Lilly, I had learned from Bernard, was one of his latest acquisitions, well-trained and conditioned; an absolute must-have submissive and to be experienced. But Bernard was a very subjective raconteur, and I could never take Bernard's information at face value. Something special, though, had been developing between us over the many years. It was once we started sharing our submissive women and playing our games of international hide-and-seek, that, sooner or later, we would catch up with one another. And now was our time to finally cross paths again with his Lilly waiting for me in a seemingly totally decrepit old warehouse and a place so wonderful for my mood.

My flight to Hamburg was the next morning. I was reading Bernard’s messages over and over and wondering. Of course, I had many more questions than I had answers. Lilly? Meanwhile, I sipped my white wine and watched the clouds outside my window seat. I see so many shapes in the clouds. Perhaps Lilly was following me across the ocean, keeping track of my journey?

Oh, and then there was the stewardess with the nameplate 'Sara'. When she bent across to fetch my empty cup and handed me another wine, I breathed in her scent. I napped, and my dreams were of Lilly together with Bernard and a mysterious woman who watched from the shadows. Then, Lilly again, a girl who wet her lips with a crudely suggestive tongue and smiled beguilingly, invitingly at me. Her eyes were not eyes but theater screens projecting possibilities. Lilly shifted through a rainbow of colors. Her throaty laugh echoed through my dream. Lord, preserve me from my dreams!

The streets to Lilly’s whereabouts were very narrow, packed with peddlers hawking a variety of items. The buildings that lined the alleys were bland and nondescript; every alleyway looked the same to me. Without Lilly’s expert guidance and that of the Taxi driver, as I found out later, I would have been completely lost.

There was a tarnished brass business sign near the bell: 'Shannon Imports' was finely engraved on the sign. I pushed the button, and I heard a faint buzzing sound that seemed to come from miles away within the vast bowels of the building. It seemed almost an eternity before I heard the sound of high heels descending wooden steps and the clanking of a chain. Finally, the door was opened by a gorgeous and exquisite German doll, a dark-haired woman who motioned me to follow her up a steep flight of stairs. Deep red lipstick painted her lips, burnished bronze shadows to define her cheeks, a thick, creamy porcelain foundation for a complexion, and extra-long eyelashes laden with mascara.  

Bernard once told me that lips are always a fine beginning, and he had Lilly always overdraw her lips, creating a face that is all mouth, a huge, exaggerated expanse of glistening red, moist with expectation. Suck lips. Fuck lips. That made his cock hard.

As lovely as her face was, I couldn’t refrain from staring at her ankles as she stood in the open doorway before me. She was adorned with chromed ankle chains. Yes, I knew then that I had the correct address: with the ankle chains and high heels and wearing only a thong, it had to be Lilly!

I counted the steps as I followed behind the shackled woman. eight-seven steep, narrow steps, worn shiny with age, stained with history. I was nearly out of breath when I reached the top, hot and wretched from the misery of the climb, but also feeble with the anticipation of finally experiencing Lilly!  At the top of the steps was a long dark corridor with doors left and right leading to destinations unknown. A large, screened window at the far end of the corridor provided a dusty impressionistic light. The chained girl motioned me to the first door.

Heavy curtains covered tall, leaded glass windows that in the afternoon would only admit thin slats of hard light, just enough that it showed the angles of her face most advantageously.

Lilly smiled her greeting as I closed the door behind me. She started to speak softly with a low guttural German accent.

“Willkommen zur der Speicherstadt. (Welcome to the warehouse district.)" I felt as if we had known each other for years! "Bernard speaks so highly of you.”

She held out her arms and walked towards me. Lilly was a forty-something, but she looked about thirty. Her perfume saturated the air between us; Poison, a scent I knew so well. Her face was a mask of pale, the palest ivory and lips of red death; her eyes expressionless behind their black kohl, the heavy flutter of her lashes and a high-heeled walk with hips and tits. She tossed her hair out of her carefully made-up eyes and said, quite directly: ‘’I know all about you.’’

