seen in his life. Today, he was ‘on the clock’, so to speak. Even though he hated it, he had set a simple alarm on his phone to warn him when it was time to wrap up so he could make it back to his work in time.

As soon as Fleur had prepped the phone with Dominika at the other end of the FaceTime call, she stepped on the plastic sheeting that covered the platform and automatically assumed the ‘presenting’ position that Dominika required from her, even though it was not required in this setting. The Mistress kept her end of the deal, staying quiet while she watched Fleur from 400 miles away.
Herman also made his way to the platform, but didn’t step on it yet. Instead, he walked around it, taking a good look at Fleur from all sides. Anyone who’d seen him a minute ago and now again saw the difference in his posture and demeanor. Gone was the shy, soft-spoken family man. Instead, he exuded confidence and determination as he stopped in front of Fleur and grabbed her by her neck.

“Anything I should be aware of?” he asked calmly, but in a more determined tone than before. “Anywhere on your body that’s not ready to be played with?” He was slowly but surely assessing all the scars and marks on Fleur’s body. He had seen many of them before and some were his own doing, but he noticed that she gained considerably more marks since he last used her.
“No, Sir,” Fleur replied while Herman pulled her head a little toward him. “My tits still have some scabs, but you can play with me any way you like, Sir.”

His questions stemmed from a previous session when he’d inadvertently opened a wound that had not healed yet and had to deal with way more bleeding than he had planned. He was not much of a talker usually and the most recent sessions Fleur had spent with him, they had not spoken to each other at all while engaged in their business.

Herman didn’t say anything else, but strengthened his grip on Fleur’s neck and forced two fingers of his other hand into her mouth, where they were greeted by her warm, wet tongue that had just minutes ago danced around his in his own mouth. Fleur tried to suck his fingers, but he completely disregarded her attempt and instead just tried to see how deep he could push his fingers into her throat.

Fleur wasn’t surprised at all. This is how he started playing with her every single time. There was a familiar construction to his routine. It was like he had perfected his own fantasy through years of dreaming and practice and the only deviation from its script were subtle changes in intensity and order.

But this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill finger probe. This was a well-coordinated attempt to reach as far down Fleur’s throat with his fingertips as he could and Herman held Fleur’s neck in a vice grip as he forcefully pushed his fingers in as deep as he could and then pulled them out again, making Fleur gag and cough and unable to catch her breath. He quickly brought her to tears, but she wasn’t loud at all. Instead of flailing her arms like the ragdoll he made her appear to be, Fleur held both of her hands up in the air like she was gripping the handles of a motorcycle, but she didn’t once try to fend him off. Within the first two minutes of being on the platform, Herman had ruined her hair and made an utter mess of her and this was only the start.

When he finally let go of her neck, he didn’t give her time to compose herself. Instead he slapped her hard across the face and grabbed her by her hair to push her open mouth down over his erect cock, forcing her lips against his long pubic hair and holding her in place.

Herman grunted a little as he pushed his body harder against Fleur’s face and kept her head in a vice grip against his groin. Taking his average cock in her mouth wasn’t hard for Fleur. Though his cock head pressed against the opening of her throat, she was used to having way longer and thicker things forced into her. Nonetheless, her warm and wet mouth was the best place his cock had been in a long time and he started sliding his semi-erect member in and out between her sucking lips.

The fellatio didn’t last long. Herman pressed her lips hard against his pubes two more times before he yanked her away from his crotch by pulling her hair back and up. Fleur coughed again and fell to her knees. Before she had time to catch her breath, he had slipped behind her and pulled her body upright again, her naked back against his hairy belly, his large hands wrapping around her, his wet cock sliding over her buttocks.

