Salva had once again had a nose for it. The borders to the former GDR were hardly open when he had already spied out an inexpensive property in Leipzig.
It was a former youth club that the municipality now wanted to rent to someone else.
With an "Ossi" from the city administration as a straw man, whom he had previously fucked a few times for free, it was no problem to get the permit for a brothel.
The location was perfect. On the one hand in the middle of "Ossiland" and thus an offer to an audience
with a lot of catching up to do, but it was also a great opportunity for the numerous, financially strong business people from the west to relax after the "hard day's work".
The highlight, however, was the establishment of a domino studio, something that was certainly something completely new and unknown to most of the local customers.
Salva had already found the right line-up for this: “Countess Danuta”, a Polish woman
who had previously worked in a domina studio in Berlin. She took advantage of Salva's offer to run the studio, which he had equipped with all kinds of harassment (in the truest sense of the word!) She only paid rent for it, while he took care of the rest of the brothel operations himself. He had no problem getting some young and really pretty girls for it. The rapid collapse of the large state-owned companies in the east and the resulting high unemployment drove many of the younger women into prostitution.
Especially if they were attractive enough for that. In any case, the girls in Salva's new shed were all there voluntarily. None of them had to be “persuaded” by him.
One day he came over to Nuremberg as a surprise to “see his women again.”
My friend Moni, known across the board for her dry manner, said “to cash in again”.
But we weren't dissatisfied. Günther's girls, who also worked on our street, had to give up everything. He looked after them, but they never had any money of their own. In Günther's opinion, they couldn't handle it properly anyway.
He also claimed he would set aside a portion for her old age. He probably saw his Ferrari as part of this old-age insurance.
I preferred my fifty percent that I was allowed to keep at Salva ...
When I then delivered my "other 50 percent" to Salva, he asked me whether I would like to "make real money". Before I could ask any more questions, he explained the matter to me.
I was supposed to work as “Contessa… something…” together with Danuta in the new shop in Zwickau.
I was very interested in the offer, if only because it was something new. And the prospect of earning a lot of money by torturing and humiliating men also had its appeal at first.
We also found a name for the new Contessa: “Contessa Legula”.
Le gu la - formed from the first letters of leather, rubber and lacquer.
Did our customers worry about the names of Countess Danuta (from Wroclaw) or
Marina Contessa deLegula? I don't think so.
Nor can I say whether they believed the story of the impoverished Contessa from the sex of a formerly rich noble family who was now forced to make a living as a maid for a dominatrix. At least I still had some knowledge of Italian from home. It just worked well and fired the imagination of the suitors.
Just like with Jeanette, who actually had a high school diploma, but always told her suitors that she was a student from a poor family and would finance her studies in this way.
Danuta was a typical Polish woman. Blond, rather petite in figure, but with a gigantic
breast that was her trademark, so to speak. A surgeon who, however, knew his craft well, had helped to complete this work of art left and right with a few hundred grams of silicone.
Danuta was very proud of her two monster tits. On the one hand I was jealous of it, on the other hand
I could always point out that with me everything was "nature".
Many men like that very much.
Danuta spoke reasonably good German and during the time she introduced me to the - for me still completely new world - of fetish and sad / maso sex, we developed a friendly, but always distant relationship to one another. It was agreed that I should work as a "maid" for her first. That also suited her true nature very much, because she was really very dominant. Since I was Salva's “favorite” at the beginning, she might also fear that I might overtake her. And then suddenly I would be the freelance dominatrix and she would be the employee. Or even just the maid. But that wasn't my intention at all.
I liked the maid role very much. You also have sexual intercourse with the suitors in certain role-plays, which was better for me than the endless torture games, in which I mostly only assisted.
Besides the two of us, there was Linda. We called her "submissive Linda". She played the slave role.
As an outward sign, she had her head completely shaved. She was a little more chubby than the two of us and mostly appeared completely naked in the studio, apart from the chains or the gas mask she liked to wear. The mask gave her the anonymity she wanted, including herself.
She didn't want to be recognized on the street as the bizarre creature she played in our studio.
Then came the “big day” of the opening. Salva would have liked to invite his new friend from the city administration, but it was too hot for him.
