Fleur, a Flower Torn

It was a sunny and humid summer night. Fraulein Elsa Frisch had just finished a short after-dinner session with one of her many run-of-the-mill regular clients. He could only afford an hour of her services, so she kept it short and to the point. She gave him pain and he came. End of story. Now it was time for a quick cigarette break.

Her thoughts were already with another client, who'd be coming in shortly. She'd known him for the better part of ten years now. He was special to her, coming in every four to six weeks for his dose of deviance, if not more often. He was her first slave when she started doing commercial work and she held a special place in her heart for him.

He'd even brought his girlfriends with him from time to time to watch or participate in sessions that had evolved over the years from moderately hard but straightforward bdsm to downright nasty sadomasochistic torture. As she dove deeper into her twisted sadistic mind, he was right there with her as her willing subject. Feeding off of each other, they created an intense dynamic that she had yet to experience with anyone else.

Today was special for two reasons. First, he agreed to do a third installment of a multipart session, meaning that the torture from last time would be continued today, with him being prepared in such a way that they would be able to continue exactly where they left off three weeks ago. Elsa's girlfriend and slave girl assistant Tessa would prepare him with exactly the same bondage and puncture wounds. This allowed them to get the intensity level up quickly and build it even higher from there.

The second reason for this day to be special was that he would bring his new girlfriend over. They'd been together for little over six months and he'd been gushing whenever he spoke of her, his new muse.

At 35, he was nearly twice her age, but that seemed to be no obstacle for either him or her. Elsa was interested to meet the girl she had heard so much about. If she really looked and acted the part he described, she might have a use for her.

Not even five minutes later they arrived at Fraulein Elsa's, right on time. He was his charming self as always, tall, handsome and now sporting a stylish short beard.

"Probably to make up for the thinning hair on top," Elsa though to herself as he handed her the mandatory envelope with the results of his latest STD test. Since he'd been exclusively with his new girl over the last few months, Elsa requested him to have her tested as well and just like him, she was squeaky clean.

Elsa quickly made introductions with the girl who was with him. The girl wore a tight black crop top that left most of her belly uncovered and a long black split skirt. She was taller than Elsa expected, probably around 5'9". She also wore a large hat and oversized sunglasses, which were quickly taken off. She extended her hand.

"Hi! I'm Fleur. Nice to meet you!" Her smile radiated with her wide lips.

Elsa reciprocated and looked into the girl's greenish brown eyes.

"Welcome to Fraulein Elsa's," she said. "I am Fraulein Elsa Frisch. You can call me Fraulein or Mistress. Please follow me."

Fleur made sure to take a good look at the woman. Her new boyfriend had told her a lot about Elsa, who had been his mistress for almost ten years now. At first she had found it a little strange and even upsetting that he had this arrangement with a commercial mistress outside of their relationship, but she had eventually accepted it as part of the deal. He had been very open about it from the start, explaining his long professional relationship with Fraulein Elsa and all the intricacies that were involved in it.

Since he came home every couple of weeks with his most sensitive parts abused, bleeding and scarred, it would not have been possible to hide any of it, even if he wanted to. Instead, he shared his experiences, including photos and videos. Once Fleur accepted that this was simply part of the deal, she slowly found out that all of this intrigued her very much.

Even though she was still young and fairly inexperienced with the stuff he dabbled in, she was actually the one who actively pursued their relationship ever since they met at a bdsm play party a little over a year ago. It actually took her a while until he took her seriously, with him citing their big age difference as the major reason for his reluctance. Slowly she'd been able to impress him with her own sadomasochistic deviance and eventually got him where she wanted him and they'd been together as a couple for the past six months. She was excited but nervous to be here at Fraulein's studio to watch one of these torture sessions live. It turned out to be something that could be beneficial for her as a learning experience.

