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The Lorenzen Mansion lay in a minor Depression amidst the broad Girdle of Dunes stretching along the Western Coast of the Island from North to South. It was a large Uthland-Frisian house, a type of farmhouse that, for centuries, dominated the North Frisian Uthlande, that is, the North Frisian Islands, the Halligen, and the Marshlands of Northwest Germany.

The Mansion had been built by one of Frauke Lorenzen´s Ancestors in the 18th Century, who had made a Fortune as Captain of a Whaler. The Portrait of him hanging in the Dining Room showed a Man with a slight resemblance to Gregory Peck as Captain Ahab in the famous Movie Moby Dick.

Tjark Lorenzen rested at the Cemetery Saint Clemens in the Village of Nebel with its many so-called Speaking Stones. These Tombstones told the Visitors the Biography of the Deceased. As the old Chronicles reported, he had been a hard Man. Ruthless against himself and against his Crew. But he had returned home whenever he set Sail, and he never lost a Man at Sea. And make no mistake: You could make a Fortune with Whaling, but the North Atlantic was unforgiving and brutal.

Frauke Lorenzen, the current Matriarch of the Lorenzen-Clan, liked to read the old Chronicles. “I am like him in certain Ways.” Frauke Lorenzen was definitely as ruthless and cunning as her Predecessor. At the Age of 50, she ruled the Family Business with an iron Fist. Physically, she had a striking resemblance to Sigourney Weaver, the famous Actress.

Business was good, and Lorenzen had found a very profitable Way to augment the already vast Family Fortune. A Way that served two Purposes: Accumulating more Wealth and allowing her to indulge in her secret Passion for beautiful Things – and human Beings. In Lorenzen´s Opinion, the Business Model was perfect.

Her latest “Acquisition”, though, posed a bit of a Problem:

She took a Sip of her delicate Darjeeling and scrutinized the Woman sitting across the Table, as a scientist would look at a fascinating Specimen. At the Age of 36, Levke Knudsen was a petite Blonde of 5´6´´, of lithe Build, but with an impressive Set of D-Cups. The Mother of Three was dressed in a grey Business Suit and matching Gianvito Rossi Heels. She avoided Eye Contact and stared studiously at her Hands and the Tips of her expensive Heels. “I cannot bring you the Magdalena-Diadem. Hindrik would not allow it.” Her Voice was barely a Whisper.

Lorenzen chuckled maliciously and sighed exaggeratedly: “Levke, Levke …. We already talked about this. It would be a Tragedy if Hamburg´s High Society would learn that the Wife of one of Hamburg´s oldest Patrician Families, the Knudsen Dynasty, is a Pain Slut, with a Love for Bondage.” Lorenzen paused for Effect. “Imagine the Scandal, when certain Videos and Pictures find their Way into the Press! Those Leeches know no Shame, we both know that. So, I suggest you find a Way to keep your Side of the Bargain …..

“It is no Bargain. It is Blackmail!” Levke thought bitterly.

Levke Knudsen knew she had no Choice ….

A desperate Idea crossed her mind.

Hadn´t she any Choice?




Mid-October, Hamburg, Midmorning, the Offices of Art. Inc.

“So, this is what you want us to do, Herr Knudsen,” Chris concluded calmly. The Blonde looked intently at their Client, “He hides his Emotions behind a Mask of Stoicism.” Chris thought, “But the Pain is still there. The raw Wound.” She sensed it beneath the cool, composed Façade of Hinrik Knudsen. Knudsen did what was expected from the CEO of Knudsen Shipping and Offspring of one of Hamburg´s oldest and most venerable Families.

“Yes, Frau von der Marwitz, I want you to bring the Person responsible for the tragic Death of Levke to Justice. I want you to recover what this Individual has stolen.” The Tycoon had spoken calmly and controlled, but the Rage? It was there, behind the Hanseatic Coolness. “No Matter the Cost.” He added. “Any Cost!” Hinrik Knudsen looked Chris straight in the Eye.

Five Minutes later, he had left.

“Poor Man.” Sophie Reichenbach spoke first. “In legal Terms, the Case is closed for the Police. Levke Knudsen did commit Suicide. The Evidence is incontrovertible. Frauke Lorenzen did cover her Tracks well.”

“One Reason more to take that Bitch out of Commission.” Anna Romanova stated. Sybil´s Research shows that Levke Knudsen is only the latest Victim in a long List. Let us proceed with the Plan!” The Russian indicated with Passion

“Alright.” Chris nodded, and a small smile curled her Lips. “I always wanted to spend New Year's Eve at a North Frisian Island. The Arrangements are made.”