Later, when the company was already running well, we still had one or two prominent guests, albeit always incognito. Sometimes together with his
bodyguards, which was always a lot of fun. The high-ranking gentlemen did not take any particular risk, they knew that they could rely on our discretion.
Salva's idea was to offer all guests drinks free of charge on the opening day.
He then got the money back from us. ("You benefit most from it when the shop is going well", was his explanation. What the heck, we thought, then that was our share of the advertising costs.)
Danuta and I sat together in our studio expectantly . This studio was equipped with all kinds of equipment, including a lattice cage in which the disobedient "delinquent" could be chained to atone for his offenses.
A St. Andrew's cross to tie was just as missing as a spankhorse, pillory couch, slave chair and torture bench. The latter was a simple, leather-covered bed with numerous leather straps and buckles for tying up the "victim". A so-called "white area" with all sorts of things
Clinical utensils covered all customer requirements in this area.
Danuta underscored her status as "mistress" with a maxi-length black leather coat that she wore open. Underneath, a strict leather corset showed her ample bust in a completely revealing way.
Her long blonde hair was pinned up and tied in a strict bun. A pair of glasses with a wide, black plastic frame gave her appearance an additional austerity.
Long overknee patent leather boots as well as black upper arm-length leather gloves complemented her outfit and made her a perfectly dressed dominatrix.
My outfit looked a lot less threatening. A maid's costume with a tight skirt made of black latex, a black top with a white collar, vinyl high heels whose oversized heels only allowed carefully placed small steps, and a playful apron made of white latex formed my “work clothes”.
The skirt of the costume was like that in short, that when I sat down, you had a clear view of my pussy without further ado. A panty was not part of the equipment. Danuta had attached great importance to a flawlessly shaved ***** of her maid and therefore lent a hand.
I couldn't help but feel that she was doing this with a certain lasciviousness.
But I can't say whether she was a lesbian. During the time we worked together,
there was never an exchange of mutual affection.
But very soon I realized that she had never had sex with men. Not with customers anyway, because a dominatrix never does that. As a matter of principle. But she never slept with any of Salva's clique or anyone else of the male sex.
Long later my suspicions were confirmed.
At the time, however, I couldn't even suspect that I would get together again with Christine, the medical officer and former friend. I'll tell you about it later.
While the post was already going on in the pool and in the bar, Danuta and I sat a little undecided
around the reception desk. Almost everyone who came in was absolutely thrilled with our outfit and we received many lewd compliments. But nobody wanted to accept our invitation to the studio. Then we got the idea that it would be better if Danuta waited in the studio and I tried to get a guest. We thought that some guests might be uncomfortable to be seen following a dominatrix into their room.
Apparently that actually played a role because a short time later I was successful.
One guy acted as if he just wanted to look around, in reality he was constantly staring at me from all directions. As a woman, you have an eye for it and you notice it immediately.
In any case, he didn't seem to care much about the other girls. Finally I went up to him. He noticed this, was frightened and almost wanted to turn to go if I hadn't asked him to follow me in the most amiable and innocent tone I was able to use. My mistress the Countess Danuta had ordered me
to bring her a guest into her apartment, for whom we wanted to prepare a few pleasant, unforgettable hours.
If he didn't come along, I would face severe punishment for my disobedience.
So I caught him.
When Oskar, our extremely shy guest, entered our studio with me, Danuta took him by the hand and led him into an adjoining room. There they discussed the following role play. Among other things, a sign was agreed that should lead to the end of the session immediately if he wanted this for any reason.
In the adjoining room there were also various latex, lacquer and leather items, corsages, boots, skirts, gloves, masks, etc. in different sizes, with which the guest could dress according to his taste for the various games. Most of the men surprisingly chose mostly female clothing. We also had corresponding breasts made of rubber-like materials for these gentlemen “ladies”. I think it was some kind of silicone.
Oskar also made this choice and after a while, dressed as a "rubber doll", entered our studio, where I was talking to Linda.
Immediately after he joined us, Danuta lost all friendliness and threatened him with the riding whip, the sign of her "dignity".
Danuta had dressed Oskar into a perfect rubber doll. The mask, a hood that completely covers the head and only leaves the eyes, mouth and nostrils exposed, created the illusion of a fetish woman, albeit a somewhat tall one.
