Some girls have really bad luck in life. Especially when they come from a home where the only option is to run away. The tragedy is that their path is actually predetermined. Because living on the street means being at the bottom. Where the dirt is. Where it’s a matter of bare survival. Where you can only get through the days in a fog of drugs. And where a girl has no other chance than to sell her body just to satisfy her hunger.
If it’s a very pretty girl, it’s a waste of resources in my eyes. Beautiful women belong in good hands, in knowledgeable hands, in the hands of a man who knows how to guide them. Especially when they are still far too young to master life on their own. Especially then, they deserve a man who feels responsible for them, takes them by the hand and looks after them. Someone who takes them out of the gutter and knows how to let their natural beauty shine in all its glory.
Because smart men know that there are clear differences and that a woman is lost in this world without the protection of a man. Women know this too – deep down inside. That’s why practically all women are looking for a man they can admire and look up to. A strong man who gives them security. Someone they can lean on and in whose presence they feel safe.
It’s not just ordinary women who are like this. Frau Doktor is also a woman and has exactly the same needs. Because women are grateful beings. If they feel loved, men receive infinite love in return. In addition, devotion to the point of self-abandonment, trust to the point of blindness and submission to the point of submission.
My focus is on the very young among them. Young girls who are only called women because they’ve been alive for eighteen years. Because my insight is quite simple: if you want a woman who will be eternally grateful to you, then you have to get her out of the gutter. And you have to choose a very young one. One who is not yet completely spoiled. One who has experienced bad things and longs for the good side of life. If you catch her and show her the right way, she will reward you with eternal loyalty. She will be an obedient woman who will do anything for you. She will be yours with every fiber of her being.
I had taken on the role of a journalist. My subject was young girls on the street. My ally was a street worker who knew the scene and allowed me a closer look than I would have been able to get on my own.
At some point I knew them all. The fourteen-year-olds who sat on the side of the road with a blank stare and offered themselves to anyone who had a few bills to spare. The hustlers who weren’t really hustlers but saw no other way to get by from one day to the next. The emaciated bodies of heroin addicts whose tragic end was already in sight. And the helpless looks of the newcomers who joined them every day and were proof that countless tragedies were taking place in the apartments of this huge city.
From time to time, a man would pass by, choose his object of desire and disappear with her into the darkness of the park. Occasionally a car would stop. A scrutinizing glance around. A definite wave of the finger and the chosen one opened the passenger door. Sometimes she would reappear half an hour later. Sometimes the next day. Sometimes she disappeared for good.
„The really young ones don’t stand a chance,“ said my companion, who I’ll just call Mona here. „Sooner or later they’ll end up in the middle of nowhere in the city. Their new home will be a brothel in some industrial area, where they practically live like in prison and have no other task than to wait for clients who will then work their way through them.“ Once they’re on drugs, nobody wants them anymore, I learned. If you already have a dozen punctures in the crook of your arm, you can only sell yourself on the street. Most of them are eventually carried out of the station toilet by the paramedics.
Sex is a commodity and beauty is the price tag. Nowhere was this clearer to me than in the street prostitution of teenagers that nobody misses. Although I was well aware that this principle doesn’t only apply at the lower end of the social scale. The clerk in the glass palace of the insurance company also knows exactly what she is worth and how high she can play poker. The boss is solidly married and has two children. But a double room on a business trip at least brings a small pay rise. Women in particular don’t have to love a man to bear his name. It is enough if he makes a life accessible to them that they could never afford on their own.
But men are not much different. Sure, they talk about love when she wants to hear it. But they love something else than she might think. They don’t love her beautiful eyes and her enchanting smile, as her words suggest. They see her ass and life stirring in her pants. They watch her lips close around their cock and get hard as steel. They fuck her in all positions and it excites them when she whimpers softly, moans unmistakably or screams uninhibitedly. They are men and want to possess her, use her and explode inside her.