Oh, and I knew a bit about her, too. From what Bernard had told me, Lilly loved to be photographed. She was justly proud of her curvy body, and for her, the camera was an objective observer in front of which she could explore various aspects of her masochistic fantasies. She loved to pose for the camera; she relished being the center of attention of the zoom lens as it played over the curves of her flesh. She was the perfect photographer's submissive. She enjoyed being tied and verbally abused and loved tight corsets that forced her breasts into big globular mounds of tight flesh. She was always in need of stern obedience training; loving the taste of a riding crop fragrant in her full-lipped mouth; sucking and kissing and making love to the smooth black leather handle.

"Hi, I'm Robert. I am sure you have been expecting my visit?"

"Yes, I am Lilly, and I was hoping to finally meet you."

This was my first evening in Germany, and I was already eager to imagine what our first night would bring.

Her lips moved all over my face, finally locking onto my waiting lips; her hands moved to my crotch. She pumped me with her lips as her fingers stroked me harder and harder. I remember the erratic humming of a large fan in some unseen corner of the room: the whirr, whirr, whirring of the fan, its hypnotic rhythm; the rhythm of Lilly’s fingers; her tongue fucking my lips; her heavy breasts rubbing hard against my chest.

“Hör zu (listen)," she said and started whispering scalding words into my hungry ears, pumping me with the hard, sharp edges of her sexual fantasies.

+ + +

I could see she had prepared for me, and I was enjoying that she was already into arousing me. Her dominant, Bernard, and I had swapped submissives for the week to add some new excitement for all four of us. Knowing I was another dominant, she knew what to expect, at least in general. She wore a leather collar and an attached leash, along with the chains at her ankles, which told me she had learned how to please a Dom through obedience and submission. Her eyes looked a little teary, perhaps in anticipation of our upcoming Dom/sub adventure. I looked forward to the week ahead.

"Thank you, Lilly," I said as I surveyed her most unusual home in an old warehouse.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she said.

I followed her to the living room and sat on her sofa. Despite the exterior, hers was a reasonably modern home inside.

"Can I get you a drink?" she asked.

"Just a beer will do fine," I told her.

She went to the kitchen to get my drink and maybe one for herself while I watched her. She was a lovely lady in her collar and leash, with an attractive face, bright blue eyes, black hair covering her ears with bangs over her forehead, gold loop earrings, a nice shade of red lipstick, and wearing only a black thong and red heels, leaving her beautiful breasts free. She returned in a minute with a beer for each of us.

"I'm sure you know why I'm here, Lilly. Bernard and I are friends and dominants, and we've swapped our submissives for the week, so I'll be your Dom for many days and nights to come. I'm very fair with subs who obey and please me and don't go against my wishes. I'm sure we'll get along just fine if you do that. The first rule, until I leave, is that you must refer to me as Master."

"Yes, Master," Lilly replied without a hitch.

"Have you any toys and devices we might use during my visit?"

"Yes, Master. Shall I show you?"

"Please. But let's finish our drinks first."

+ + +

So, we finished the beers, and I took Lilly's leash and had her lead me to the master bedroom. When we arrived, I saw a spacious room with a large four-poster bed, plus the usual dresser with a large mirror, and an armoire. She led me to a bottom drawer and opened it; I saw several padded handcuffs with straps, nipple clamps with chains, vibrators, butt plugs, a blindfold, some ropes, a paddle, several floggers, a riding crop, and a cane.

"These are all very nice toys that we can use later," I said. "But for now, I'm going to inspect you. Any flaws I find will get you a punishment for not taking care of yourself properly. Please remove the shoes and thong."

"Yes, Master," she obediently replied.

