Marias Erziehung 1 Das vergessene Essen
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Essen 1981, I was on a working trip there at the time, as a model for an underwear company, working with a team of three other models and a group of salesmen, none of whom I really knew as I work for an agency and had been called on to sub for one of their own.
Anyway, it being Friday night, we went out with couple of the managers from the group I was working with, I suspect they felt obliged as the other girls worked for the group full time, so there was the three of us girls and just two men, they quickly paired up, and I was the one without a partner, which made me feel a bit of an extra! In the second bar we visited, I met a girl who to me was rather an obvious cross-dressing TV, a ‘working girl’ in the bar, we chatted and drank for an hour and she was nice and chatty, so I stopped in the bar with her as the others I was with moved on, which was rather a relief to us all!
I by this time was getting pretty well dieseled up, and we had got on to that sex subject as you do, she I suspect knew her trade, and we were soon swapping stories as you do and ‘she’ soon had me excited enough to tell her of one my wilder fantasies, the one which was of being a*****ed and used, though not hurt. She, well I say she, she was in fact a he in disguise which made the situation for me even more interesting as I had never been with a cross dressing man before!
‘She’ asked if I wanted another drink, and like a dipstick I answered, “why not I`ve all weekend, no one will miss me till Tuesday, so I can get over a hangover by then!” ‘she’ laughed, said, “oh I promise to have you at your hotel by then” and went off to the bar once more. It was a bad mistake on my part as we shall see.
We had another round, and I suspect he added some sort of d**g to the drink at the bar, as never before had I so quickly felt so drunk so suddenly, as I`m usually quite good with shnapps!
After a while, (and by now time meant little to me,) ‘she’ asked if I would like to go ‘back to her place’ and ‘explore some of my worst fantasies’, which I though a brilliant idea so ‘she’ asked the barman to call her a taxi and arm in arm we staggered outside me supported by her strong shoulder.
‘She’ next bundled me into the taxi, not surprisingly a cream Mercedes, and off we went, my head on her shoulder, she suggested that before getting to her place, we went on to a nice little live sex club, that she was sure I would like, I did not know at the time it was a very private sex club. and I must have agreed, though that was a bit hazy.
Being in a muddle of the alcoholic kind I didn`t note the route, not that it would have done me any good as I don`t know Diddly squat about Essen anyway and my memory was a jumble. Paying the cab, he helped me out and as my damned feet were not obeying orders, together we staggered in through a back door from a grotty alley, ‘she’ was obviously well known here as the madam met us and asked if I had come to play! ‘She’ said yes, I wanted too, and she thought I would enjoy a little bondage to start, (oh wasn`t this jolly, just like ordering a cocktail lol!) I was not bothered, and began to sing quietly, a selection from Oklahoma I think it was, and they seemed to like that!
Like a lamb to the slaughter; as I`ve had the fantasy for ages I agreed, I`ve always had this fantasy of being used abused and unable to control my destiny, so thought it might be fun. At that moment I couldn’t control my own feet, never mind my destiny so it was hardly a reasonable question!
They helped me strip off, me I didn’t care wasn`t this a fun thing to do, and no doubt a shag with this crossdresser as well, woopy do!
They helped me into a big tiled room then told me to sit on a weird looking frame as if to rest my weary bones.
Gratefully I sat down feeling a bit dizzy, and my legs like jelly and before I was very aware, they had me chained to it!
The frame was a funny thing from what I remember, like a sort of table effort, while I was standing beside it, yes, I was still standing up, my legs were chained apart to the base of the frame, yes that was before I was asked to sit, and my wrists where chained to the side of the thing when I sat down, yes that was it! Oh, and they put a collar around my neck, so I couldn’t sit up I was then gagged at that point which I wasn’t happy about as it stopped me singing which I had been doing since arriving as I thought they were liking it…obviously not!
a handle was pulled, and all the chains tightened up, my arms were pulled backward I was still sort of semi-standing but not on my own. All I could see was the ceiling, I could not move I felt completely helpless, and wow, this was spot on, now perhaps ‘she’ will play with me now I thought, though I could not see anyone only that blessed ceiling, but I could hear them, the madam and ‘she,’ bartering for a price for something he had fetched in for the madam, and she could have it overnight! I wondered what it was…silly me!
just before I was blindfold ’she,’ the TV girl who I had trusted, and taken me there, appeared in my line of sight waving a handful of cash, saying “thanks k**do, you`re free meat now babe enjoy!” then I was blindfolded. Strangely I never saw her again, and I still don`t know where the club was! Unknown to me anyone chained into this frame was fresh meat for the any club member to fuck, men, women or in-betweens. But I didn’t know it then of course.