It was only a week later when I saw her. That’s exactly what she would be, I knew immediately. I put the telephoto lens on my camera and shot several memory cards full so I could take my time looking at them at home. It was summer and the girls were lightly dressed. If she stood up, I could capture her from the front and in profile. When she sat down, her rear curves were clearly visible. She wasn’t one of the very young ones in this scene, but she was amazingly pretty. The fact that she only ever wore simple jeans and a T-shirt couldn’t hide the fact. The T-shirt was changed occasionally. The jeans stayed. But pretty, slim girls are best judged in skinny jeans anyway.
Mona did the rest and I soon found out that the girl’s name was Miriam and that she had just turned eighteen. She had given up her apprenticeship as a doctor’s assistant after her father had beaten her up so badly several times while she was drunk that she didn’t dare leave the house. Her mother was a permanent guest at the women’s shelter, but only stayed for a few days at a time before she was drawn back to her husband, fearing the next beating.
So Miriam was one of those who simply couldn’t stand it at home any longer. No job, no money, no prospects, no future.
But she had an admirer, even if she didn’t know him yet. I quickly developed something like fatherly feelings for her. Of course I was a man and it was mainly her young, slim, fresh body that captivated me. But I wasn’t the kind of guy who would just use a cunt and then leave it behind carelessly. I had a soft spot for young flesh and was only interested in those who were too young to have experience, but old enough to be fully female. And I loved to take full possession of this woman. If I took one of them to an Italian restaurant, Giovanni, Luigi or whatever his name was, thought I was taking my daughter out. If I kissed her in the street, the men looked at me with approval and the women shook their heads disapprovingly. If I entered a boutique with her, I was the sugar daddy who bought the willingness of a young body.
After three days came the situation I had been dreading. It was cruel, but I had to get through it. Above all, she had to go through it. Because she had to learn that life on the street is not for a young girl. She had to learn the hard way and the experience had to be etched deep into her memory.
„She’s run out of pocket money,“ Mona had remarked hours earlier. „She has no more money. She hasn’t eaten anything today and hasn’t got up once to go over to McDo. The next few hours will decide everything.“
It was a red sports car that stopped in the late afternoon. The driver didn’t have to think twice and, after a quick glance around, pointed at Miriam. As I said, it was cruel and everything inside me threatened to rebel. But Mona gave me a reassuring nod. No, it obviously wasn’t one of those pimps looking for fresh meat for his stable. It was probably an ordinary employee looking for a very cheap fuck with a very young girl. Not a child fucker, because then he would have chosen one of the very young ones. More like a good husband who would return to his boring wife straight afterwards to have her serve him dinner.
She got in and, much to my relief, was back in less than an hour. „They usually take the Union a few streets away. The doorman knows the game. He takes a discreet bill and hands over a key. A double room. A quick number. Done. Some men just have very simple demands.“
When I saw Miriam again, she was coming from the direction of the McDonald’s, where all the teenagers here were obviously eating. „I bet she’s eaten two Big Macs and a large Coke and her first whore’s wages are already half used up.“ None of this was news to Mona and it didn’t seem to affect her too much anymore. She worked in an old container within sight of her problem children, received her regular salary and did what she was told to do. I was probably a kind of welcome change in her everyday life. She was in the loop. And she seemed to trust me. Or she still thought my intentions were better than what the girls were used to. Although it was obviously mainly the girls she was worried about.