I took the chains off her ankles so she could do as I asked. Lilly stood, took off her shoes and thong, and set them on the dresser as I looked her over. First, I lifted and examined her hands and nails, finding them very well-manicured. Then I ran my fingers through her hair, looked in her ears, examined the eyebrows and lashes that highlighted her beautiful eyes which were possibly her best feature, and had her open her mouth to check her teeth and tongue before moving down. I cupped each breast and fondled it in my hands before squeezing them hard, then caressed and pinched each nipple, which caused her to react with a small jerk and a slight sigh. Moving further down, I grabbed her cheeks, squeezing each one hard and noting how smooth and soft they were. I turned her around, spread her cheeks, and checked her rosebud, finding it tight and clean.

Then I turned her back so I faced her front again. At my request, she spread her legs and I put my hand over her cunt, feeling its moisture and warmth. I put my other arm around her waist and pressed that palm against her back, then cupped her snatch and pressed my palm against her cunt, making sure I was pressing on her clit to begin arousing her. Her reaction told me I did, so I slipped two fingers into her. She jerked a bit at the sudden intrusion as I wiggled my fingers inside her, finding and pressing against her G-spot.

She stood stoically, but her face betrayed the arousal I was causing her. After a few moments of caressing her inside and teasing her there, I removed my fingers. I used a wet finger to check for stubble around her pussy, then spread her lips and opened her slit, examining her clitoris with my fingers. She jerked a little when I touched it, letting another sigh of arousal slip out. Lastly, I had her lift each foot in turn while holding onto me for balance. I found her feet clean with exquisitely painted toenails. I traced a finger along the soles of each foot, eliciting a jerk and loud "ah", finding that she was ticklish there. Then I set her feet back on the floor.

"You are just gorgeous, a submissive woman to be admired, aroused, played with, and used."

"Thank you, sir," she replied.

"That should be "Thank you, Master," I corrected her, and slapped her ass hard with an audible smack.

"Any future slip-ups will earn you a harsher correction," I promised.

"Yes, Master," she replied correctly this time, a slight catch in her voice.

Returning to the drawer of toys, I selected a set of nipple clamps.

"Let me put these on you to get you started on our evening of sexual delights."

"Yes, Master," she said as she stood before me while I pinched her nipples, making sure they were firm and erect. Then I put the clamps on them, leaving the chain to dangle between, available for pulling at my whim. The nipple clamps squeezed hard onto her erect nubs and yielded a noticeable amount of pain for her. She flinched, and her eyes teared a little as I finished setting the clamps in place.

"Now, please walk to the door and back for me, sexily, to show me your body in motion."

"Yes, Master," she said, and then she walked slowly toward the bedroom door, her hips lifting side to side with each step, her cheeks jiggling slightly. At the door, she turned and slowly walked back. Her hips again moved, and her breasts swayed a little with each step, the chain below the nipple clamps swinging back and forth.

"Very nice! You're a luscious slut and I mean to enjoy you! Now get on all fours and crawl around me," I ordered.

"Yes, Master," she answered, but with a little hitch in her voice, undoubtedly caused by the pain in her nipples. But she got on the floor and started crawling in a circle around me.

"Crawl to the bed," I ordered after a minute.

"Yes, Master."

As she crawled to the bed, I retrieved a rope from the "toys" drawer. I had her get on the bed and lay on her side facing away from me, then I had her grab her ankles with her hands, which required her to bend at the waist. I bent her further until her forearms were flat against her lower legs... and then I roped them together in that position, forcing her to remain bent over. Lying as she was at the edge of the bed, she looked very inviting, her cunt nicely shaved and exposed along with her rosebud, both facing me near the edge of the bed.

I ran my hands over her rear, caressing her cheeks. When I spread her cheeks and teased her rosebud, she squirmed a little and moaned softly. And even more so when I ran my fingers to her pussy, which I found was very wet.

"Tell me what your cunt wants, slut?"

"Oh, Master, it wants you to probe it, lick it, and fuck it," she replied.