The mistress had long raven black hair, which was put up into a high pony tail. Short layered bangs framed her small pale face with piercing blue eyes and dark red lipstick. She wore a tight black latex body suit with long arm sleeves and a pattern of small round holes. It closed at the front with a zipper, which rested right under her breasts, closing the top tightly around her abdomen, but creating the largest cleavage possible with her breasts barely being contained. The bottom of the suit fit like a swimsuit, leaving her buttocks and thighs free. She wore ornate stockings and platform boots with a very high stiletto heel. The back sides of the boots were covered in silver spikes, which matched the spiked bracelet on her right arm.

Elsa was 27. She was originally from a town called Osnabrück in Germany, but moved to Utrecht in The Netherlands when she was little. It was there and in nearby Amsterdam where she grew up and first entered the whole gothic and fetish scene as a teenager. Her interests took her deeper into the Dutch and German bdsm underworld as she got older and that is where she'd met him when she was first starting out as a young commercial dominatrix. She eventually moved back to Germany to set up shop, but he kept coming no matter where she went.

The Mistress led the pair to a spacious room that was divided into what looked like a lounge area and an office area. The lounge featured several chairs and sofas next to a long white table covered in books and magazines.

When they entered, another black-haired girl greeted them as she got up from one of the chairs. She seemed excited and kissed him on the lips as they greeted each other. They exchanged some words that only they could hear and he nodded. Then she gave him a bottle of water, which he drank down immediately.

"Fleur, meet Tessa, my meat bitch," Elsa introduced her slave girlfriend, who gave Fleur a dirty look as she was ready to shake hands. Tall and lanky, the skinny girl eyed Fleur from top to bottom, as Fleur did the same with her. Tessa was dressed in a skimpy black leather bikini bottom and top, ruined fishnet stockings and black platform boots. Her outfit was revealing, to say the least. It showed immediately that this girl underwent regular full body punishments from her Mistress, judging by the bruises, scars, scabs and puncture wounds that covered her skin from her neck down to her boots.

Fleur was kind of taken aback by the dirty look she'd received, but shrugged it off as the introduction formalities were over and she sat down at the long table. Fraulein Elsa, Tessa and him discussed something between the three of them, so Fleur decided to browse one of the many photo albums on the table.

Before she got far into the book, he came over and gave her a kiss, after which he told Fleur to relax here and wait for someone to call her to come up to the play space when everything would be ready. Then he left the room hand in hand with that bitch Tessa.

When the two of them were gone, Fraulein Elsa turned to Fleur, who was still flipping through the photo albums, and said: "She will prepare him for the session. We will continue right where we left off last time, so he needs to be in the exact same position with everything else in place. It will take about twenty minutes I guess. If you want something to eat or drink, just take it from the pantry there."

Fleur nodded, but her eyes didn't leave the pages of the album she was looking at.

"Ah, I see you've found my portfolio," Elsa said, watching Fleur closely.

"Yes, these are pretty intense! Were all of them taken here?" Fleur wanted to know. Her eyes rested on a photograph of a hooded woman with her breasts bound into bulging balloons. Half a dozen thick and long metal pins ran straight through both her breasts from left to right, with shorter ones crossed through each individual breast. Her areoles and nipples were basically invisible because of the colorful caps of an insane amount of needles pushed into them.

"Which one is that? What does it say on the front cover?" Fraulein Elsa wanted to know.

"Delicious: women", Fleur replied as she checked out the cover, which featured no photographs, just simple white text on a dark red background.

"That's the middle one of the menu, so to speak," Fraulein said as she stepped behind Fleur and flipped some pages of the album.

"Menu?" Fleur wanted to know. She was curious and wanted to find out as much as possible about this new world.

"We have this one, Delicious, in the middle of the pack. Before that is Tasty and after it comes Exquisite. Let me explain."

Fleur tilted her head back to find that the Mistress was half hanging over her,

"As I'm sure he has told you, I cater to some acquired tastes here. Out there, you have your bdsm ranging from the annoying soft core stuff like Fifty Shades to the harder stuff you see on specialized web sites these days. I try to pick things up where those sites stop."