“You are sure?” Sophie inquired, “The Plan is not without Risk for you.”

“Always the Voice of Reason.” The Pianist smiled warmly, “I am sure, and in the worst Case, you will be around to rescue me.”

“Don´t count on that, Chris!” Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova´s Tone was stern, but the Twinkle in her black Eyes betrayed her.


Late December: Amrum, early Afternoon:

Chris navigated her Maroon Mercedes GLS on the Road, which led from Norddorf, at the Northern End of Amrum, to Wittdün at the Southern End. They had arrived on Amrum two Days ago. “They” were Anna, Sophie, Merit, and Sybil. Sybil had organized the perfect Location: A secluded Frisian House in the outer Marshes, far away from the next Habitation in Norddorf.

Now the Pianist was on the Way to her Appointment with Frauke Lorenzen. The Matriarch had invited her over for Tea and Dinner later. “As soon as I learned you would be giving a Concert in Norddorf on the Day before New Year's Eve, I knew I had to meet you. An Artist of your Calibre!” Lorenzen had sounded quite cordial; Chris had to give her that. It was fake, of Course. Lorenzen was as congenial as an attacking Cobra.

The Blonde followed the Instructions of the Navigation Computer. A small Road led through the Dunes. And then she could see it: The Lorenzen Mansion. Surrounded by the magnificent wild Dunes of Amrum. Chris stopped before the massive Metal Gate, which swung open automatically. “I am expected,” The Pianist smiled. She parked her Car before the Main Entrance and got out.

Chris knew she was being watched and suppressed a Smile. Appearances mattered: she had dressed casually yet elegantly, like a true Hanseatic. Her trusted brown Suede Gianvito Rossi Boots, a long red Tartan Skirt, a moss-green Turtleneck, and a green Barbour Jacket.

At the Door, she was greeted by Lorenzen´s Personal Assistant, Femke Friedrichsen, as she knew: A very tall, very athletic, taciturn Woman, with shoulder-length brown Hair. Friedrichsen was Lorenzen´s right Hand.

In the spacious living Room, Chris was greeted by the Lady of the House.

The older Woman scrutinized her Guest from Head to Toe, rested for a Second too long on Chris's Breasts, “Welcome, Frau von der Marwitz, welcome!” Her Voice was rich and deep, her Smile cordial, but did not reach a Pair of grey Eyes. “I am so happy you could make it!” “My Pleasure!” Chris smiled back, took the offered Seat, and crossed one long leg over the other.

“You must do me a Favour!” Frauke Lorenzen smiled after Femke had served the Tea – a Darjeeling, Chris noted – in an exquisite and delicate China. Chris returned the Smile. “It depends.”

“Why don´t you stay over Night here after Dinner? Femke has already prepared the Guest Suite on the first Floor!” The Pianist mulled this over, then she smiled, “Since I have no
Pressing Appointments, why not?” “That is settled then!” Her Host smiled. “How do you like Amrum Frau von der Marwitz? I heard you spend Time on Sylt frequently.”

“Guilty as charged!” Chris smiled a bit ruefully, “But I have been on Amrum occasionally, and when my Agent informed me about the Request to give a Concert in Norddorf, I accepted gladly.” The Blonde smiled disarmingly, “And here I am!”

After Tea, Chris “checked in” and agreed to accompany her Host for a Walk through the Dunes and the long and broad Beach, partly a Sandbank, the Kniepsand. Her Guest Room was spacious and offered all the Perks a five five-star hotel would provide. She searched the Suite quickly, before she changed Clothes for the Walk. “Interesting,” she mused as she inspected the Mirror and the Bathroom ….

It was a stormy, grey, and cloudy Day, and a stiff Breeze from North-West threw the Breakers high up the Beach. Chris and Frauke Lorenzen walked along the Beach.

The Matriarch asked the Pianist Questions about her Profession and seemed well-versed in the Classics. Chris noted, too, that her Host seemed to know her Biography well. “This is a Test,” she mused, “That Lorenzen did her Homework had to be expected.”

The Shot came out of the Blue: “After the Death of your Parents, you vanished for two Years, what did you do?” Her Host sounded merely curious, polite even, but Chris sensed something different. Lorenzen enjoyed this Moment. She looked intently at Chris, searched for a Reaction. The Blonde´s Face betrayed nothing. Lorenzen felt like running against a Wall.

“I healed,” Chris said simply. Just two Words. Final. And Frauke knew instinctively she would get no more. They continued their Walk along the Beach. As Darkness set in, they returned to the Lorenzen Mansion. “Dinner is at Eight!” The Lady of the House told her Guest, “Femke has a Lamb Roast in the Oven!”