"Okay, let's do that," I answered as I began.

With her rear right in front of me, I gave her a couple of smacks on her cheeks in fun and then ran my hands to her slit and spread her open before I traced my fingers up and down her. She squirmed in pleasure as I moved to her clit and swirled it, almost immediately eliciting strong moans. Then I easily pressed two fingers into her while placing my thumb on her clit. As I began to finger-fuck her, my thumb rubbed over her clit, up and down with every in and out move by my fingers. I kept this up for several minutes until she was beside herself with the desire to be fucked, squirming and moaning with need while lying there with her arms tied tight to her legs, unable to escape my ravaging of her clit. Then, I abruptly stopped.

"I think I'll pause for now, slut, and I'll leave you to think about your cunt's unfulfilled needs. Meanwhile, I'll give your rosebud something to enjoy as well, while you wait. I went to the drawer and retrieved a butt plug, returned to her on the bed, and transferred some of her copious feminine juices to her anus, then worked the plug slowly into her. She sighed, moaned, and squirmed as I wiggled the plug in until it popped into place.

"You're all set, slut. I'll return to deal with your needs in a little while," I said, knowing she was in an uncomfortable roped position, her cunt was desperate for release, and that the butt plug would only increase her discomfort... and desire.

+ + +

I left Lilly lying on the bed contemplating her situation for about half an hour, then returned. She liked to be tied tight, but after a while, her muscles began to ache, and the ropes began to hurt her skin.

"Well, how are you, slut?"

"I'm aching, Master. Can you untie me, please?"

"Yes, I can, and I will."

So, I removed the ropes, and she eased her legs straight again. Then, I grabbed the pillows that were on the bed and placed them one on top of the other near the middle of the mattress.

"You look delicious, slut! Would you lay on the pillows on your tummy, please?" I was polite after her ordeal, but we both knew it was an order, and she couldn't say no.

"Yes, Master," she replied as she climbed atop the pillows, then lay down on her tummy, her rear with the butt plug now prominently on top.

I went to the dresser drawer, got four padded cuffs with straps, and set out to tie her to the bed. She cooperated like a good submissive as I tied her wrists and ankles to the corners of the four-poster frame and tightened them.

"Relax, my dear, I know you'll enjoy the pleasures ahead," I reassured her.

"Yes, Master," she replied, and I sensed she believed me and calmed herself.

"Don't be alarmed, but I am going to blindfold you now to enhance your other senses."

"Yes, Master," she replied with a little hesitation in her voice.

With that, I pulled a blindfold from the drawer and put it on her. She was now lying naked on her tummy on the pillows, her rear and pussy prominently displayed with her arms and legs spread in an X shape, and her eyes covered with a soft blindfold. I knew a loss of vision would make her feel what came next even more.

"I'm going to arouse you now using the vibrator. I will buzz your cunt in cycles of one minute on and one minute off, repeated for ten cycles. You are not to come until the ten cycles are over. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"If you do not cum until all ten cycles are complete, you will be rewarded with my cock fucking you until you are completely satisfied. But if you come before ten cycles are up, you will be punished with a severe flogging. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, let's begin."

I turned on the vibrator and started the timer on my watch, then put the vibrator head to her pussy. She immediately jumped, not knowing when it would touch her due to the blindfold. She squirmed almost immediately at the sensations running through her cunt. Her clit, which was so sensitive a half hour earlier but languished since, felt like electric shocks were being applied to it. The vibrations brought her cunt back to life, and the buzzing immediately lifted her to a high state of arousal. She squirmed against the restraints, moaning loudly, and that was just the first of ten one-minute episodes she would have to endure without letting her orgasm take her.

"One down," I called out and pulled the vibrator away. But in what seemed like no time to her pussy, I spoke again a minute later.

"Round two," I called out, touching the vibrator back to her clit.