Fleur looked back over her shoulder and nodded her curious face, which prompted Fraulein to continue.

"Tasty is a natural next step for people who have experience in bdsm and who would like to explore their sadomasochism further, adding more depth to their sessions by stretching limits and nudging a little closer to genital torture than the bondage and discipline thing."

"And that's the start of the menu here?" Fleur wanted to know. "What's next after that?"

"Delicious is definitely a step up on the intensity scale. Every client who books this package is required to select between two and four specific areas on their body for me to work on without any limits or safe words. The men and women who book this package for themselves or their slaves want their bodies to be simply used as my meat to be tortured. See?"

Elsa opened the second book, titled 'Delicious - Men', somewhere in the middle and the page fell open on pages showing photographs of a man kneeling behind a simple wooden chair with his hands cuffed behind his back. His long, erect cock was pulled through a hole in the back at the bottom of the back rest and his torso was tightly strapped against the back of the chair.

"I respect their wish to keep most of their body parts out of harm's way," the mistress continued, "but I will severely torture whatever parts they do offer me."

Fleur looked closely at the second page of pictures, which showed close ups of the tortured man's body. His cock head was pulled to the far side of the chair's seat with four big fish hooks that went in through his pee hole and came out through the sides of his glans. The hooks were connected to thin metal chains, which were pulled away from his body by heavy weights dangling off the far side of the chair's seat.

But that was far from all. Fleur followed the series of photographs like a comic book story to find out that the man's chest was not simply strapped to the back of the chair. The back of that chair featured tons of sharp pins of about an inch in length that pressed into his chest. His large nipples went through holes in the back of the chair, just like his cock, and they were similarly pulled forward with fish hooks going through them and weights pulling them forward.

While Fleur examined the pictures, Elsa tried to get a good look at the girl at her table. She was definitely in her late teens, which was unusually young to be here. Good looking, with a pretty face, big eyes, long blonde hair and a well-proportioned body. Her crop top revealed the considerable volume of her breasts, while also showing off her flat stomach, tiny waist and nonexistent butt.

The girl kept analyzing the pictures in the book in front of her. She looked closely at the man's predicament.

The tips of his nipples were clamped with electrified alligator clamps and it looked like they were crushing his nipple flesh against a thick skewer that was pushed into his nipples straight from the front. A second alligator clamp with a wire was clipped on the skewer itself, right in front of the man's nipples. And then another picture showed his balls, bound tightly with a thin rope into individual packages and stretched down between the legs of the chair with weights hanging from them individually.

That seemed to be the basic setup. The rest of the pictures showed the progress of the torture session with close ups of his stretched cock getting nails hammered through it and a small torch heating them up, his nipples decorated with dozens of pins and needles and his bound purple balls receiving three skewers each through them before being clamped with heavy jumper cable clamps.

"Wow, that's intense," Fleur exclaimed as her eyes followed the series of photographs from beginning to end. "So this is just the 'moderate' kind of stuff for you?" she wanted to know as she flipped the page to find more intricate painful experiments leading up to photos of the bloody aftermath.

"Very much so," Elsa replied as she reached for the last of the albums, pushed it in front of Fleur where the previous one was, and flipped it open.

"Lastly I offer 'Exquisite' for my special clients who crave the most extreme physical stimulation one can imagine. Pay top dollar for these sessions and you know that you will be taken for a ride that will get you off even if you are the most seasoned pain pig in the world."

She paused for a second before continuing.

"Book this kind of session with me and I will break your limits, definitely your skin and maybe some bones. Intentional permanent damage is simply part of the deal and my clients who book Exquisite expect me to dish out the most depraved and experimental sexual torture on them and riddle their bodies with scars. There are no safe zones or safe words here and you won't easily find this stuff on the Internet."

Fleur's mind went in overdrive when Fraulein opened the last book in the series. She had never seen anything like it, even on her browses through Motherless and the likes. What she saw here equally scared and intrigued her and she studied the photographs closely without saying a word.