So here I was chained helpless to a frame, my legs open dangling but chained to the thing, in complete darkness from a blindfold, unable to move or speak and tired so very tired.
I must have dozed off, the d**g had made me sleepy, and as I could do nothing about it, I had decided to save my strength!
I have no idea how long I had been there, but became aware of voices, then my sex being filled, with a dick…no warning, no by your leave, just wham bang, and not even a thank you ma-am after as once the dick had spewed its jism into me, it was withdrawn and replaced by another. There was nothing I could do, not even to protest!
I was fucked for what seemed like hours the whole gambit, , all I could see was blackness, hands groping my tit`s, if I was lucky lips on my clit, fingers delving into my sex, or a dick forced up me in a hurry as if lives depended on spewing one more load into me.
I was like this for an absolute age, I had long since lost count, 20, or perhaps 30 went and came, if you will excuse the pun
I could hear them all the time of course, the door would close and then there would be a lull, there would be an oppressive silence other than a blowfly irritatingly buzzing around, occasionally settling on the cum pouring from me down over my back side and dripping on the floor. then the door would open and someone else would start to play with my tits, which I soon had clamps on! And they hurt like fuck both when they went on and when they came off! I was fucked a lot of times and licked out too! then I was left alone for some-time again as I think they were all fucking one another, I fell asleep but woke up as someone was fucking me again, this happened a few times I was there chained to this until the club closed and yes it did turn me on, though it was a strange feeling belive me.
Naturally I did piss, I don't know if it went on the floor or where, may be someone drank it for all I cared it was the last thing I was thinking about as I was blindfold all this time and my mind was reeling, my mouth dry and my head buzzing.
The madam removed my blindfold, I could tell it was daylight, god alone knows how long I had been laid there. I heard water running, then a cold jet, hit my legs, before the hose end was thrust into me, my full guts filled with the cold gusher and I felt cold deep inside me as the water flushed the nights residue splashing onto the floor, the hose was withdrawn, then I could hear the sound of a broom swishing over the tiled floor. The water stopped, she released my head and I could now see round me, the white tiled walls, the hose rolled round the tap, the windows at the top of one wall, the sky black behind it!
the door clattered shut, moments passed, she reappeared with a tray, soup, a glass of water she held to my parched lips, in my struggling German I asked how long this was to go on?
she shrugged, then fed me the soup, to this day I don’t know the flavour.
The meal over she smiled and left switching out the light as she went.
I fell asleep on and off, my voice echoing round the empty room, when I was awake, the sun came up, the room lit by the morning light on the top window, it was little comfort.
My day began with the madams return, she gagged me once more this time with a man, a big man, fat of gut and wearing a suit and a Tyrolean hat, he smiled, thanked me for volunteering to aid his little club, and saying that no harm would come to me, and I would be well rewarded, for this game, as well as enjoying the sex, he said he loved to help with other folks fantasies and that it was lucky I had found his wife, Magda, (the madam) then with a smile and a “Danke-shone”, he walked away.
His wife smiled, then in broken English said that would I like some food! Having been ravished since about eight the night before and having only had a single drink and a bowl of soup, I was in no mood to say no!
Another man appeared, a big ape of a man, she jabbered at him , then she released my bonds, and in careful broken English she said “toilet, I cook.”
Under the guidance of the ape I was escorted to the toilet, an open pedestal, in the corner the ape watched as I relieved myself, then returned me to the frame and secured my legs, he fingered me until madam reappeared, then with a sly smile he left. Crusty bread, and bacon and eggs were thrust into my hands and I was left to eat which I did with relish. Madam reappeared, changed the plate for a large mug of tea, and withdrew once more.
Naturally after the tea which was nectar to me, I tried to release my ankles, but the small padlocks on the shackles defeated me.
The ape returned, thrust me back onto the rack and in seconds I found myself re-secured at wrists and neck. This time with a little movement, though not a lot but at least I could see who was using me this time.