„She’s starting to go to seed,“ Mona noted a week after the girl turned up. „I don’t know where she spends her nights, but she can probably only take a shower if a suitor takes her to the hotel and even that is anything but safe. There isn’t a T-shirt left now that I haven’t seen repeatedly.“
Over the course of the days, she had got into three more cars, only to turn up again after a short time. In one of them, Mona had run out of her container at lightning speed and demonstratively entered the scene. The car then drove on. It was a rather pimped-out SUV with fat tires and lavish chrome trim. A typical pimp car. „I think it’s time for you,“ she said afterwards. „The guys have tasted blood and won’t be so quick to turn away. The girl is now in their crosshairs. She’s pretty and that hasn’t escaped the notice of this guy in his leather gear. Next time they’ll show up in pairs. I think the next suitor should be you.“
And that’s exactly what I did. My car was only an inconspicuous Mercedes, no longer quite up to date. But maybe that was a good thing. She must have learned by now that most men in their forties were pretty boring and probably married. So she let herself be fucked by men who could easily be her fathers. And she didn’t give the impression that she was doing it for pleasure.
I did like the others and drove down the row at walking pace. The right-hand windshield was rolled down. I was wearing well-fitting jeans and a white shirt and was by far the youngest of her previous suitors, at least in appearance. While I had only glanced at the others, I let my eyes rest on her until she got the message and came closer. She had already learned to move like a whore and came towards me with swaying hips. Her gaze was blank, but there was hope in her eyes. Hope for a few euros that would save her for the day. For all her simplicity, she was a really pretty girl. Far too pretty for these surroundings. Even if her hair was in desperate need of a little care.
„Get in,“ I said. „Blow twenty euros,“ was all she said, poking her head through the window. „If you take me with you, forty.“ I imagined she was my daughter and I had caught her in this exact situation. She didn’t make a really professional impression yet, I realized with satisfaction. But it was probably precisely this insecure appearance that attracted the men. She still lacked that cocky, you-can-do-me attitude that hurried girls adopt at some point. But she played the role of the teenager quite well. The dirty young girl from a not-so-good home who wanted to supplement her pocket money.
I nodded condescendingly and she got in.
„I know a small hotel not far from here,“ she began, but I cut her off. „We’re going to my place.“ It wasn’t an alternative, it wasn’t an offer, it wasn’t a suggestion. It was simply a statement and obviously something she hadn’t expected. I sensed that she felt uncomfortable and found it difficult to assess me properly. What were my intentions? Why would a very attractive man buy a girl when he could pick one up for free at any disco? Was she in danger? I could literally feel the alarming thoughts that must be running through her head right now.
„I’ll put two hundred euros in your piggy bank. So think about it. Come home with me or I’ll throw you out.“
That was brutal. But it seemed to work. Three hundred euros was a lot of money for her. It had probably taken her half a year in her previous life to accumulate that much pocket money. If at all. And money is always an argument. Money also wipes away fears and reservations. The figure just has to be tempting enough.
My house was an old villa from the Wilhelminian era. I had been lucky and inherited it from my father, who had unfortunately died far too early from too much work. The old building was in excellent condition and had only been completely renovated five years ago. It was situated in a spacious park with mature trees and a dense hedge with numerous sensors so that no one could get inside unnoticed. And so that no one could leave the property without triggering the alarm.
„What size clothes do you wear?“ I asked her as I led her up the wide curved staircase to the upper floor. Up there was my office, but also my bedroom with a walk-in closet and a spacious bathroom clad in gray marble.
„Why do you want to know?“ she asked and I think I could hear a hint of suspicion in her words.
„Who knows, maybe I have a present for you.“
I had more than that, but she couldn’t know that yet. It seemed clear to me that she could only be a size S. So I had bought a few outfits that should fit her. Her tits were rather small, but they were nice and round and firm. That’s how far I had already judged her from a distance. I could hardly have been more wrong.
„Can I use your bathroom?“ she asked politely as we approached the large double bed in a threatening manner.
„But you’re welcome, take your time,“ I replied. I was sure that she had noticed the banknotes that were clearly visible on the bedside cabinet. Perhaps she had also noticed the piggy bank standing right next to it and remembered what I had said earlier. In any case, her lips showed a hint of a smile before she turned away from me and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.