Oskar approached us with unsteady, unsteady steps. Boots with four-inch heels were obviously not part of his usual everyday footwear.
He actually looked really sexy in his latex clothes, which immediately gave Danuta the idea to present him outside, in front of the studio, as a "rubber whore". Originally our
role-play was supposed to take place exclusively in the studio, but Danuta didn't give poor Ossi a chance.
With the words "you horny whore, you will go shopping for me on the street" she maneuvered the only slightly reluctant Oskar out the door into the lounge of the brothel. On top of that.
Oskar actually had to get out on the street. His luck was that of course nobody could see him with the mask on, but I can still imagine how he must feel. A bizarre example presented itself to passers-by and customers who were about to enter our house. Danuta announced loudly that anyone who wants to deal with the "Bückstück Oxana" can do so for a "fiver". At that time there were still the five-mark coins and the term "hard cash" was on everyone's lips due to the opening of the border to Eastern Europe.
There was actually a guest who had to give Danuta a little more than five marks,
so that Oxana / Oskar could give him a blowjob. In order to increase the attraction of this thing, Danuta had determined that our "rubber whore" had to do this in a poorly lit corner of the parking lot in front of the brothel.
The suitor probably had no idea who or what was blowing his tail. Danuta directed "Oxana's" head up and down with the riding crop. Obviously all three of them liked this game and Danuta said afterwards that she had never seen a real hooker who had blown a man's cock with more enthusiasm. Since the client was not wearing a condom, as requested by “Oxana / Oskar”, the “rubber nut” had to endure a heavy load of love juice on her masked face at the end.
But that wasn't enough for the guest and so one of the colleagues in the brothel also made another profit.
After this tingling outdoor sex experience, the session continued in the studio.
In the meantime, Linda and I had talked to some guests at the bar.
Linda started fiddling with me a bit, which I replied to her. The guests almost freaked out as we both got ourselves more and more moving. With the cheering of the surrounding guests, I finally pushed a huge dildo into Linda's small, rather tightly built ***** , while Linda's delicate fingers began to pamper my clit. In the intoxication of emotions, my memories went back to Christine, to whom I owed my first lesbian experiences at the time.
Linda gasped when I pushed the dildo into her, which was actually much too powerful for her tightly built column. But the pleasure of their highly submissive disposition made them feel the pain as stimulating. After she got used to the foreign body made of the soft rubber-like plastic in her body, I turned on the vibrator. After all, she should have it really good and above all enjoy it.
Amid the hooting of the men, I adjusted the dildo vib to the highest level, causing Linda to go from one orgasm to the next. Linda's screams and the twitches that ran through her body, heated the mood so much that some of the audience already got their tails out of their pants and began to ***** .
Up until then, Salva was watching this bizarre scene with quite a delight. He could not have wished for a better mood among his guests. In any case, the cash register had rang quite a bit that day.
But now he was afraid that “self-service” might lead to a drop in sales.
He whispered in my ear that we weren't just here for our own pleasure.
Of course, I understood this hint immediately.
I sat down on one of the bar stools and spread my thighs wide apart. Linda stood bent over in front of me and pampered the swollen, wet ********* n labia with her nimble tongue. My cries of pleasure drowned out the cheering calls of the guys around.
Maybe some will believe that I was just playing it. But it really was that Linda's tongue drove me crazy. Women can actually do it better than men. Or at least better than most men.
Linda had meanwhile buried her face between my thighs and stretched her shapely buttocks into the surrounding group of men.
Now the guys could take turns working from behind over the swollen pleasure grotto. Or those who “loved something special” were allowed to visit Linda's provocative butt hole.
Salva quickly got a twenty from everyone who wanted to take part in this gangbang. For the AV, however, double that had to be paid for.
There must have been about eight or ten men who enjoyed Linda. I didn't count them exactly.
Linda, who seemed to enjoy the gangbang game completely, saw nothing of this income, but I suspected that this natural masochist was not working for us because of the money anyway.
Unfortunately, we had to end our game quite abruptly, although I would have loved to swap with Linda beforehand. As hot and horny as I was back then, I would have
loved to endure even the toughest gangbang. But it didn't come to that.
Because Danuta suddenly stood in the doorway. She had returned from the parking lot with Oskar / "Oxana".