The ape was first, using me urgently and powerfully, though hardly filling me with hope or seed.
He was the first of many, tall short fat and thin they came one at a time, old men and young, and all I could do was grunt, some chewed on my nipples, others twisted them and enjoyed my muffled screams, one sadistic bastard followed that by chewing on my clitorise, I got my own back by pissing on him, it hit him in the face, and he loved it, it was not the effect I had hoped for.
By the time there was a lull the sun was setting, it had been a long and exhausting day broken only by being hosed out twice, which froze my insides, and fed a mug of tea three or four times.
Madam reappeared and fed me a bacon sandwich, saying in her best English that the evening folk would soon be here, god my crutch was sore, red and worn, my guts were bruised and cold, I felt like shite and this stupid woman was talking about more! And more was what I got, almost as soon as it got dark they began again, men, perhaps a dozen, the later ones drunk, stinking of booze, some near incapable, some slow to excite, one a notable virgin, another an oversized black that stretched me to the limit, tears fell, though not one seemed to notice, madam reappeared, washed me out, released my wrists, ungagged me and left me with a sausage she called verst, with a roll and yet another mug of tea. She left me again with a smile and switching the light out once more. Another fit-full night, ankles still secure the dawn breaking on another day. Hours passed, then madam reappeared and finally, I was being unchained it was the owner and this wife who set me free, only no doubt because the club was closed,
I was like jelly it took me ages before I could walk, my pussy was wet and hellishly sore, I could hardly speak my head throbbed as I dressed.
The fat owner said he was glad I had enjoyed it and thrust a bunch of notes in my hand, then into pushed into a car driven by the ape before I could speak and dumped at a remote tram stop, my meagre German got me to my hotel. I found I had been paid, a bonus.
I could hardly stagger, slept for 24hours, and then had to stagger about on the catwalk for the company that had hired me originally.
We flew home next day, and I spent a month worrying I had not contracted an unspeakable disease, luckily, I cant become pregnant or god knows what the c***d would have been like!
This will never happen again if I know anything about it, it was a one off and yes it still turns me on when I think about it, but I hope never again.
a case of careful what you wish for!
Essen 1981, I was on a working trip there at the time, as a model for an underwear company, working with a team of three other models and a group of salesmen, none of whom I really knew as I work for an agency and had been called on to sub for one of their own.
Anyway, it being Friday night, we went out with couple of the managers from the group I was working with, I suspect they felt obliged as the other girls worked for the group full time, so there was the three of us girls and just two men, they quickly paired up, and I was the one without a partner, which made me feel a bit of an extra! In the second bar we visited, I met a girl who to me was rather an obvious cross-dressing TV, a ‘working girl’ in the bar, we chatted and drank for an hour and she was nice and chatty, so I stopped in the bar with her as the others I was with moved on, which was rather a relief to us all!
I by this time was getting pretty well dieseled up, and we had got on to that sex subject as you do, she I suspect knew her trade, and we were soon swapping stories as you do and ‘she’ soon had me excited enough to tell her of one my wilder fantasies, the one which was of being a*****ed and used, though not hurt. She, well I say she, she was in fact a he in disguise which made the situation for me even more interesting as I had never been with a cross dressing man before!
‘She’ asked if I wanted another drink, and like a dipstick I answered, “why not I`ve all weekend, no one will miss me till Tuesday, so I can get over a hangover by then!” ‘she’ laughed, said, “oh I promise to have you at your hotel by then” and went off to the bar once more. It was a bad mistake on my part as we shall see.
We had another round, and I suspect he added some sort of d**g to the drink at the bar, as never before had I so quickly felt so drunk so suddenly, as I`m usually quite good with shnapps!
After a while, (and by now time meant little to me,) ‘she’ asked if I would like to go ‘back to her place’ and ‘explore some of my worst fantasies’, which I though a brilliant idea so ‘she’ asked the barman to call her a taxi and arm in arm we staggered outside me supported by her strong shoulder.
‘She’ next bundled me into the taxi, not surprisingly a cream Mercedes, and off we went, my head on her shoulder, she suggested that before getting to her place, we went on to a nice little live sex club, that she was sure I would like, I did not know at the time it was a very private sex club. and I must have agreed, though that was a bit hazy.