„Oh, by the way,“ she was about to open the bathroom door, but stopped on the spur of the moment. „I want you to make yourself really pretty. So tidy up your hair and shave properly. I hate women with scruff between their legs.“ She was about to raise her head to say something, but I decided to stop the conversation: „You’ll find everything you need in the mirror cabinet above the washbasin. I’ve put something nice together for you. It should suit you.“ With that, I turned away from her and went back downstairs.
She had a pretty face that was framed by blonde hair that was unfortunately a little stringy at the moment. Her breasts were indeed not too big, but they bulged firmly and obviously without a bra under her thin T-shirt. Her hips were slim, but still showed a slightly feminine shape. Her bottom was nicely rounded and not at all as boyish as I had secretly feared. Its two halves were separated by a clear furrow and its bulge was further emphasized by a slightly arched spine. A young thing. A slender girl. And yet a woman who had everything that makes a woman desirable.
I had obviously hit the bull’s eye and my body was gripped by intense anticipation. I was definitely going to have fun with her. The alarm system was armed and all the doors and windows were locked. She didn’t know it yet. But from that moment on, she was mine and she could no longer escape me. Not today and not for many months. Until she had accepted her situation and got used to the fact that her life was now here and according to my will. Whenever that would be.
I watched you for a long time, Miriam, and I liked what I saw.“
Almost an hour had passed before she finally came down the stairs and stood in the living room. She had probably been expecting me in the bedroom, but I had preferred to wait for her in one of my big, black leather armchairs. She was obviously surprised that I knew her name. She was only wearing the little nothing of a pair of panties I had provided for her. You could see her skin shimmering through the net-like transparent fabric. The bra also seemed to fit. It had no supportive function whatsoever, but flattered her two breasts without any folds, which could have been a little bigger, but somehow seemed to harmonize with the proportions of the rest of her body.
A black kimono lay ready for her on the back of an armchair. I stood up, grabbed it and gently placed it over her shoulders. She seemed more comfortable now that her body was no longer so obviously exposed to my interested gaze. She was a simple girl. You could tell by the way she moved and her almost untouched, youthful appearance. Her boss and dentist had probably enjoyed looking at her unmissable little bottom every day.
„How do you know…?“
„Your name? I know a lot more about you, Miriam. I know, for example, that you dropped out of secondary school with an intermediate school leaving certificate, quit an apprenticeship as a medical assistant and have been unemployed for six months. What you get from the job center is not much more than pocket money and even your alcoholic parents take most of it from you.“
I pointed to one of the armchairs and offered her a seat. There was a bottle of champagne in a silver cooler, which I skillfully opened without making a sound and poured two glasses. The whole thing was probably quite unusual for her, but she cut quite a mannerly figure as she sat there and toasted me.
„When was the last time you took a beating, Miriam?“
She seemed embarrassed to be asked about this part of her life. She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and pulled her legs close to her as she crouched down on the oversized armchair.
„Tell me.“ I stood diagonally behind her and enjoyed the sight of a young female creature who was practically my property from now on. She looked up at me and her eyes showed sadness.
„Three weeks ago.“
She pushed the black kimono to one side and revealed part of her thigh. The bruises had almost faded, but I knew that just a few days ago they had shimmered in all the colors of the rainbow.
„How did he hit you? With the belt? With his hand? With his fist?“
This time she avoided looking up at me. „With his hand, with his fist, he just hits like it’s happening.“ Her voice was broken and barely audible. I felt sorry for her. Of course, a daughter needs to be reprimanded from time to time, but a man with class has his ritual and doesn’t just hit her with his fist.
I took a seat diagonally opposite her and looked at her. She was too embarrassed to return my gaze and instead concentrated on sipping her champagne glass thoughtfully.
„He’ll never hit you again, I promise you that. He won’t hurt a hair on your head again, because he’ll never see you again.“ I stood up again and took a seat on the wide armrest of her armchair. Caressing her shoulders tenderly and protectively, I continued:
„You are a diamond, Miriam. You are beautiful and seductive and deserve a man who appreciates your beauty. But you’re still a diamond in the rough and it will take a lot of work to bring out what’s really inside you. That’s exactly what I’m going to take care of, Miriam. You will live in my house from now on and I will take care of your development.“
That was direct and unmistakable. A clear statement with nothing to interpret.
