Subject: Madam Claudia
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: Mon Nov 11 10:43:07 AM CST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			    Madam Claudia

	This encounter was the result of my answering an ad placed by
a Frankfurt couple in a contact magazine. They were looking for male
or female sex slaves or couples. I was staying alone in Frankfurt on a
business trip, so I thought, "what the hell? I'll give it try." I gave
them a call and arranged to meet them one Saturday afternoon.

	Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between thirty-
five and forty, perfect age for her role. She seemed to be well
educated, and spoke faultless English (my German is not perfect, by
any means). She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was pulled up
tight and fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was
darkly tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant
female. Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good- looking,
but did not take an active part in any of this. He was more like her
servant. What followed will probably seem like some wild fantasy to
you, but I can assure you that "it happened to me."

	First they gave me a glass of wine, put some music on, and we
talked. Claudia told me that I would have to tell them in advance
exactly where I would draw the line, that is, what things were just
too extreme. Because, she said, once we were in the Studio, I wouldn't
have any further choice. She was quite nice, but also quite serious.
In the Studio, I was told, I would not refer to her by name, only by
the title Mistress Domina or Madame Domina. I let them know that I was
a beginner at this, but I wanted the full experience. They assured me
that while there would be pain, there would be no injury. That was
enough to satisfy me.

	I was taken into the Studio, which had no windows and was lit
only by numerous candles. It was a room filled with the tools (or
toys) of the trade. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, dozens of dildos
in a wide array of shapes and sizes. There was even a collection of
English willow schoolmaster's canes (those things sting like fire). I
can imagine this room would be a dream-come-true to some, a
nightmare-come-alive to others. By this time, I was beginning to have
serious doubts about what I'd gotten into.

	I was instructed by Claudia to undress completely, she would
be back in several minutes, and I was to remember not to address her
by her name. She left me alone, and I did exactly as she asked.

	Then I waited. Before long, my Mistress returned. She had
completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather corset, black
gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels (and I kid you not). She
was beautiful. She had loosened her long blond hair, and it fell well
below her shoulders. In her hand she carried a black riding crop.

	"Are you ready?" I was asked.

	"Yes," I replied.

	"Yes, WHAT?" she demanded.

	"Yes, Madame Domina!" I said.

	"Good," was her reply, "do you like what I'm wearing?"

	"Yes, Madame Domina."

	"What is this?" she asked, firmly striking my penis with the
riding crop.

	"My dick, Madame Domina."

	"Your what?"

	"My dick, Madame Domina."

	"That's not a dick," she said, "I call it a shit-thing."
"What is this?" she asked again, and gave my penis another firm blow.

	"My shit-thing."

	"Good, you learn fast," she said, but not smiling.

	I replied, "Thank you Madame Domina."

	"What do you do with that shit-thing?" my Madame asked me.

	Confused, I could think of nothing to say. "Answer!" she said.
All I could think of was, "I use it to fuck."

	"I don't think so," she said, "It's not big enough or hard
enough. Make it hard!"

	So I began to masturbate myself into an erection.

	"Do not come, do you understand?" she said, "I will tell you
when you can come."

	When I was just about to shoot accidentally, she cried,
"Enough!" Then she said, "Get down on your knees." I obeyed. Then,
still standing, she turned her back toward me, placing her shoes about
two feet apart. "Lick my feet," she demanded. I began to lick her
black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels. She was trying to
find out if I had a shoe or foot fetish, I believe (and, incidentally,
I do).

	After a few minutes of this she stopped me.

	"Steh auf! (Stand up!), follow me," she said, and led me to a
device that resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled me
into a spread-eagled position, and believe me, I was completely
helpless there; I could not have escaped.

	Then she went to a table nearby and begin to pick up small
clips and weights, which she began to apply to my balls, my nipples,
and the shaft of my cock. She kept saying things to me, but I was in
so much pain, I really don't remember what she said. Did I enjoy this?
I guess I have to say, yes I did. It was definitely a new sensation to
me.

	She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took her
crop and began to jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little and
took a picture of me. She waited for a few minutes, peeled the backing
off the photo, and held it up for me to see. "If you're good, I'll let
you keep this. Would you like that?"

	"Yes, Madame Claudia," I replied. Suddenly she struck me
across the thighs with her whip, screaming, "You will not address me
by name! Is that clear?"

	"Yes, Madame Domina," I answered.

	I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and
weights were left on. My Madame said, "Let's show Michael." I followed
her out of the Studio and into the living room of the house, where
Michael was sitting on a couch. He seemed real pleased to see me in
this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by being put on
display like this. "Jump!" Claudia said. I jumped. Yes, it felt about
like you can imagine. "Again!... Again!... Again!"

	Finally, I was led back to the Studio, where the little
implements of torture were removed. This hurt the worst, as the blood
rushed back into the clipped skin. Ouch!

	Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how to
mount it. There was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed my
dick to be exposed from underneath. I was again tightly bound. I
didn't know what was coming next, until she approached the table on
which the dildos were arranged. She finally selected a small one and
brought it to me, holding it in front of my face.

	"Guess what I'm going to do with this?" she asked.

	I didn't have to guess. I'm just thankful that she had plenty
of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the dildo and gently inserted it into
my anus, testing the resistance that she was going to meet. I'm no
stranger to anal sex, so it was an easy entry, and she said, "Oh, it's
not your first time, is it? Let's get a bigger Schwanz (German for
cock, a "gummi Schwanz" is a rubber cock, or dildo).