While one of his hands quickly grabbed her in another choke hold around her neck, the other reached around and took a firm hold of as much of her left breast as he could reach around with his fingers. Their eyes met in the large wall mirror, but neither of them made a sound. Herman squeezed hard twice, then lifted his flat hand and smacked it down hard on Fleur’s left breast while keeping his gaze locked with hers. Fleur bit her lip as she prepared for his hand to strike again, on her other breast this time.
He alternated between sides, taking his time between strikes, kneading her reddening tits forcefully with one hand while the fingers of his other slowly tightened their grip on her throat. Fleur gazed silently at the mirror in front of them as lightheadedness started to build. He carefully watched her body language and savored the absence of breathing sounds. He didn’t want her to slip into unconsciousness like several other times before. He didn’t have the time today to deal with such delays. He was due back at school in an hour for a report card meeting that had unfortunately been rescheduled to this afternoon.

When he released his grip on her throat, his thumbs and index fingers quickly found their way to Fleur’s nipples and as she fell slightly forward and inhaled deeply, he held her up with his arms around her torso and squeezed her nipples with tremendous force. Fleur gasped, coughed and screamed out in pain and pleasure at the same time. Herman continued by rolling her swollen nipples and areolas between his fingers and massaging them forcefully, changing the angle of his grip now and then, but trying to crush them harder every time he clamped down. It sent Fleur into a long, deep moan.

He slowly pushed her down to her knees while keeping her nipples in a vice grip and roughly pulled her back up again. Fleur shrieked and yelped two more times when he let go of her tits and slapped them hard from the sides again.

Herman gave her a few seconds to compose herself before he had her take a new standing position with her hands behind her head and her feet spread slightly apart. She knew what was coming next and she would do her best to keep her posture or at least get back into position as quickly as possible whenever she needed to. She looked at the mirror in front of them and followed his moves. She almost forgot about the phone that was live streaming everything to Dominika.

Herman positioned himself a little to the side and used one hand to grab Fleur’s left breast at its base, squeezing it hard and making it bulge. Fleur closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in anticipation of his next assault. It wasn’t long before he used his other hand to fist punch her bulging flesh. He wasn’t just trying to impact her breast, it seemed like he was trying to punch through it and Fleur buckled forward and groaned in pain. Herman immediately pulled her back up and repeated the assault on her right breast, which had the same effect.

He watched as Fleur composed herself. She knew what was expected of her and she quickly straightened herself again with her hands behind her head and her chest pushed forward. She closed her eyes again in anticipation of the next impact, and somehow she wasn’t surprised to find that he slapped his flat hand hard across her face and then calmly asked her to keep her eyes open, so she could watch him play with her.

She did her best to keep her eyes open and stay in position as he started punching her breasts with left and right hooks and the occasional uppercut and straight punch to her abdomen. Herman watched his young play doll like a hawk every time she collapsed and got up again to get back in position. He savored every bounce of her tits, every tightening of her abdominal muscles, every impact of his fists against her body, every grunt and moan from her pretty mouth and every tear from her eyes. He slowed his assault. Not just to watch her skin bruise more with every blow, but also because it was a workout for the both of them. Herman didn’t hold anything back, but tried to avoid cracking her ribs by aiming his punches at her tits and lower abdomen. Fleur strained her whole body trying to deal with his fists. When he finally stopped, she just stood there sobbing and trembling, as if in a trance, almost hyperventilating.

Herman stepped up close to her and brushed her hair from her red, teary face before planting his lips on hers. She reciprocated with slow determination and the two of them shared a passionate French kiss while Herman’s hands started squeezing her body, kneading her roughly and grabbing skin wherever he could, twisting it, pulling it and scratching his nails.

Fleur slipped in and out of her trance. She knew what would come next and she could already feel his teeth sinking into her skin. Whether it was muscle memory, phantom pain or simply masochistic desire, she felt his mouth going slowly down her body and taking what was his.

Herman took a little more time than usual and progressed slowly from their passionate kiss to licking Fleur’s face. He wanted to savor the moment as he tasted her tongue and lips and the salt of her tears and smelled the odor of her hair and skin that was so unmistakably hers. While he moved his arms up to hold her head in both his hands, she straightened herself a little and fixed her posture. She placed her hands behind his, which were already around her head.