She looked at me questioningly. The whole thing was probably too surreal for her and she didn’t know what to make of it. She found it difficult to assess me. Who was this man who had just appeared out of nowhere? What did he want from her? Was he ultimately just a pimp who wanted to offer her to other men? The questions were obvious, but she couldn’t manage to articulate even one of them.
„I couldn’t bring myself to watch you rotting by the side of the road,“ I explained to her. „So I decided to take you to my place and keep you safe. Did you notice that pimp guy, the one in the big SUV?“
e thought for a moment and then nodded.
„If you’d got into his car, you’d be showing off in some brothel and working three shifts. I wanted to avoid that. That’s why you’re here now and you’ll stay here. As long as I think it’s right.“
„Does that mean I’m her prisoner now?“ The question sounded naive coming from her and I had to smile. „You won’t escape from this house, Miriam. You could therefore call it a prison. But you should see it as a safe zone. Because as long as you’re here, nothing can happen to you. And as long as you are under my care, you will want for nothing. Because just as you can’t get past my electric fence, no one can get in here. People in big SUVs, for example, who would love to turn you into a whore.“
She seemed to be gaining confidence. It was only a tiny movement, but it hadn’t escaped my notice that she had imperceptibly changed her sitting position. She had moved so close to me that our bodies were almost touching. And she had tilted her head to the side so that it was now resting on my left hand, which was still caressing her shoulders.
„From now on you won’t have to suck the cock of disgusting old men anymore, Miriam. You won’t have to let yourself be fucked in every hole for a few banknotes. There will no longer be anyone to patronize you and certainly no one to beat you with their fists.“
„But why are you doing this? What are you planning to do to me?“
She had whispered it more than spoken it and you could literally hear how unbelievable it all was to her. She looked at me for the first time. She turned her head upwards and I sensed the vulnerability in this girl. I would raise her, that was inevitable. But she would be fine with me.
„I have an eye for beauty, Miriam. I think a beautiful woman deserves a good man and that’s what I want to be for you. I couldn’t stand to see a pretty thing like you go to the dogs.“
That seemed to make sense to her and was enough of an answer. My hand had moved to her neck and my fingertips felt her soft, young skin, which was now covered in a nourishing cream and smelled pleasant. So she had taken the opportunity to help herself to everything my bathroom had to offer to pamper a young woman. Her hair no longer hung down stringy, but had been extensively treated with fragrant essences before being carefully combed and dried.
„If someone fucks you, from now on it will be me and it will be good for you. I may have to reprimand you, but I will never hit you in the face. I won’t hit you with my fist and leave you with bruises and chapped lips. I will certainly hit you if you are unruly. I will chastise you as one chastises a naughty girl. But I will only do so if you give me cause. So it’s entirely up to you.“
I could feel a slight sense of unease spreading through her. But she had been through worse and the prospect of a well-deserved punishment was certainly no shock to her. We live in a world of extremes, which are often only separated by a wall. On the one hand, there are spoiled brats who annoy their parents beyond endurance and become bitchy young women without ever having received so much as a slap on the wrist. On the other hand, there are those who have experienced veritable orgies of violence at home and in the end were glad not to end up in the emergency room, but only with bloodshot eyes and bruises all over their bodies.
I stood up and held out my hand to her.
„Come on Miriam. We’re going upstairs. I want to take a closer look at you. And I want to familiarize you with your new life.“
She couldn’t have known the meaning of my words. So she let me help her out of the deep armchair and stood up. She wanted to walk ahead of me to take the stairs upstairs to the bedroom she was already familiar with. But I held her back. With gentle but firm movements, I undid the loops of her kimono, walked around her and helped her out of the flimsy garment. She hesitated for a moment, but she let it happen and the fine fabric fell to the floor, where it lay unnoticed.