Linda was also reprimanded severely. “That slave bitch! As soon as you leave her alone, the sex addicted beast has fun with the maid, ”Danuta hissed viciously. “And you,” I was referring to, “you'd better help your mistress take care of this useless thing. Instead, you also have fun with her. That will have consequences! “, Added the strict dominatrix energetically. "What are the consequences?" I thought at first, but I did not yet know Danuta's preferences and ingenuity. For me, however, it didn't have any consequences at all. But for Linda and especially for poor Oskar.
The session with Oskar wasn't over for him with the interlude in the parking lot. Under his short black latex skirt he wore panties with an attached penis sheath. So he could also prove his manhood.
First, however, on Danuta's orders, I had to lock poor Linda up in a lattice cage, where she was chained in a rather uncomfortable position. Oskar, who was allowed to watch this procedure, must have been quite aroused by it. Suddenly his little latex skirt was sticking out quite steeply. It was part of the pre-arranged game that Danuta briefly left the studio and thus gave Oskar and me the opportunity to do a quick number. Due to the previous games with Linda, my pussy was still soaking wet anyway and extremely eager for a real **** . While now the "rubber whore Oxana" is back in the role of a
"Oskar" slipped and began to really fuck me in powerful thrusts, poor Linda was only allowed to watch from her cage. How gladly would she have offered herself.
Suddenly - not entirely unexpected of course - Domina Danuta entered the studio again.
With the whip she gives Oskar several loud clapping blows. The latter crouched down as best he
could, but was willing to be punished anyway. Quietly moaning and whimpering, he confessed to his "wrongdoing" and begged to be punished by his "mistress".
With the words: "Who allowed you cheap bitch to fuck my maid?", Danuta gave him a strong kick with her pointy vinyl overknees.
Oskar tried to grasp Danuta's boot shafts with his hands while he tried to kiss the tip of her boots.
But with a quick, violent movement of her feet, Danute threw the poor fellow back. Immediately, however, he made his way back to his ungracious mistress, complaining submissively.
But this did not think of giving pardon. And although she offered him her ample breasts through the breastless corsage, she fended off all his attempts to grasp it with the whip.
“This horny worthless worm, this piece of dirt, wants his mistress with his ***** hands defile! That should pass you by, ”she said at him, while her riding whip clapped a few more times on the back of Oscar, disguised as a rubber doll.
“You have to go to work for me and not act out your lower instincts. But just wait, I'll teach you obedience! "
With these words and a wink directed at me, she led Oskar to the St. Andrew's Cross to which he surrendered and let us chain him up without any resistance. Before that I had to free his upper body. What followed, however, was discussed with him. So it was not against his express will. I had to light wax candles so that Danuta could pour the hot, liquid wax over the uncovered parts of his body. The matter was certainly painful, but apparently gave him such pleasure that he not only endured the procedure, but even asked for further "punishments" for his disobedience. At least these requests were the answer to Danuta's threats of punishment, which she hurled against him with the greatest, well-acted, contempt.
The thing with the clamps and other instruments of torture hurt me almost as much as it did poor Oskar. Though I only had to use it while he actually endured it.
To be frank, these S / M games never really became my own world.
I would have preferred to fuck a little more with Oskar. But of course the work in the studio took precedence over my private wishes and Danuta was in charge here.
She took obvious pleasure in tormenting the men who gave themselves to her for these small and medium games. Secretly she probably despised these fellows out in the other world as bosses, managers or politicians who enjoyed power over other people, while under her, danutas, hands they became poor, submissive creatures. On the other hand, she didn't let this customer feel what she really thought about them either before they were talking about these games or afterwards when they said goodbye.
I was still working in the studio for a few weeks. But then I was happy when one day Salva revealed that he had referred me to a good friend in Hamburg. (He avoided the word “sold” ...). I simply lacked the inner attitude for the S / M-Studio and my “workplace” in Nuremberg on the street was already occupied by a younger colleague.
I didn't mind. Because Hamburg, for us whores, was something like Harvard for a student. The "high school" of prostitution, so to speak. Full of expectation, I packed my belongings and drove to the train station. Salva had given me the ticket, generously as he always was.
In the next, the sixth, chapter I will report on the amusing experiences on the long train journey and the "apprenticeship years" on the Reeperbahn, as well as later on the Süderstrasse.
