As we walked down Johannis Strasse, I was surprised by the size of the huge houses lining both sides of the street. Each one stood like a huge fortress and looked particularly foreboding from the sidewalk. We arrived at number 88 just before 11. 00 and climbed the steps up to the huge imposing front door.
A young man dressed as a butler answered the door and ushered us into a small entrance lobby. He wore a green jacket, grey slacks and a pair of white gloves. The butler took our jackets and bags, checked our tattoos and then told us to wait for a minute.
“This seems very strange.” I said to Cherry. “Have you been here before?” I looked around the 12 foot square lobby and noticed that the three doors all had heavy security locks on them.
“No, but these rich toffs don’t trust anybody.” She replied.
A moment later the butler returned through one of the security doors and holding it open, ushered us through. I could hear faint music and loud voices coming from deeper in the house, suggesting that a party was in progress.
“Follow me,” ordered the butler in a dull monotone voice.
He led us up a staircase, across a landing and into a small room that was being used as a dressing room. There were four dressing tables, rails of frocks, boxes of underwear and shoes strewn everywhere.
“Undress and wait here for the Mistress.” He ordered, before closing the door behind him, leaving us confused as to what exactly was expected of us. I started to slip out of my dress, hoping that whatever it was, would enable me to get back to the hostel ready to receive my instructions from the agency in the morning.
“What do you think Cherry? Anything like this happened before?” I asked anxiously.
“Sure. The sick fuckers that organize these parties are always hiring from the agency. They could make us do anything and so long as it doesn’t involve eating shit I’m game.”
My experience of prostitution was whoring with Dennis’s mates – a couple of weeks of picking up punters off the street, in Soho. All the action happened in their cars, until the German’s chauffeur picked me up and ended up nearly killing me. So, coming to a large strange house where a group of people were partying, naturally made me nervous.
Cherry though, didn’t seemed concerned and was the first to strip out of her clothes. Being with a friend calmed my nerves and we were soon both naked, sitting at one of the dressing tables checking out the array of cosmetics laid out before us.
We giggled mischievously, as we opened the cream pots and smelt the contents in front of the mirrors. I was just applying a rather nice shade of strawberry pink lipstick, when the door opened and a tall lady in a black leather cat-suit entered.
“Stand up,” she ordered in German.
We both jumped to our feet and stood side by side while she looked us up and down. She made a twirling motion with her hand and we both did a slow pirouette for her.
“My name is Mistress Neumann and you two are going to be cats in our circus show. We’re performing it downstairs for our guests in a short while. I expect you to respond to every command, as though you are animals! Do you understand?” We both nodded.
The dominatrix stood over 6’0″ tall in her 4″ stiletto heeled, knee length boots and was quite heavily built. The leather cat-suit was struggling to contain the woman’s massive breasts and voluptuous posterior.
“What are your names?” She demanded. Cherry spoke up first.
“I’m Candy, she’s Mandy.” I gave Cherry a funny look and she winked at me.
Mistress Neumann’s long dark hair, black eyeliner and grey eye shadow gave her thin face, a vampire-like appearance and I was surprised when she talked, to see she that fangs were missing among a row of immaculate even white teeth. The austere woman seemed satisfied with our response, then bent down, lifted a box up and placed it on one of the dressing tables. She took out a huge jar and handed it to me.
“Cover each other from neck to toe with this lotion.” She ordered. “I will return in five minutes.”
I waited for the door to close, before unscrewing the lid and slipped my fingers into the oily substance. I pulled out a dollop of shiny silver cream and showed it to Cherry, who made a face, before scooping out some for herself.
It was easier to apply the cream to each other, so we were soon massaging each other’s bodies and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. Cherry’s body was streamlined, because of her boyish figure, while mine was much more curvaceous and shapely. Cherry took great delight in spreading the cream over my shaven vulva and along my labium lips, while I had to contend with her tuft of pubes, before reaching her cunt. When we had finished, the cream seemed to shimmer and glitter in the light.
Moments later the door opened and I got the shock of my life. The woman had returned with four naked black men, who had followed her into the room. The huge studs stood behind her, displaying four sets of huge muscles and four equally huge, shiny black cocks.
My eyes roved over their semi-hard shafts and wondered whether I was going to be expected to satisfy them all. I was thankful that Cherry was with me to share the burden. Each man was carrying leather straps that looked suspiciously like bondage items.
“Good! Get on your hands and knees and the boys will prepare you for the show,” she commanded in a natural dominant manner.
The situation was taking a sudden turn for the worse, but I dutifully dropped to the floor and waited with Cherry to see what they had in store for us.
The leather clad woman signalled to two of the gladiator-like men, who came over toward me. One man slipped a wide leather collar round my neck, which he buckled firmly in place. I felt uneasy about the whole situation, because I would soon be helpless.
The second muscular man went behind me and lifted one of my feet up to my butt and proceeded to wrap a broad leather strap round both my upper thigh and my ankle, fastening them tightly together. He repeated the process with the other leg and then made me sit back onto my toes. I looked around and saw that Cherry had been bound in exactly the same manner.
The two black guys that stood in front of me, made me feel tiny and insignificant, especially as their thick cocks had suddenly sprung to attention. Their blatant display of excitement was undoubtedly due to seeing our glittering naked bodies and our exposed cunts, while they’d secured our legs.