Being in a muddle of the alcoholic kind I didn`t note the route, not that it would have done me any good as I don`t know Diddly squat about Essen anyway and my memory was a jumble. Paying the cab, he helped me out and as my damned feet were not obeying orders, together we staggered in through a back door from a grotty alley, ‘she’ was obviously well known here as the madam met us and asked if I had come to play! ‘She’ said yes, I wanted too, and she thought I would enjoy a little bondage to start, (oh wasn`t this jolly, just like ordering a cocktail lol!) I was not bothered, and began to sing quietly, a selection from Oklahoma I think it was, and they seemed to like that!
Like a lamb to the slaughter; as I`ve had the fantasy for ages I agreed, I`ve always had this fantasy of being used abused and unable to control my destiny, so thought it might be fun. At that moment I couldn’t control my own feet, never mind my destiny so it was hardly a reasonable question!
They helped me strip off, me I didn’t care wasn`t this a fun thing to do, and no doubt a shag with this crossdresser as well, woopy do!
They helped me into a big tiled room then told me to sit on a weird looking frame as if to rest my weary bones.
Gratefully I sat down feeling a bit dizzy, and my legs like jelly and before I was very aware, they had me chained to it!
The frame was a funny thing from what I remember, like a sort of table effort, while I was standing beside it, yes, I was still standing up, my legs were chained apart to the base of the frame, yes that was before I was asked to sit, and my wrists where chained to the side of the thing when I sat down, yes that was it! Oh, and they put a collar around my neck, so I couldn’t sit up I was then gagged at that point which I wasn’t happy about as it stopped me singing which I had been doing since arriving as I thought they were liking it…obviously not!
a handle was pulled, and all the chains tightened up, my arms were pulled backward I was still sort of semi-standing but not on my own. All I could see was the ceiling, I could not move I felt completely helpless, and wow, this was spot on, now perhaps ‘she’ will play with me now I thought, though I could not see anyone only that blessed ceiling, but I could hear them, the madam and ‘she,’ bartering for a price for something he had fetched in for the madam, and she could have it overnight! I wondered what it was…silly me!
just before I was blindfold ’she,’ the TV girl who I had trusted, and taken me there, appeared in my line of sight waving a handful of cash, saying “thanks k**do, you`re free meat now babe enjoy!” then I was blindfolded. Strangely I never saw her again, and I still don`t know where the club was! Unknown to me anyone chained into this frame was fresh meat for the any club member to fuck, men, women or in-betweens. But I didn’t know it then of course.
So here I was chained helpless to a frame, my legs open dangling but chained to the thing, in complete darkness from a blindfold, unable to move or speak and tired so very tired.
I must have dozed off, the d**g had made me sleepy, and as I could do nothing about it, I had decided to save my strength!
I have no idea how long I had been there, but became aware of voices, then my sex being filled, with a dick…no warning, no by your leave, just wham bang, and not even a thank you ma-am after as once the dick had spewed its jism into me, it was withdrawn and replaced by another. There was nothing I could do, not even to protest!
I was fucked for what seemed like hours the whole gambit, , all I could see was blackness, hands groping my tit`s, if I was lucky lips on my clit, fingers delving into my sex, or a dick forced up me in a hurry as if lives depended on spewing one more load into me.
I was like this for an absolute age, I had long since lost count, 20, or perhaps 30 went and came, if you will excuse the pun
I could hear them all the time of course, the door would close and then there would be a lull, there would be an oppressive silence other than a blowfly irritatingly buzzing around, occasionally settling on the cum pouring from me down over my back side and dripping on the floor. then the door would open and someone else would start to play with my tits, which I soon had clamps on! And they hurt like fuck both when they went on and when they came off! I was fucked a lot of times and licked out too! then I was left alone for some-time again as I think they were all fucking one another, I fell asleep but woke up as someone was fucking me again, this happened a few times I was there chained to this until the club closed and yes it did turn me on, though it was a strange feeling belive me.
Naturally I did piss, I don't know if it went on the floor or where, may be someone drank it for all I cared it was the last thing I was thinking about as I was blindfold all this time and my mind was reeling, my mouth dry and my head buzzing.