„Take off your panties,“ was my order. I had said it in an emphatically friendly tone, but it was still what it was supposed to be: an order.
But that obviously didn’t go down well with her.
„No,“ she said hesitantly, „not here. Let’s go upstairs.“ She was obviously embarrassed to walk in front of me completely naked, while I followed her fully clothed and was able to enjoy her nakedness. So off she went to go upstairs, at least with her panties on, where she knew there was a large double bed waiting for her to do to herself what she had gotten into the car with me for.
„Miriam!“ I said in a loud and already somewhat sharp tone of voice, without moving from the spot. She slowed her steps and rolled her butt provocatively as she looked over her shoulders and winked at me.
„Take off your panties, I said.“ Now she had to sense that I was serious and wouldn’t tolerate any backtalk. But she thought she could continue to play the game, taking the wide staircase step by step, which led in a curved line directly from the impressively spacious living area on the first floor to the more private rooms on the upper floor. She made every effort to appear seductive and irresistible. But an eighteen-year-old from a modest background was at best familiar with such things from TV movies and therefore didn’t look very convincing.
„Miriam, come back.“ It was my last attempt to maintain my status as the master of the house, the only person in the house with the right to give orders. But she had already reached the top of the stairs and made no move to follow my request.
So the time had come, and earlier than I had expected. A little eighteen-year-old girl had defied me and actually thought she could get away with it. She was obviously used to being in control of the situation and having the boys dance to her tune. Boys her age who were far too horny not to do anything if all they ended up with was her open thighs. A behavior that had obviously also worked with the staid family fathers she had previously served for a few euros. But it certainly wouldn’t work with me.
So it was time to teach her a first lesson. Here and now.
So I followed her upstairs. As expected, I found her lying there in a seductive pose on the bed, while she tried to look at me in a way that was probably meant to be lascivious. I stepped closer, but I made no effort to remove my T-shirt and pants. Instead, I went to one of the two bedside cabinets and a moment later I was holding something in my hand that she couldn’t identify at first, but which would soon become an everyday object for her.
It was a black leather bracelet, as is common in the BDSM world. A carefully crafted leather cuff with a shiny chrome iron ring that enabled a master to connect his slave’s hands together in a few simple steps, or to chain them to some device for punishment, to restrict her freedom of movement and allow unrestricted access to her body. I grabbed Miriam’s right wrist and set about putting this sign of her submission on her. She let it happen more or less passively, as she had obviously come to the realization that she could hardly put up any significant resistance to an experienced man like me.
I did the same with her right wrist as I did with her left. I also took the opportunity to put matching ankle cuffs on her, which served a similar purpose. Miriam had thus developed from a runaway who had fled from a drunken father into an involuntary mistress who first had to be taught manners. She had been spared the fate of a prostitute who offered her body to anyone. But she would have to get used to being the personal property of a man who treated her well if she proved docile and obedient, and punished her severely if she showed signs of rebellion.
The bed was of course prepared for unruly women and had several cleverly concealed iron rings to fix her in various positions on it. I tied her right wrist to one of them so that I could put her in any position I wanted without giving her the chance to resist me. I acknowledged her unwillingness, which flared up from time to time during the whole process, with a sharp slap on her bottom or thigh with the flat of my hand.
The first thing I wanted to do was fulfill my announced intention and subject her to a thorough inspection. This was more than just a close examination of her young and desirable body. It was a ruthless examination of her female anatomy with the eyes of a man who wanted to familiarize himself with the object of his desire down to the most hidden corners. To do this, I first removed the delicate part of one pair of panties to expose her completely and make her freely accessible to my gaze.
I spread her legs and took a close look at the features of her sex, opening her labia and exploring the depths of her sex. She had blonde hair, which was also repeated between her legs and looked like a golden fuzz and didn’t really fulfill its function of shamefully hiding the moist, shiny folds underneath.