"You work on couples together as well?" She asked when she flipped the page and saw a man and a woman being sewn together with fishing line by their lips, nipples and further down their bodies. It was just the start of an intense and bloody session featuring whipping, piercing, cutting, suturing, stapling and a lot of branding with a soldering iron.

"Sometimes. It is difficult to find couples who are into this kind of stuff and who seek out a professional like me to work on them simultaneously. Sometimes I pair a client up with one of my own slave girls. Most couples I get have only one of them interested in me working on them, while the other just wants to watch. Just like the two of you."

"Yeah."

Fleur sighed.

"He thinks I'm too young and inexperienced still."

She sighed again as she flipped through the pages of the book and stopped at another series of photographs of a different couple. Both the man and woman were in all kinds of extremely specialized physical stimulation, but the one constant factor seemed to be that his cock was made to bleed excessively onto her body and into her pussy, ass and mouth.

"Interesting," Fraulein Elsa said as she watched the young woman studying her portfolio with great interest. She intentionally paused for a few moments.

"Interesting, so what do you think yourself?"

Fleur looked up.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? Are you too young and inexperienced?"

Fleur hesitated. "I, uh, I don't know," she stuttered and looked down.

"How old are you?" Elsa wanted to know.

"Nineteen" Fleur replied.

"And have you done anything like the stuff you see in those pictures?"

"I've done bondage and needles with him. And clamps and hot wax, and weights and whips."

"On him or on you?"

"Just together. On each other."

"Anything before that?"

Fleur took a few seconds to reply.

"I've always liked hard, rough sex," she finally said, blushing and surprised at her own candidness in front of this stranger.

"My previous boyfriend played harder with me, but he doesn't know that. I think he likes the idea of educating me, so I never fessed up yet."

"What do you mean, 'harder'?"

"I started out as his sex toy at first, you know, dressing slutty and just sucking him off any time he wanted day or night, letting him fuck me whenever he wanted.  But he never got rougher than a spank on the ass. Then one day he brought another girl for a threesome and she just knew there was more to me than being a sex toy. I don't know how she knew, but she just did. She simply used her hands and teeth and everything that she could find around the house to tie me up, clamp, beat, bruise and whip me. I let it happen willingly and I remember how shocked he was when she showed him how extremely wet I was. Ever since then he would invite the girl over from time to time to work on me. She'd bring her toys and work on me before he'd fuck me. And her as well. She liked this one thing over and over again where she'd fill me up with an inflatable dildo inside my pussy which was kept inside by shutting my pussy lips with safety pins. They then would tie my elbows behind my back and he'd fuck my ass over and over again. She'd tease my tits and nipples with more of the safety pins while he fucked me until she'd finally push them through my nipples and twist and tug them while he fucked me."

"So you were a pain toy then, whereas now with him you kind of switch?"

"Yeah definitely. And I like it, I mean, it really gets him off when I give him pain. It turns me on how hard and horny it makes him."

"So, again: What do you think? Are you too young and inexperienced?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, let me rephrase: do you think you could handle this stuff? I mean, you're old enough to make your own decisions and you're obviously very interested in what you see."

Fleur looked up with a startled gaze. She blushed again.

"Was I that obvious?"

"Sorry, yeah, people who are not interested turn their heads away when I open those books. Girls who are curious usually get giddy. And girls who study the photos like you did, usually end up in the books themselves sooner or later."

Fleur was perplexed at Fraulein Elsa's assessment. But she didn't have any time to reflect on it, because the million dollar question came again.

"I'm going to be blunt," Elsa said. "You have a great body. And it seems like you've got the brains to match it.  He is a lucky man. I would be a lucky woman if I got to work on you. Even if it was just once. Do you think you can handle this stuff?"

Fleur didn't know what to say. She was conflicted. This woman was into stuff that was way beyond what she had ever participated in. Even though she's dabbled into moderate to heavy bdsm, this was a completely different ballpark, something that had existed only in her most secret dreams and deepest fantasies that she had not even shared with him yet.