Upstairs, Chris unlocked her Suite and entered. At first Glance, the Room looked the same as she had left it. But something was different. Chris was sure someone had searched her Room. She checked her Watch: 06:00 PM: Two Hours till Dinner. The Blonde took off her Boots and unzipped her Skirt, letting it glide to the Floor. She stepped out of it and tapped on socked Feet to the Bathroom.

Inside, she changed: first went the brown woollen Socks, then the opaque tan Pantyhose. The Pianist changed into her beige PJs and matching Socks. Chris set her inner Clock to 07.00 PM.

What would the Evening bring? She was sure Lorenzen would make her Move. What Move? Chris had a rough Idea what to expect. They knew Lorenzen´s Modus Operandi by now. Sybil had dug very deep, and they had followed many Leads.

Chris closed her Eyes and fell asleep instantly.


Lorenzen Mansion: Dining Room, 08:00 PM:


Frauke Lorenzen had taken her Place at the large oaken Dining Table, laid perfectly with the Family China. The Lamb Roasts' Scent filled the Room. Lorenzen enjoyed it. She was curious about her Guest. Christine von der Marwitz had already fulfilled some of her Expectations. The Pianist was an intriguing Character, that Air of Mystery …

The Matriarch had not expected that the Blonde would answer her intimate Questions straight away. And the Pianist had not disappointed her. Frauke Lorenzen liked that. It made the Game so much more intriguing – and rewarding.

She sensed Strength, a Core of Steel under the beautiful Surface. And Christine von der Marwitz was a Beauty, no doubt. But Frauke Lorenzen sensed much more under that Surface of Marble. To find out what was under that serene, calm Façade? She was sure she would enjoy it. Enjoy it thoroughly. Enjoying peeling off the many Layers under which the Pianist hid her Core.

Levke Knudsen had been weak. Christine von der Marwitz was not. But she had a Weakness. She had to have. And Frauke Lorenzen would find it out.

She was good at it. At finding out a Person's soft Spot. Their Blind Side. And explore them for her own Gain. Her Ancestor would have been proud of her: Frauke Lorenzen already had a pretty good Idea how to find out the Pianist´s Weakness.


Minutes previously:


Chris inspected her Mirror Image.

According to their Research, Lorenzen had a specific Conception of her Potential Targets: Lorenzen collected Beauty. Not only physical Beauty, but Beauty in every Aspect. Which made it easy for Chris:

Chris´s first Goal was simple. To match her Host´s expectations.

The Blonde looked in the large Mirror. Her Image from Head to Toe:

Her shimmering blonde Mane in a stylish Updo.
Silver Earrings. Each with a Ruby in its Centre.
A silver Collier with large red Rubies.
A red Sequin Cocktail Dress matching the Rubies´ Red. It left her muscular Shoulder bare. She forewent a Bra.
The Tops of her Breasts clearly visible.
Chris had to smile. “I doubt Lorenzen can resist the Temptation.”
The nude Hose felt smooth and cool on her Skin.

The Aquazura Platform Sandals matched the Dress and all other Accessories in Colour. As did her Nail Polish.

The Pianist smiled: The nude Pantyhose had a shimmering Quality, and through it one could see the golden Toe Rings glittering. Two at each Foot.

Chris played a Role. She was aware of that. Not that she didn't like to dress to the Nines. At the right Occasion, she didn´t mind at all. This Evening, she didn´t do it for Fun. No. But for a Purpose. Not without Risk. On the Contrary. It was a risky Game she played. Sensei Nakamura had always chided her. Chided her for leaping without looking, because she could.

“I know, Sensei,” She smiled at her Mirror Image, “I am doing it again.” Chris looked at her Image. “I know what I am doing, Sensei. And the Risk is worth it.” The Blonde turned on her Heels and left her Suite.


The Present:

Lorenzen heard the Steps of High Heels outside.

The Door opened. A Smile curled Frauke Lorenzen´s Face. “Welcome, Frau von der Marwitz!” She took the Sight in. Mustered the Pianist from Head to Toe. And liked what she saw.

“Call me Chris, Frauke.” Chris smiled back, coyly, “All my Friends do!”

“You do look splendid!” Lorenzen smiled too. And Chris noted that the Matriarch gave her the once over. And she did not even try to hide it, her Lust. Her Longing. “You like what you see?” Chris chuckled.