I turned her around and spread her buttocks to reveal her anus rosette, which was barely a finger’s breadth away from her fuck hole and was therefore perfect for serving as an alternative pleasure grotto. I tested the elasticity of her seat flesh and the firmness of her breasts to convince myself haptically that I was dealing with a young woman who had the best prerequisites for a long existence in beauty. I deliberately proceeded more roughly than delicately and gave her loud slapping blows at every available opportunity, concentrating mainly on her bottom until it had turned into a bright red surface, while her lips opened into small, sharp cries of pain and the first tears appeared in her eyes.
„Remember, my dear,“ I whispered to her, „I won’t hesitate to make your bottom glow if you get the idea of giving yourself to me. And we’ll start training you right now, so that you know from the start what will happen to you if you don’t obey my every word.“
I then turned her onto her stomach and set about connecting her other wrist to the headboard of the bed. She seemed to suspect what I was going to do to her and followed my every move with anxious eyes. Finally, I got up from the impressively large bed and left the room without a word. I took my time before returning, because I wanted her to savor these minutes of uncertainty while she lay there with her arms stretched diagonally upwards and her already marked bottom stretched into the air.
She had every reason to be worried when I finally came back. I was holding an impressive flogger that made it clear at first glance what was going to happen next. It was a very valuable specimen that I had bought at an oriental bazaar and was clearly the handmade work of a true artist in his field. The Arabs have preserved their age-old traditions and know exactly what a man needs to gain the respect of the women in his household.
„I have promised you that you will not feel my fist and that you will not have any bruises on your body. But I will keep you under strict discipline and mark your body with welts if I see reason to do so. And that’s exactly what we’re going to start doing now.“
She had turned her body slightly to the side so that she could look back and follow my every move. Her entire posture expressed fear. Her eyes showed horror. Her lips quivered, unable to make a sound, let alone utter a word.
„I want you to learn an important rule. Part of an effective punishment is that you accept it willingly and humbly. I therefore want you to get down on your knees and present to me in the best possible way the part of your body that nature intended for the chastisement of a woman. If you leave this position and try to escape your punishment, I will double your punishment. So be a smart girl and never disobey my orders again.“
I waited until she had understood the meaning of my words and assumed the desired position. Her head was now buried in the depths of the comforter, while her bottom was the highest part of her body.
„Spread your legs and arch your back. Present yourself to me with the best view a woman can offer. And don’t even think about leaving this position.“
She did it against fierce inner resistance, but she obeyed my order and presented herself to me in all openness and vulnerability. A truly divine sight that I would probably never get enough of.
I lashed out and let the whip of the dozen welts hit her body with full force. The reaction was naturally violent and was accompanied by a room-filling howl. Her body reared up and her buttocks twitched wildly for long moments before she gradually regained her composure and remembered her obligation to assume the desired position.
A flogger has the effect of distributing the force of a blow evenly across a dozen or so thin leather straps. This reduces the risk of injury. But with every blow it creates a single sea of flaming pain that felt like fire and encompassed all parts of the body from the buttocks to the thighs that were soft and sensitive enough to have an unlimited educational effect. I wanted her to savor every stroke to the full and took my time until I lashed out again to repeat the painful process.
In this way she received half a dozen severe blows and I decided to leave it at that for the time being. It was her first real punishment and I didn’t want to go beyond the limit of what she was able to endure.
The evening had only just begun and I still had more plans for her. So I untied her, not without giving her some final instructions for the evening:
„I’m going to pursue my hobby now and cook us something nice. Dinner is at eight sharp. I want you to get dressed up beforehand and keep me company while we eat and … remove that undergrowth between your legs. When we meet, you will always be carefully shaved in future.“
I left her alone with that and looked forward to fulfilling my desires, which would of course also be part of Miriam’s initiation.