"I... I don't know," Fleur stammered. "It sounds exciting, but it is scary at the same time. And I don't know how he would feel about it."

"What does his cock do when he has you in bondage and shoves needles through your nipples?"

"It gets hard."

"And what does your pussy do when that happens?"

"It gets wet." She looked down and giggled a little.

Fleur felt where this was going, but deliberately didn't cut off the conversation.

"And do you guys watch bdsm porn together?"

"Yeah, we do. A lot. We share clips we find online." Fleur chuckled.

"What?"

"We always try to outdo each other."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, he'll find a video with breast suspension and we'll watch it and the next time I'll have a video with a chick hanging from her breasts while getting them skewered, like the ones from Extreme Toyland and TG."

"What happens to his cock when he watches those girls get their tits and cunts tortured?"

"It gets hard, haha, it's crazy how fast that goes."

"And what does your pussy do when you watch that?"

"It uh, tingles and it gets wet."

"So what do you think would happen if you showed up in front of him in a few moments, naked, in bondage and me working some magic on your body right in front of him?"

"I think that will either upset him greatly or get him harder than he's ever been for you… Wait, I think that he will get harder than he's ever been for you regardless."

"Wouldn't you like to see him get rock hard tonight? I mean, you did come along to watch him get off from my work? Right?"

Fleur thought Fraulein Elsa sounded very convincing. But she was also still hesitant because she didn't anticipate any of this.

"Say I were to say yes," she started. "What part of me would you work on?"

"Whatever you choose. You can go with either of the three packages, but this first time will be free of charge obviously, because I'm inviting you."

"What package does he take?"

"He's on a mix of delicious and exquisite."

"Let me guess... nipples, cock and balls?"

"Those three and ass. You seem to know him pretty well already."

"So, would breasts and nipples count separately for me as body parts?"

"Does that mean you're going to say yes?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Well, you don't have to list body parts like that. What I do is take some pictures of your body and you just circle the areas you authorize me to work on. You mark them for preference, with 1 being the primary target area and so on."

"It's that simple?"

"Yes. And of course I have you sign a standard contract for the type of session you choose. Just so you know, everything here is medical grade and sterilized. If you so choose you can receive aftercare here in my clinic. And I already have the results of your blood test, so everything has been covered."

"Of course."

"So? Are we going to surprise him?"

Fleur hesitated for another moment, but the thought of taking the next step in this world excited her more than it scared her. And Fraulein seemed to be a seasoned professional where she'd be in good hands, so to speak.

"Yes, let's do it. I want to surprise him!"

"Very well," Elsa exclaimed. "Let's get the formalities out of the way then. Please get up and follow me."

Fleur did as she was told and followed Fraulein to the other side of the room, where she stripped quickly for the photos that were required of her body. As her shoes, crop top and shorts came off, it was apparent that she wasn't wearing any underwear and within seconds she stood naked against a white wall.

Fraulein Elsa told her to spread her legs a little and made her stretch her arms in a V above her head. She checked out the girl's body from head to toe. Everything was perfect about her, even now she was fully naked in front of her. Pretty face with big blue eyes and wide lips, long curly bright blonde hair, protruding collar bones above her remarkable chest, which featured perfectly symmetrical full and round breasts, completely out of proportion with her super tiny waist and slender abdomen. She had no real buttocks or thighs to speak of, but her long legs were toned and seemed to go on for miles.

"Are they real?" Elsa wanted to know, pointing at Fleur's chest.

"Y--yes," Fleur stammered, genuinely perplexed because of the question. She'd never thought that her breasts looked like they were fake.

"I'm sorry, I have to make sure," Elsa apologized. "They are so large for your frame and if I'm going to work on them, I need to be sure there's no silicone bags that I might accidentally pop."

Elsa snapped five pictures: full body shots of Fleur's front and back, as well as close ups of her breasts, pussy, ass and upper thighs.