“Actually, I do!” Frauke´s voice was dark. Dark with arousal. Chris, the Musician, noticed the Vibrato keenly. “Do have a Seat, Chris!” Her Host invited her. “Femke will serve the Aperitif presently!” She smiled, “I heard you do like Cremant from Alsace?” “Actually, I do,” Chris purred. “You did your homework, Frauke, didn´t you?” Her smile was perfectly innocent.

“I would be a bad host if I didn´t?” Frauke Lorenzen admitted, “And I consider that a Sin!”

In the exact Moment, and to Chris it seemed this was planned in Advance, Femke entered the Room and served them the Cremant, which was excellent, as Chris had to admit. All this was like a Dance. A well-scripted Dance.

“Let´s dance then!” Chris smiled inwardly. This would be a Tango, not a Waltz. The Pianist had found out that Ardeth Bey not only managed the Vienna Waltz in Reverse perfectly but could also do the Tango like a born Argentinian. The Bedouin had many Qualities.

What she was about to do now? It would be a Tango. With a Partner she did not know. But that made the Dance even more exciting: The Thrill. Not to know what would happen. Like a meeting Engagement on the Battlefield.

“Let the Ball commence!” The Pianist smiled to herself.

The Roast was perfect. So tender, Chris had not to use the Knife. The Fork sufficed perfectly. Femke had served them a Pumpkin Soup made of Hokkaido as the first Course. A Sorbet of Cucumber had been next. With the Roast went a rich red Wine from Spain. From the Duero. Heavy on the Barrique. Perfectly balanced.

“It´s almost 20 Years old. The Year 2006 was fantastic! For Red Wine!” Frauke Lorenzen told Chris, her keen grey Eyes drilling into hers. Chris had raised her crystal Goblet and smiled coyly. She slipped off her left Sandal. Her hosed foot touched the Matriarch´s ankle and glided upwards. Slowly, tantalizingly slow. The Blonde noted her Host´s rosy Cheeks ….

This would be interesting …..

Later:

Chris smiled coyly at Frauke Lorenzen. “Frauke, this was really delicious!” The Blonde rubbed her Belly. “And the Wine? You must tell me where you buy it!” She felt a bit lightheaded. And excited. On a certain Level. They were playing a Game. Lorenzen had reacted. Her right Foot had glided upwards, Chris´s left Shin. The Touch had sent Shivers up Chris´s spine. Yet she had smiled back and made Conversation.

For Dessert, they had Red Berry Compote with homemade Vanilla Ice Cream, as Frauke had told her. Lorenzen smiled, “Chris, this was a wonderful Evening!” Her Smile coyly. “What do you think about a Digestif?”

Chris smiled back, “I am all in!”


One Hour later: Frauke Lorenzen´s Bed Room:


Chris woke slowly from the dark, deep Waters. Slowly, she returned to the Surface. All was foggy. Clouded in Mist. At first, she had no Idea where she was, what had happened. Slowly, Memory returned. Fragments. Pictures. Foggy Images:

Frauke had proposed a Digestif. What had it been? A Grappa? They had emptied their Glasses in one Gulp. And then Chris had fallen, had fallen into Darkness. The last Memory? The Smile of Frauke Lorenzen. Chris kept her Eyes closed. Listened to her Body. “I cannot move,” She realized. The Blonde was fully awake now. She tried to wiggle her left Toes. Nothing. Her right: Nothing.

“You are so cute!” Lorenzen´s Voice cut through the Silence. “I know you are awake!” The Matriarch chuckled, “Don´t worry, Chrissie! You are just paralyzed – it will wear off in a while. You can open your Eyes, though!”

Chris saw no Sense in playing Possum anymore and opened her Eyes. And looked at her Mirror Image: The Ceiling of the Room was a large Mirror. Chris saw herself lying in bed. “I am stark naked, almost.” The Blonde wore her red Panties and nude thigh-high Stockings. Someone had braided her shimmering blonde Mane in a long Ponytail.

Frauke Lorenzen looked down at Chris. “You are so beautiful!” She chuckled.

Chris Field of Vision was limited, but thanks to peripheral Vision, she could see that her Host wore a black leather Cat Suit. It gleamed in the Light. Lorenzen kicked her shiny black High Heels off and straddled Chris´ paralysed Body. “She wears nude Hose!” The Pianist noticed from her prone Position.

The Matriarch smiled down at her. “You have wonderful Breasts, I seldom saw a more beautiful Pair.” Chris saw the longing in her Eyes. Lorenzen bowed down and cupped Chris´ Breasts with her Hands, squeezed them. Massaged them. She pinched her Nipples. She looked into the emerald green Eyes – and saw so much in them. She loved what she saw there: The Hate, the Impotence, the Resolve.