It was a former youth club that the municipality now wanted to rent to someone else.
With an "Ossi" from the city administration as a straw man, whom he had previously fucked a few times for free, it was no problem to get the permit for a brothel.
The location was perfect. On the one hand in the middle of "Ossiland" and thus an offer to an audience
with a lot of catching up to do, but it was also a great opportunity for the numerous, financially strong business people from the west to relax after the "hard day's work".
The highlight, however, was the establishment of a domino studio, something that was certainly something completely new and unknown to most of the local customers.
Salva had already found the right line-up for this: “Countess Danuta”, a Polish woman
who had previously worked in a domina studio in Berlin. She took advantage of Salva's offer to run the studio, which he had equipped with all kinds of harassment (in the truest sense of the word!) She only paid rent for it, while he took care of the rest of the brothel operations himself. He had no problem getting some young and really pretty girls for it. The rapid collapse of the large state-owned companies in the east and the resulting high unemployment drove many of the younger women into prostitution.
Especially if they were attractive enough for that. In any case, the girls in Salva's new shed were all there voluntarily. None of them had to be “persuaded” by him.
One day he came over to Nuremberg as a surprise to “see his women again.”
My friend Moni, known across the board for her dry manner, said “to cash in again”.
But we weren't dissatisfied. Günther's girls, who also worked on our street, had to give up everything. He looked after them, but they never had any money of their own. In Günther's opinion, they couldn't handle it properly anyway.
He also claimed he would set aside a portion for her old age. He probably saw his Ferrari as part of this old-age insurance.
I preferred my fifty percent that I was allowed to keep at Salva ...
When I then delivered my "other 50 percent" to Salva, he asked me whether I would like to "make real money". Before I could ask any more questions, he explained the matter to me.
I was supposed to work as “Contessa… something…” together with Danuta in the new shop in Zwickau.
I was very interested in the offer, if only because it was something new. And the prospect of earning a lot of money by torturing and humiliating men also had its appeal at first.
We also found a name for the new Contessa: “Contessa Legula”.
Le gu la - formed from the first letters of leather, rubber and lacquer.
Did our customers worry about the names of Countess Danuta (from Wroclaw) or
Marina Contessa deLegula? I don't think so.
Nor can I say whether they believed the story of the impoverished Contessa from the sex of a formerly rich noble family who was now forced to make a living as a maid for a dominatrix. At least I still had some knowledge of Italian from home. It just worked well and fired the imagination of the suitors.
Just like with Jeanette, who actually had a high school diploma, but always told her suitors that she was a student from a poor family and would finance her studies in this way.
Danuta was a typical Polish woman. Blond, rather petite in figure, but with a gigantic
breast that was her trademark, so to speak. A surgeon who, however, knew his craft well, had helped to complete this work of art left and right with a few hundred grams of silicone.
Danuta was very proud of her two monster tits. On the one hand I was jealous of it, on the other hand
I could always point out that with me everything was "nature".
Many men like that very much.
Danuta spoke reasonably good German and during the time she introduced me to the - for me still completely new world - of fetish and sad / maso sex, we developed a friendly, but always distant relationship to one another. It was agreed that I should work as a "maid" for her first. That also suited her true nature very much, because she was really very dominant. Since I was Salva's “favorite” at the beginning, she might also fear that I might overtake her. And then suddenly I would be the freelance dominatrix and she would be the employee. Or even just the maid. But that wasn't my intention at all.
I liked the maid role very much. You also have sexual intercourse with the suitors in certain role-plays, which was better for me than the endless torture games, in which I mostly only assisted.
Besides the two of us, there was Linda. We called her "submissive Linda". She played the slave role.
As an outward sign, she had her head completely shaved. She was a little more chubby than the two of us and mostly appeared completely naked in the studio, apart from the chains or the gas mask she liked to wear. The mask gave her the anonymity she wanted, including herself.
She didn't want to be recognized on the street as the bizarre creature she played in our studio.
Then came the “big day” of the opening. Salva would have liked to invite his new friend from the city administration, but it was too hot for him.
Later, when the company was already running well, we still had one or two prominent guests, albeit always incognito. Sometimes together with his
bodyguards, which was always a lot of fun. The high-ranking gentlemen did not take any particular risk, they knew that they could rely on our discretion.