Lilly was again shocked at her body's response, an immediate and intense reaction to the vibrations. She squirmed atop the pillows but was unable to thrash about and burn off some of the energy her body was generating. She felt like her orgasm was almost on her already, but she clenched her teeth and lasted until I spoke again.

"Two down," I called. Lilly tried to relax but her cunt was so alive, her clit already on fire, she figured she'd never make it through eight more turns.

"Round three," I announced and pressed the vibrator back on her clit. Somehow, despite the intensity, it didn't affect her quite as strongly this time. Maybe the initial shock was over, and things had entered a more routine phase. It was still exhilarating, but she wasn't out of her mind with the need to cum this time.

And that lull lasted through round seven.

"Round eight,' I called out and touched the vibrator to her cunt again.

And with round eight, her body betrayed her. She felt the sensations run through her, her clit burning and her need for release as great as ever. She bit her lip and clenched her muscles as she squirmed uncontrollably to try to avoid her orgasm, but it was impossible. With a great jerk and forceful spasm, she screamed and came, and once she started, she could not stop. The jerking and spasms took over, the juices she'd tried to keep inside flowed out, and she started to squirt as she screamed in ecstasy. Her release was unrelenting, and she came over and over, loving the pleasure so much she cried. I let her finish, then spoke.

"I'm glad you got to have such a wonderful orgasm and release. I'm sure you feel wonderful."

"Oh Yes, Master! I feel so good. Thank you for giving me just what I needed."

"I'll let you relax and recover for a few minutes, and then I'll administer your punishment for not lasting ten rounds."

"Yes, Master."

+ + +

When I returned, she was lying comfortably on top of the pillows, her blindfold and butt plug still in place. I brought a flogger with me and ran its leather strands over her rear and thighs. She couldn't see what it was but soon figured out by the feel of the soft leather on her skin that it was a flogger. After teasing her for a minute, I struck her cheeks with the device, and she jerked and let out an "Ah" of surprise and a little pain. I continued to lash her cheeks with the flogger, increasing the intensity of the strikes. She squirmed with each hit, trying to escape, but that was impossible, so she cried out in pain. Her rear was getting red, and the skin was starting to burn with each strike of the flogger, but there was no reprieve for her. I began to strike her lower, on the backs of her thighs; fresh tender skin which hurt even more than her rear. She squirmed and yelled as the pain increased.

"Please stop, Master. It hurts too much. I'm sorry I came without permission, but I couldn't help it. Please!"

"Alright, slut. I will grant your wish."

I stopped flogging her and put the flogger away. I grabbed some soothing lotion and applied it to her red rear and sore legs. Taking hold of the butt plug, I wiggled it and pulled it out. She yelled a bit as it passed.

"Thank you, Master. You are too kind to this undeserving slut."

"You have disappointed me, but you have tried your best. I will reward you now."

At that pronouncement, I removed my slacks and briefs and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself behind her and between her spread legs. With her exposed cunt in front of me, I swept some of her ample juices onto my fingers and applied them to her rosebud's tight opening, then pressed my cock's head into her. She moaned with the new pressure and squirmed as I pressed deeper, then in and out, probing further into her with each thrust. Soon I was balls deep and began to fuck her ass in earnest. She moaned and thrashed atop the pillows as I banged her ass, my hips bumping against her sore rear as I went. She was too sated from her earlier full-blown orgasm to get completely aroused again, but she was enjoying the anal fucking all the same. I continued until I was about to come, then pulled out.

I moved to her front and had her lift her head by putting her hands on the bed, then I held her head so her mouth was near my cock, then pressed myself into her. She willingly took my penis with her lips and tongue, then she used her skills to caress and suck my cock until I exploded into her. Holding her head, I made sure she was not choking on my erection but could suck and swallow my entire load, which she did. When my spasms ended, I pulled out.

"Excellent job my lovely slut!" I exclaimed.

"My pleasure, Master," she replied with a sense of pride in her voice.