Herman proceeded the way he always did. This, like the ending of the fantasy, was one of the central pillars that the whole session was built around. As his mouth moved to Fleur’s left ear, his wet tongue dragging across her face, she slowly closed her eyes and mouth and clenched her jaws.

Then she felt his teeth sink into the top of her ear. He chewed down on the cartilage with two strong bites from his incisors before moving down to her soft ear lobe, which he mangled between his front teeth by clamping down hard and slowly moving his lower jaw in a gyrating motion. Fleur groaned, which only made him bite down harder.

On his way to her other ear he passed by her lips and she opened her eyes when she felt him there. He didn’t even have to instruct her. She slowly pushed her long tongue into his mouth and silently stared into his eyes while he slowly bit down on her tongue and released it, so she could push it slowly further forward into his mouth. With every bite and release he increased the force of his teeth, until he tasted the unmistakable flavor of iron from the blood that he had drawn out of her tongue. Herman let go and the two engaged in another passionate, sloppy kiss with saliva, blood and a lot of tongue.

This part usually didn’t take this long, but the two of them enjoyed a very intense and intimate moment that culminated in Herman slowly sinking his teeth in Fleur’s lower lip while the two of them breathed slowly together, their eyes still locked and Herman increasing the force of his bite until his incisors broke the skin.

Fleur was the first to break their eye lock when she closed her eyes and let out a low moan. Herman let go of her head and moved his face a little away from hers to inspect the blood on her lips forming first a drop, then a little stream and then falling down on her perfect breasts.

She knew he wanted her to drool all over herself from this point on. They had done it every single time, but at some point the need for him to tell her what to do just stopped. She simply knew.

While she mixed the blood from her tongue and lip with her saliva and let it purposely fall from her mouth down her chin and onto her chest, Herman proceeded to use his tongue and teeth first on her other ear and then further down her body. He moved to her neck, sucking and biting like a malnourished vampire and leaving bruises and teeth marks along the way. Then he moved down to her breasts, where he started indiscriminately biting down at any fold of skin and tissue he could find, ultimately concentrating on her areolas and nipples when her skin was riddled with semi-round and half-moon marks and shallow puncture wounds. He had brought her to tears again and Fleur was breathing heavy with her rib cage and abdomen moving up and down.

Herman stopped for a second and looked at the stunning body in front of him. If she wasn’t so marked and bruised, she could  be featured on any leading swimsuit or fitness magazine. She was toned, but not too muscular. Thinly framed with a tiny waist, some ribs showing through her skin and nice elegant curves running down to her ass. What Herman loved looking at the most was everything from her large, deep belly button down to her pussy. The way her abdomen curved down and inward was simply mesmerizing. When she was breathing this fast and hard, he could see her muscles and curves even better.

He pushed his tongue into her belly button and started licking all around her abdomen, feeling her muscles just below the skin. Here, she was soft and hard at the same time. Herman savored the taste of her skin, the smell of her body and started to try and catch folds of skin between his teeth, which wasn’t very successful. Wherever he managed to succeed, he left his marks, but it seemed more like he was taking his time worshipping at the shrine of his goddess.

His routine was interrupted by two short beeps that came from the other end of the room. It was his phone alarm. Fleur looked startled. The sudden sound had snapped both of them out of the trance they were in and they looked dazed for a few seconds.
“Sorry, babe,” Herman apologized quickly. “Just get on your hands and knees now.”

Fleur understood that they were skipping ahead to the end of the ritual even though he hadn’t yet finished his usual part where he moved down to bite her ass, thighs and eventually her pussy. It kind of disappointed her, since the feeling of his teeth sinking into her thighs always turned her on immensely.

She went on her hands and knees and turned her ass halfway to where she knew her phone was, so that Dominika could get a good view of what came next. Then she placed her hands in front of her and moved her upper body down. She pressed her sticky face and tits against the plastic covering of the platform they were on and assumed the ‘tits down, ass up’ position that she knew Herman wanted for the next part.