The madam removed my blindfold, I could tell it was daylight, god alone knows how long I had been laid there. I heard water running, then a cold jet, hit my legs, before the hose end was thrust into me, my full guts filled with the cold gusher and I felt cold deep inside me as the water flushed the nights residue splashing onto the floor, the hose was withdrawn, then I could hear the sound of a broom swishing over the tiled floor. The water stopped, she released my head and I could now see round me, the white tiled walls, the hose rolled round the tap, the windows at the top of one wall, the sky black behind it!
the door clattered shut, moments passed, she reappeared with a tray, soup, a glass of water she held to my parched lips, in my struggling German I asked how long this was to go on?
she shrugged, then fed me the soup, to this day I don’t know the flavour.
The meal over she smiled and left switching out the light as she went.
I fell asleep on and off, my voice echoing round the empty room, when I was awake, the sun came up, the room lit by the morning light on the top window, it was little comfort.
My day began with the madams return, she gagged me once more this time with a man, a big man, fat of gut and wearing a suit and a Tyrolean hat, he smiled, thanked me for volunteering to aid his little club, and saying that no harm would come to me, and I would be well rewarded, for this game, as well as enjoying the sex, he said he loved to help with other folks fantasies and that it was lucky I had found his wife, Magda, (the madam) then with a smile and a “Danke-shone”, he walked away.
His wife smiled, then in broken English said that would I like some food! Having been ravished since about eight the night before and having only had a single drink and a bowl of soup, I was in no mood to say no!
Another man appeared, a big ape of a man, she jabbered at him , then she released my bonds, and in careful broken English she said “toilet, I cook.”
Under the guidance of the ape I was escorted to the toilet, an open pedestal, in the corner the ape watched as I relieved myself, then returned me to the frame and secured my legs, he fingered me until madam reappeared, then with a sly smile he left. Crusty bread, and bacon and eggs were thrust into my hands and I was left to eat which I did with relish. Madam reappeared, changed the plate for a large mug of tea, and withdrew once more.
Naturally after the tea which was nectar to me, I tried to release my ankles, but the small padlocks on the shackles defeated me.
The ape returned, thrust me back onto the rack and in seconds I found myself re-secured at wrists and neck. This time with a little movement, though not a lot but at least I could see who was using me this time.
The ape was first, using me urgently and powerfully, though hardly filling me with hope or seed.
He was the first of many, tall short fat and thin they came one at a time, old men and young, and all I could do was grunt, some chewed on my nipples, others twisted them and enjoyed my muffled screams, one sadistic bastard followed that by chewing on my clitorise, I got my own back by pissing on him, it hit him in the face, and he loved it, it was not the effect I had hoped for.
By the time there was a lull the sun was setting, it had been a long and exhausting day broken only by being hosed out twice, which froze my insides, and fed a mug of tea three or four times.
Madam reappeared and fed me a bacon sandwich, saying in her best English that the evening folk would soon be here, god my crutch was sore, red and worn, my guts were bruised and cold, I felt like shite and this stupid woman was talking about more! And more was what I got, almost as soon as it got dark they began again, men, perhaps a dozen, the later ones drunk, stinking of booze, some near incapable, some slow to excite, one a notable virgin, another an oversized black that stretched me to the limit, tears fell, though not one seemed to notice, madam reappeared, washed me out, released my wrists, ungagged me and left me with a sausage she called verst, with a roll and yet another mug of tea. She left me again with a smile and switching the light out once more. Another fit-full night, ankles still secure the dawn breaking on another day. Hours passed, then madam reappeared and finally, I was being unchained it was the owner and this wife who set me free, only no doubt because the club was closed,
I was like jelly it took me ages before I could walk, my pussy was wet and hellishly sore, I could hardly speak my head throbbed as I dressed.
The fat owner said he was glad I had enjoyed it and thrust a bunch of notes in my hand, then into pushed into a car driven by the ape before I could speak and dumped at a remote tram stop, my meagre German got me to my hotel. I found I had been paid, a bonus.
I could hardly stagger, slept for 24hours, and then had to stagger about on the catwalk for the company that had hired me originally.
We flew home next day, and I spent a month worrying I had not contracted an unspeakable disease, luckily, I cant become pregnant or god knows what the c***d would have been like!
This will never happen again if I know anything about it, it was a one off and yes it still turns me on when I think about it, but I hope never again.
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