Salva's idea was to offer all guests drinks free of charge on the opening day.
He then got the money back from us. ("You benefit most from it when the shop is going well", was his explanation. What the heck, we thought, then that was our share of the advertising costs.)
Danuta and I sat together in our studio expectantly . This studio was equipped with all kinds of equipment, including a lattice cage in which the disobedient "delinquent" could be chained to atone for his offenses.
A St. Andrew's cross to tie was just as missing as a spankhorse, pillory couch, slave chair and torture bench. The latter was a simple, leather-covered bed with numerous leather straps and buckles for tying up the "victim". A so-called "white area" with all sorts of things
Clinical utensils covered all customer requirements in this area.
Danuta underscored her status as "mistress" with a maxi-length black leather coat that she wore open. Underneath, a strict leather corset showed her ample bust in a completely revealing way.
Her long blonde hair was pinned up and tied in a strict bun. A pair of glasses with a wide, black plastic frame gave her appearance an additional austerity.
Long overknee patent leather boots as well as black upper arm-length leather gloves complemented her outfit and made her a perfectly dressed dominatrix.
My outfit looked a lot less threatening. A maid's costume with a tight skirt made of black latex, a black top with a white collar, vinyl high heels whose oversized heels only allowed carefully placed small steps, and a playful apron made of white latex formed my “work clothes”.
The skirt of the costume was like that in short, that when I sat down, you had a clear view of my pussy without further ado. A panty was not part of the equipment. Danuta had attached great importance to a flawlessly shaved ***** of her maid and therefore lent a hand.
I couldn't help but feel that she was doing this with a certain lasciviousness.
But I can't say whether she was a lesbian. During the time we worked together,
there was never an exchange of mutual affection.
But very soon I realized that she had never had sex with men. Not with customers anyway, because a dominatrix never does that. As a matter of principle. But she never slept with any of Salva's clique or anyone else of the male sex.
Long later my suspicions were confirmed.
At the time, however, I couldn't even suspect that I would get together again with Christine, the medical officer and former friend. I'll tell you about it later.
While the post was already going on in the pool and in the bar, Danuta and I sat a little undecided
around the reception desk. Almost everyone who came in was absolutely thrilled with our outfit and we received many lewd compliments. But nobody wanted to accept our invitation to the studio. Then we got the idea that it would be better if Danuta waited in the studio and I tried to get a guest. We thought that some guests might be uncomfortable to be seen following a dominatrix into their room.
Apparently that actually played a role because a short time later I was successful.
One guy acted as if he just wanted to look around, in reality he was constantly staring at me from all directions. As a woman, you have an eye for it and you notice it immediately.
In any case, he didn't seem to care much about the other girls. Finally I went up to him. He noticed this, was frightened and almost wanted to turn to go if I hadn't asked him to follow me in the most amiable and innocent tone I was able to use. My mistress the Countess Danuta had ordered me
to bring her a guest into her apartment, for whom we wanted to prepare a few pleasant, unforgettable hours.
If he didn't come along, I would face severe punishment for my disobedience.
So I caught him.
When Oskar, our extremely shy guest, entered our studio with me, Danuta took him by the hand and led him into an adjoining room. There they discussed the following role play. Among other things, a sign was agreed that should lead to the end of the session immediately if he wanted this for any reason.
In the adjoining room there were also various latex, lacquer and leather items, corsages, boots, skirts, gloves, masks, etc. in different sizes, with which the guest could dress according to his taste for the various games. Most of the men surprisingly chose mostly female clothing. We also had corresponding breasts made of rubber-like materials for these gentlemen “ladies”. I think it was some kind of silicone.
Oskar also made this choice and after a while, dressed as a "rubber doll", entered our studio, where I was talking to Linda.
Immediately after he joined us, Danuta lost all friendliness and threatened him with the riding whip, the sign of her "dignity".
Danuta had dressed Oskar into a perfect rubber doll. The mask, a hood that completely covers the head and only leaves the eyes, mouth and nostrils exposed, created the illusion of a fetish woman, albeit a somewhat tall one.
Oskar approached us with unsteady, unsteady steps. Boots with four-inch heels were obviously not part of his usual everyday footwear.