	So she selected one that was not only longer (about eight
inches) but thicker as well. She gave me quite a fucking with this
one, then got another that was even larger. We went through five or
six dildos, and I was stretched to new dimensions. She was never
rough, though, and I didn't feel in any danger, I just enjoyed it.
Every few minutes she would reach under the stool to see if I was
hard. I was like a flagpole.

	"You've had your pleasure, now you must pay for it," my
Mistress announced, "we're going to see how much pain you can endure."
She walked to the rack where all the whips, paddles, and canes were
kept.

	After making a careful selection, she returned and instructed
me that I would count from one to ten, each count would be one blow. I
could count only in German, and if I missed a count, we would have to
start over. Did I understand? "Yes, Madame Domina."

	The whip fell. "Eins!" I cried. Again, this time a little
harder. "Zwei!" A third time, even harder. "Drei!" Now I understood,
each lash would be harder than the preceding. She was using the waver
in my voice to gauge my pain.

	After an irregular delay, the fourth blow. "Vier!" She would
vary the rhythm, causing me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay
the whip on my red ass for several seconds, then suddenly draw it
back, and then withhold the blow. The anticipation would almost make
me cry out. We continued through the sequence. "Fuenf!... Sechs!...
Sieben!" She was an excellent flogger. "Acht!... Neun!."... and,
finally, "Zehn!"

	By this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her
warning that should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she
wasn't finished with me. Back to the rack, for another "Peitsche," or
whip. Then begin again at number Eins. This went on until I'd felt the
sting of most of her whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded
schoolmaster's canes.

	"Very good!" she announced when she was at last satisfied,
"you've done better than most, I shall give you what you want."

	"Thank you, Madame Domina."

	I was released and taken to another leather covered table that
was built like the thing you sit on in a doctor's office, (or bend
over, depending on your complaint). I was made to lie on this, on my
back and again bound hand and foot. My Madame then took what I believe
to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my genitals. It was very
cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where those clamps
had been placed on my cock and balls. She then asked me, "have you
ever been told by a doctor that you have any type of heart problem?"

	"No, Madame Claudia."

	"Then I want you to breathe something for me, it's going to
make you feel strange, if it's too unpleasant, let me know." She then
held a bottle of Rush to each of my nostrils in turn. I'm sure you
know what Rush is.

	Then she took a candle from it's holder and held it over my
cock. I began to be a little bit scared. She wouldn't set that alcohol
on fire, or would she? I didn't ask for that! She knew what I was
thinking, because she was playing with my fear.

	Then she tilted the candle and let the hot wax drip onto the
underside of my cock. It hurt but not too terribly, maybe because of
the Rush, or maybe the alcohol she rubbed on me. She wanted me to
enjoy the sensation. She would drip a little bit, wait, and then drip
a little more. Like I said, not all bad.

	Finally this little game, too, was finished.

	I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and
told to kneel in front of it. Madame Claudia stood behind me where I
couldn't see her. I could hear her removing her clothes.

	When she came around me and took a seat in the chair, I could
see that she had removed her corset and gloves, and wore only those
incredibly sexy heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of
both hands on her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see
into her wet snatch. She was completely shaven! "You will eat me," she
commanded. I didn't wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She gave
me instructions while I licked her. I would be told to lick slowly,
then slightly faster, slower again, harder or deeper. I did my best to
please my Mistress.

	After many minutes of this ecstasy, she stopped me and turned
over in the chair so that her ass was thrust toward me. She wanted her
asshole rimmed. I was ready and willing. I couldn't believe that this
beautiful woman wanted my tongue in her shit-hole. I licked and kissed
that wonderful ass. It was intensely pleasurable! But this was not the
Finale.

	"You lick me well," she said after what seemed to be a very
long time, "I've had enough for now." She turned back over and sat
facing me in the chair. "Lick my feet again," she instructed me.

	I began to lick those marvelous shoes again.

	"How would you like to remove my shoes?" she inquired.

	"May I, Mistress?" I asked eagerly.

	"Yes, you may."

	Slowly and carefully, I took each exquisite ankle in one hand,
and slipped each shoe off with the other. I don't know if you have the
slightest inclination toward women's feet, but believe me when I say
that my Madame has the most delicately beautiful peds I've ever seen,
and she knew it. I don't want to dwell on my particular fetish too
much, but her nails looked like they could have been professionally
pedicured, and were neatly painted in a bold shade of red. The skin of
her feet was smooth and looked well cared for, and they were clean.

	"Lick them," she repeated softly. I licked every inch of her
feet, gently between the toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive
little parts of her body. I'm sure she was enjoying every caress of my
tongue. She had me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she
wanted me to concentrate on her feet.

	After I'd tongue bathed most of her lower body, she said,
"Give me your cock."

	I rose up on my knees and thrust my rigid cock toward her. She
began to rub it with her bare feet. I was ready to shoot any minute,
and I guess it showed because she said, "If you come, you will have to
clean it up, do you understand?"

	My answer was, of course, "Yes, Mistress."

	She kept massaging my cock and balls with her lovely feet
until finally, I just couldn't hold it. I had an explosive eruption,
shooting my semen all over her feet.

	After all that, the relief was incredible. She waited until my
orgasm had subsided and then firmly asked me, "You remember what I
told you, don't you?"

	I said, "Yes, Madame Domina, I must clean up after myself."

	When I began to look around for a tissue or something, she
said, "You'll use your tongue." So that's how it ended; with me
licking my own thick spunk from Madame Claudia's feet and floor, and
loving it.