"No need to get dressed again, just leave your stuff where it is. Do you have an ID card on you?"

"Yes, let me get it."

Fleur handed Elsa her ID from her wallet.

"Thank you. Sit here."

Fleur sat down at a small table where Elsa pointed to.

"Here's the contract, please fill out your personal details and select your package. In a minute I'll have your photos and a red permanent marker. Please circle up to four areas like we discussed."

Fleur took the materials from Elsa and started by filling out the form. It only needed her full name, birth date, today's date and signature. And of course a check in the "Delicious" box, which was one of only four additional things to check off. It was done in less than 30 seconds. She quickly moved on to the photographs and the marker when she received them from Fraulein Elsa, who had checked out Fleur's ID card and made a photo copy of it.

"Is that you?" She wondered out loud.

"Yeah, haha," Fleur laughed. "That photo is old. I was, like, 15 when I got that ID."

"So you were born on May 6, 1996?"

"MmHmm."

"One thing we haven't discussed yet that is very important to me, and which is in the fine print also, is that regardless of what package you choose or what body parts you mark for use, your mouth and throat will be available for oral service at all times during a session."

"What does that mean? I mean, what can I expect?"

"Haha, anything and everything, maybe even a few golden showers, but don't worry, I won't make you eat shit unless you checked the 'full toilet service' box there."

"I sure didn't!"

"That's fine. But just know that I may have you lick, suck and swallow stuff from time to time. I'm sure he's made you taste his golden nectar before, right!?"

Fleur nodded. She's never done that with anyone else before, but she'd wanted to show her devotion and submission to him when he asked her if she'd be open to it, so pretty quickly she ended up kneeling in the shower, receiving his piss all over her. He'd been surprised how quickly she opened her mouth to receive his fluids and even swallowed, but she didn't know any different from the videos she'd seen online, where all the girls opened up wide and swallowed it all down. Her favorite being Anne Black.

The Mistress continued: "And, before I forget, please keep in mind that whatever areas you mark on your photos, you not only sign over the consensual use for the skin in that area, but also for the tissue underneath. When any orifices are present in the marked area, the full extent and depth of them will be covered as well."

"What does that mean exactly?"

Fraulein Elsa grinned. "You didn't read the small print, did you? To put it bluntly, it means that if your asshole is part of a marked area, I could put something up there until it poked out of your mouth again, in theory."

"Are you going to take it easy on me because this is my first time?" Fleur wanted to know.

"Would you want me to?" Elsa asked with a frown.

"No, please treat me like any other client." Fleur finished up her work with the marker.

"Testing me already, eh? We'll treat you better than every other client, how about that?"

"We?"

"I will probably be doing most of the work, but Tessa always assists me when I have more than one slab of meat to work on. She also usually does the foreplay. She's actually emptying his balls right now, so I can work on him without having him squirt his cum all over the place."

"What is she like? I mean, I didn't get the chance to talk to her."

"She's a piece of work, a sick puppy, I'll tell you. But I love her to death. She is definitely my ultimate masochist, but she really knows also how to dish it out on someone else. You'll find that out for yourself soon enough."

Fraulein Elsa grabbed the paperwork and photos from the table and took a good look at the photographs. Fleur had marked exactly the way she hoped: the full front and back of her torso on the full length pictures. Front being 1 and back being 2. All three close ups were fully marked, just the way Elsa liked it.

"That's all taken care of. Here's your ID back. Any questions at this point?"

"Will you use a vibrator to get me amped up for play?"

"No, your enjoyment is of no concern to me. I will play with the selected body parts as I see fit for as long and hard as I want. If you can cum from it a million times or not at all is irrelevant to me.

Fleur nodded her head to indicate she understood. "And everything will be videotaped and photographed, right?"

"Yes, we have several mounted cameras taping the session from different angles. You will receive a copy of all material that is shot. Anything else?"

"No, I think I understand. But I'm pretty nervous."

"He must be almost ready and in position now. Let us go to the play space as well, so I can prepare you."