He actually looked really sexy in his latex clothes, which immediately gave Danuta the idea to present him outside, in front of the studio, as a "rubber whore". Originally our
role-play was supposed to take place exclusively in the studio, but Danuta didn't give poor Ossi a chance.
With the words "you horny whore, you will go shopping for me on the street" she maneuvered the only slightly reluctant Oskar out the door into the lounge of the brothel. On top of that.
Oskar actually had to get out on the street. His luck was that of course nobody could see him with the mask on, but I can still imagine how he must feel. A bizarre example presented itself to passers-by and customers who were about to enter our house. Danuta announced loudly that anyone who wants to deal with the "Bückstück Oxana" can do so for a "fiver". At that time there were still the five-mark coins and the term "hard cash" was on everyone's lips due to the opening of the border to Eastern Europe.
There was actually a guest who had to give Danuta a little more than five marks,
so that Oxana / Oskar could give him a blowjob. In order to increase the attraction of this thing, Danuta had determined that our "rubber whore" had to do this in a poorly lit corner of the parking lot in front of the brothel.
The suitor probably had no idea who or what was blowing his tail. Danuta directed "Oxana's" head up and down with the riding crop. Obviously all three of them liked this game and Danuta said afterwards that she had never seen a real hooker who had blown a man's cock with more enthusiasm. Since the client was not wearing a condom, as requested by “Oxana / Oskar”, the “rubber nut” had to endure a heavy load of love juice on her masked face at the end.
But that wasn't enough for the guest and so one of the colleagues in the brothel also made another profit.
After this tingling outdoor sex experience, the session continued in the studio.
In the meantime, Linda and I had talked to some guests at the bar.
Linda started fiddling with me a bit, which I replied to her. The guests almost freaked out as we both got ourselves more and more moving. With the cheering of the surrounding guests, I finally pushed a huge dildo into Linda's small, rather tightly built ***** , while Linda's delicate fingers began to pamper my clit. In the intoxication of emotions, my memories went back to Christine, to whom I owed my first lesbian experiences at the time.
Linda gasped when I pushed the dildo into her, which was actually much too powerful for her tightly built column. But the pleasure of their highly submissive disposition made them feel the pain as stimulating. After she got used to the foreign body made of the soft rubber-like plastic in her body, I turned on the vibrator. After all, she should have it really good and above all enjoy it.
Amid the hooting of the men, I adjusted the dildo vib to the highest level, causing Linda to go from one orgasm to the next. Linda's screams and the twitches that ran through her body, heated the mood so much that some of the audience already got their tails out of their pants and began to ***** .
Up until then, Salva was watching this bizarre scene with quite a delight. He could not have wished for a better mood among his guests. In any case, the cash register had rang quite a bit that day.
But now he was afraid that “self-service” might lead to a drop in sales.
He whispered in my ear that we weren't just here for our own pleasure.
Of course, I understood this hint immediately.
I sat down on one of the bar stools and spread my thighs wide apart. Linda stood bent over in front of me and pampered the swollen, wet ********* n labia with her nimble tongue. My cries of pleasure drowned out the cheering calls of the guys around.
Maybe some will believe that I was just playing it. But it really was that Linda's tongue drove me crazy. Women can actually do it better than men. Or at least better than most men.
Linda had meanwhile buried her face between my thighs and stretched her shapely buttocks into the surrounding group of men.
Now the guys could take turns working from behind over the swollen pleasure grotto. Or those who “loved something special” were allowed to visit Linda's provocative butt hole.
Salva quickly got a twenty from everyone who wanted to take part in this gangbang. For the AV, however, double that had to be paid for.
There must have been about eight or ten men who enjoyed Linda. I didn't count them exactly.
Linda, who seemed to enjoy the gangbang game completely, saw nothing of this income, but I suspected that this natural masochist was not working for us because of the money anyway.
Unfortunately, we had to end our game quite abruptly, although I would have loved to swap with Linda beforehand. As hot and horny as I was back then, I would have
loved to endure even the toughest gangbang. But it didn't come to that.
Because Danuta suddenly stood in the doorway. She had returned from the parking lot with Oskar / "Oxana".