I got up and undid the blindfold, took the nipple clamps off, and removed the cuffs and straps, replacing them in the drawer before moving the pillows back to the head of the bed. I left her collar and leash on her. With the blood returning to her nipples, she sighed in some pain but smiled at me in thanks. Being late by now, I pulled the sheet over her naked body, removed my shirt, and climbed into bed with her. I spooned her body with mine, kissed her neck, and told her goodnight. We were both exhausted and fell asleep quickly.

In the morning, we awoke refreshed. I got her coffee and croissants for breakfast in bed, and we spoke of last evening.

"I really loved your obedience to me last night, how you did as I ordered without hesitation, despite the pain I gave you. I'm happy that you had a tremendous orgasm when you could not go ten rounds with the vibrator," I told her.

"I'm happy to have pleased you, Master. Your approval means the world to me. The pain was tolerable, though it really hurt at times, but obeying you was my pleasure, and you rewarded me wonderfully."

+ + +

Over the rest of the week, I was with Lilly, we did more of the same, but with variations to keep things fresh. We began that first morning.

"Every morning after breakfast, I want you to do a lap dance for me on the chair."

"Certainly, Master. It would be my pleasure to serve any way you want."

So, I found some fitting music on the clock radio and pulled out the chair. Putting a towel on it, I sat down. She stood facing me, swung a leg over my lap and squatted over me, then began swaying to the music.

"Play with yourself, slut!" I ordered.

"Yes, Master," she replied, and began to touch her slit and then her clit, rubbing herself as I had asked.

As she got more turned on by my appreciation of her obedience, and the feel of her fingers on her cunt, she began to ooze her juices onto my legs. With that as my cue, I grabbed her hips, lifted her, and guided her down onto my erect pole. I continued to hold her hips as she gyrated and bopped up and down on me. Being warmed up by her pussy play, she began to jerk and spasm in mere minutes and came, shooting her juices onto my cock and balls. I was soon at my climax as well, and with a mighty jerk, I squirted the first of many loads of spunk into her. She sighed at the sudden warmth inside and ended her orgasm with a final spasm and a moan of relief and pleasure. I finished filling her with my cum and helped lift her off me, with some of my load spilling from her cunt onto me and the towel. Without my asking, she knelt before me and cleaned my lap and cock off with her mouth.

"That was very satisfying. You did well, slut! You may do that each morning."

"Thank you, Master. It will be my pleasure."

We both got cleaned up and mopped our spills, then got dressed.

+ + +

For the rest of the week, we started each day with a lap dance after breakfast, ate lunch, and followed with an afternoon inspection and crawl. In late afternoons I took photos of Lilly playing with various toys, kissing them and inserting them into her mouth, her vagina and her ass, proudly showing me all of her body's capabilities. After a fine dinner at a Gasthaus or nice restaurant, we ended each evening with a round of ten cycles with the vibrator while she was restrained in various ways. When Lilly failed to last ten cycles and came intensely, which happened every evening, I spanked her rear with a flogger or cane and assaulted her clit with a riding crop. She took the punishment like a true submissive, screamed at the pain, and got aroused by the promise of pleasure to come. I was pleased with her, and after each punishment, I soothed her soreness with lotions and caressed her before fucking her in various positions, sometimes anal, and sometimes in her welcoming mouth.

It wasn't until the third evening that I heard a noise and noticed a stealthy woman hiding in the shadows. She lurked and watched us, making herself vanish when needed into the expanses of the old warehouse below Lilly's third-floor home. But she made a mistake one evening by getting too involved in her voyeurism. I told Lilly I was heading to the kitchen so the hiding woman would hear, but I quickly looped back in her direction once I was out of her sight, and I caught her waiting for my return. Lilly knew of her, but she was essentially a twenty-something squatter living somewhere in the vast building. We incorporated her into our daily dominant and submissive routines as a second submissive, but that's a story for another day.