He watched his muse as she went down and he slapped her ass forcefully when she was how he wanted her. Immediately Herman moved his right hand between her legs and started fingering Fleur’s pussy. If he had more time, he would have surely started another oral assault on her, but it seemed like his obsession with finishing the ritual, the way it was ‘meant to be’ in his head, made him act more procedural.

Herman quickly found that despite the shortened foreplay, Fleur’s pussy was dripping wet from his assault on her body and he immediately proceeded to probe her pussy with his hands. This felt good to Fleur, who really craved a nice big cock inside her. Since he didn’t have a big cock, the ending to their session was the next best thing. Or maybe even a better thing.

He finger fucked her as deep as he could and folded his fingers together, twisting and turning and pushing his hand slowly deeper into her, until his whole hand disappeared into her wet cunt. She was so well-trained that it didn’t even make her gasp when he started pumping it until eventually half his forearm had disappeared into her. He noticed that he slid into her easier than before, but was of course unaware of Fleur’s strict training at the hands of Dominika with her anal explorers Kiara and Apolline.
Usually, he would spank her ass and pump his fist deeper inside her pussy for a while to really build up the intensity and pleasure, but again this became the shorter version. Herman slowly pulled his wet hand out of Fleur’s soaking pussy and spit on her asshole before he inserted a finger and started pushing the saliva in. Together with Fleur’s own pussy juices, it was a makeshift lubricant that, as always, would just have to suffice. This wasn’t meant to make the next part easier. It was just meant to make it barely possible.

Fleur would have loved to touch herself during the anal assault, but she knew it wasn’t permitted. She’d have to wait until Herman was gone after the session and finger herself to orgasm after orgasm in the bathtub of her dressing room. She now felt that Herman was much rougher than usual and she yelped out as he forcefully rushed his folded hand behind her sphincter.
She knew it would fit, as it had before, even long before Dominika’s pets had trained her ass to stretch beyond what she had previously thought possible. She’d surpassed already what she’d always had considered magic when she saw videos of HotKinkyJo or Siswet back in the day. Now every other camgirl experimented with the most extreme monstrous dildos to earn a few tokens, but those trendsetters always were something magical to Fleur.

Herman wasn’t aiming for magic here. They had agreed from their first session that their play would always end with his fist up her ass, sometimes her pussy as well, and him just punch fucking her with his fists and forearms until her anal prolapse looked like ground meat. Fleur gritted her teeth and screamed loud as she dealt with the pain and pleasure of him smacking her ass cheeks and filling her colon up fully and totally. He then slowed his assault and started to masturbate himself with his other hand while playing with her farting rosebud. He hovered between his fantasy and the impending reality of work, between his stern dominant side and his soft-spoken daily life.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “Just come here and suck me off, I will give it to you better next time, okay?”

It kind of disappointed Fleur. She knew what he was capable of and had hoped that the new depths that she had unlocked with Dominika would spur him to explore her ass deeper. She wanted to show off for her mistress, show her that two girly hands and arms up her ass was one thing, but a big male totally filling her up with his arm was something else again.

While she took his cock head in her mouth and started stroking him off, she daydreamed about the day that would happen. A day that would undoubtedly come, whether it was with Herman or someone else. With Dominika that day would rather be sooner than later.

It didn’t take her hands and tongue long to make him cum. She knew he shot big loads after playing with her, but she was surprised at the amount of cum she felt shooting into the back of her mouth. Herman grunted loudly and produced a thin wail when he orgasmed. He came harder every time he played with Fleur and this was no exception. But he had business to attend to, so Fleur sucked him clean quickly so he could go and freshen up.

They quickly said their goodbyes with another kiss that was almost romantic. Herman felt a tingle down his spine when their tongues met and he wiped wetness from her cheeks before he kissed her forehead and left the room.

Fleur turned around and wanted to go on the sofa to play with herself a little when she remembered her phone and quickly went over there to pick it up. She unmuted it and heard her mistress talk already.