Linda was also reprimanded severely. “That slave bitch! As soon as you leave her alone, the sex addicted beast has fun with the maid, ”Danuta hissed viciously. “And you,” I was referring to, “you'd better help your mistress take care of this useless thing. Instead, you also have fun with her. That will have consequences! “, Added the strict dominatrix energetically. "What are the consequences?" I thought at first, but I did not yet know Danuta's preferences and ingenuity. For me, however, it didn't have any consequences at all. But for Linda and especially for poor Oskar.
The session with Oskar wasn't over for him with the interlude in the parking lot. Under his short black latex skirt he wore panties with an attached penis sheath. So he could also prove his manhood.
First, however, on Danuta's orders, I had to lock poor Linda up in a lattice cage, where she was chained in a rather uncomfortable position. Oskar, who was allowed to watch this procedure, must have been quite aroused by it. Suddenly his little latex skirt was sticking out quite steeply. It was part of the pre-arranged game that Danuta briefly left the studio and thus gave Oskar and me the opportunity to do a quick number. Due to the previous games with Linda, my pussy was still soaking wet anyway and extremely eager for a real **** . While now the "rubber whore Oxana" is back in the role of a
"Oskar" slipped and began to really fuck me in powerful thrusts, poor Linda was only allowed to watch from her cage. How gladly would she have offered herself.
Suddenly - not entirely unexpected of course - Domina Danuta entered the studio again.
With the whip she gives Oskar several loud clapping blows. The latter crouched down as best he
could, but was willing to be punished anyway. Quietly moaning and whimpering, he confessed to his "wrongdoing" and begged to be punished by his "mistress".
With the words: "Who allowed you cheap bitch to fuck my maid?", Danuta gave him a strong kick with her pointy vinyl overknees.
Oskar tried to grasp Danuta's boot shafts with his hands while he tried to kiss the tip of her boots.
But with a quick, violent movement of her feet, Danute threw the poor fellow back. Immediately, however, he made his way back to his ungracious mistress, complaining submissively.
But this did not think of giving pardon. And although she offered him her ample breasts through the breastless corsage, she fended off all his attempts to grasp it with the whip.
“This horny worthless worm, this piece of dirt, wants his mistress with his ***** hands defile! That should pass you by, ”she said at him, while her riding whip clapped a few more times on the back of Oscar, disguised as a rubber doll.
“You have to go to work for me and not act out your lower instincts. But just wait, I'll teach you obedience! "
With these words and a wink directed at me, she led Oskar to the St. Andrew's Cross to which he surrendered and let us chain him up without any resistance. Before that I had to free his upper body. What followed, however, was discussed with him. So it was not against his express will. I had to light wax candles so that Danuta could pour the hot, liquid wax over the uncovered parts of his body. The matter was certainly painful, but apparently gave him such pleasure that he not only endured the procedure, but even asked for further "punishments" for his disobedience. At least these requests were the answer to Danuta's threats of punishment, which she hurled against him with the greatest, well-acted, contempt.
The thing with the clamps and other instruments of torture hurt me almost as much as it did poor Oskar. Though I only had to use it while he actually endured it.
To be frank, these S / M games never really became my own world.
I would have preferred to fuck a little more with Oskar. But of course the work in the studio took precedence over my private wishes and Danuta was in charge here.
She took obvious pleasure in tormenting the men who gave themselves to her for these small and medium games. Secretly she probably despised these fellows out in the other world as bosses, managers or politicians who enjoyed power over other people, while under her, danutas, hands they became poor, submissive creatures. On the other hand, she didn't let this customer feel what she really thought about them either before they were talking about these games or afterwards when they said goodbye.
I was still working in the studio for a few weeks. But then I was happy when one day Salva revealed that he had referred me to a good friend in Hamburg. (He avoided the word “sold” ...). I simply lacked the inner attitude for the S / M-Studio and my “workplace” in Nuremberg on the street was already occupied by a younger colleague.
I didn't mind. Because Hamburg, for us whores, was something like Harvard for a student. The "high school" of prostitution, so to speak. Full of expectation, I packed my belongings and drove to the train station. Salva had given me the ticket, generously as he always was.
In the next, the sixth, chapter I will report on the amusing experiences on the long train journey and the "apprenticeship years" on the Reeperbahn, as well as later on the Süderstrasse.
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