It was a command to document her body from her face down to her thighs with the camera and then show Dominika to the far wall. Of course Fleur complied with her mistress’ wishes and meticulously showed her in close-up what Herman had done to her body. When she was finished going over Dominika’s favorite parts multiple times, she got up again and walked to the other side of the bdsm play space.

“There, to the left,” the mistress directed her. “Up, up.”

“This?” Fleur wanted to know, pointing at a massive red ‘dragon’ type dildo next to a series of horse cock strap-on dildos in various sizes.

“No, more to the left, the one hanging above the rest with the leather strap thing around it.”

Fleur paused. “This?” she asked with wide eyes. She’d taken the thing her mistress mentioned as a prop, a decoration for this playroom. It was mounted to the wall above the row of mega dildos that were clearly put out for use in this bdsm space.

“Yes, take that to the platform, now.”

“I don’t even know if that’s for use,” Fleur wanted to say, but Dominika cut her off mid-sentence.

“I’m sure you can get it down from there. Bring it to the platform and put your phone back on the stand.”

Fleur put her phone down on the cabinet where the dildos were and looked up. There was this massive, grotesque black dildo in a strap-on harness. Rigid, longer than the largest horse cock dildos Fleur had ever seen and at least over 4 inches wide over 70% of its length, tapering to twice that thickness in the last 40% before the harness, it was a monster prop, something an sex toy store would love to have hanging on the front of their building as a signpost.

Fleur looked around and pulled in a chair that enabled her to get her high enough to check how the prop was mounted to the wall. To her surprise, the thing was made with a solid rubber core and a softer outer layer. Embedded in this outer layer along the full length of the shaft were fairly thick plastic studs with pointy ends that protruded whenever the soft layer was pushed in.
“Look at this,” Fleur exclaimed as she stepped off the chair to grab her phone again to show Dominika what she had discovered.
When she got back on, she filmed the surface of the massive dildo with its tiny holes that housed the deviant little plastic pins.

“Na, super,” Dominika exclaimed as she watched Fleur’s fingers slide up the shaft of the dildo towards the base that was mounted against the wall.

“Ouch!” Fleur exclaimed all of a sudden and she yanked her hand away. Outside of her phone camera’s view, Fleur watched in shock at the tips of her fingers, where blood was seeping out of multiple cuts to her index and middle fingers.
“What?” Dominika barked. “What happened?”

“I.. I don’t know. My fingers are bleeding,” said Fleur, who saw the blood running down her right hand and onto her forearms.
“What? How?” her mistress wanted to know.

Fleur would rather have just wrapped some bandages around her hand at this point, but she wanted to know what caused this. Carefully she used her thumb to manipulate the outer layer of the dildo where some of her blood was clearly visible on the surface.

It seemed that halfway down the shaft, the plastic pins were changed to metal ones. About half had pointy tips like the plastic ones, but the others were different.

“Wow, look,” Fleur said as she carefully pressed down around one of the blades.

Dominika was pleasantly surprised. She saw how the Fleur exposed several pins with very thin razor blades at their ends and her sadistic mind started racing.

“So, what are you waiting for, take it down!” She commanded Fleur.

“What about my hand?”

“Wrap it up or something. I’m sure there are some bandages around. I don’t have all day, I have some new Ferkelchen coming in this afternoon.”

Fleur quickly inspected the base of the strap-on and found that it was connected at three points in the wall with padlocks.
“It’s bolted to the wall, no way I can have taken it down.”

“That’s a shame. You know I would have you try and ride it for me.”

Dominika paused for a second. “Hmm, maybe I would enjoy that much better in person anyway. When you get back here, you will try and find one of those for me, have one commissioned, or ask Elsa if we can borrow that one sometime, understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” Fleur looked at her bleeding fingers again through her phone screen, the same view that Dominika had.

“Get that disinfected and get some rest. I have other stuff to do now,” the Mistress said.

“Yeah, I’m going to clean and wrap this up and soak in the bath for a while,” Fleur replied. “I’ll call you again tonight.”

“Ok, bye.”