Chris hated Lorenzen with her Guts already. She felt every Touch. Every Sensation. As Lorenzen pinched her Nipples, hot Pain shot through Chris´s body. She hated her Impotence. She could not move a Muscle.

“Get used to it!” Lorenzen smiled, “The Impotence, the Hate! Especially the Impotence!” And molested Chris´s Breasts some more, “You hate it to lose Control, do you?” Another Smile. “You have no Control now!”

“No, I don´t, B*tch!” Chris fumed, “I don´t have Control. No! Not yet!” She struggled. She tried. But the Drug worked perfectly. Chris fumed, “I cannot wiggle even a toe!”

“You are so cute!” Lorenzen molested Chris´s Breasts some more. “Let me tell you, Chris, what we will do! I do love Silk! I do love Pantyhose!” Lorenzen chuckled, “And I do know, you love them too!” She got up. Chris could not see what she was doing. She heard her Host´s soft Footfalls, though.

The Footfalls returned ….

“Look what I have here!” Chris heard the hated Voice. “Silk!”

Lorenzen looked down at Chris.

She smiled as she bowed down and pulled down Chris´s lacy red Panties: “What a perfectly trimmed Brazilian Landing Strip!” Chris felt the Touch of Lorenzen´s Fingers. She not only touched Chris´s most intimate Spot. Lorenzen´s Fingers moved, touched her Clitoris, and inside …

Chris Body reacted. Reacted to the skillful manipulations. “Curse you!” Chris fumed and struggled again. “Damn it! That Drug still works!”

Lorenzen was aroused. The skilled Martial Arts Specialist, the beautiful Blonde in her Power. “How she must hate me!” The Frisian smiled. There was no stronger Aphrodisiac. She grabbed another Object.

A Torpedo Styled Object ….

Lorenzen smiled, “You will love it!”

Chris doubted that.
Seriously.
Her Eyes shot Daggers.
She struggled.
But her Body did not respond.
Not her Toes, not her Fingers
“I am stuck,” Chris realized. This Drug was devious. “I am totally paralysed, but everything feels so much more intense.”
She hated it, but to feel was her only Option right now.
To feel and to endure.
And to be aroused.
And she was aroused.
Very aroused.
She was so horny already.

“Who came up with his Plan?” Chris fumed.

“You did!” The little Devil on her left shoulder chuckled maliciously.

“Screw you! I know that!” The Blonde cursed.
“Have fun!” The little Devil chuckled.
And disappeared.

Lorenzen pulled Chris´s Panties up. The Vibrator began to buzz on a medium Setting. The Vibrations were distracting. Had to be distracting. Lorenzen smiled, “You do look so cute, Chrissie!” The Matriarch chuckled, “Your Cheeks are rosy.” Chris stared back. Lorenzen noticed that the Blonde´s decolletage reddened slightly. Her Breathing got quicker.

“Your self-control is remarkable!”

“I will kill her slowly when this is over!” The Blonde fumed inwardly, still condemned to total Impotence. A Feeling Chris hated with Passion: “I do act, I don´t react!” Her Sensei had chided her more than once for her Tendency to leap without looking, exactly the Thing she was doing now.

Lorenzen was amused. “Now we will wrap up Things! You do love Silk?” The Frisian jumped from the Bed. Chris could not see what she was doing, but heard Lorenzen opening Drawers, rummaging through something, and closing Drawers ….

Later:

Chris had to admit that Lorenzen was a skilled rigger and that the Silk felt smooth and cool on her Skin. The Villainess had tied her Legs in six Places with broad, expensive Silk Scarves. Ankles, Shins, under the Knees. Above the Joint. Mid-thigh, below her Crotch.

But before? Her Captor had smiled condescendingly at her as she had wrapped a green Scarf around Chris´s Waist. Tightly. And produced another Scarf. A red one with Knots …. “You will love it!” The dark-haired Woman had chuckled as she pulled the Crotch-Scarf tight. Tight as in really tight. Chris hated to admit it, but the Knots were perfectly placed. Arousingly perfect.

Lorenzen smiled down at the helpless Pianist. “You have such beautiful Feet! And those Toe Rings!” The Matriarch had turned and let her Fingers glide above Chris´s Soles. Chris could do nothing. The Touch was delicate; it felt so intense. But she could do nothing. Lorenzen produced a Piece of String and tied Chris´s big toes together.

Her Feet were one of her most erogenous Zones. Aroused as she was? Together with the devilish Vibrator. It would not take much to send Chris over the Edge. Lorenzen bowed down, took her bound Big Toes in her Mouth, and bit her. Not forcefully. But the Sensation was intense. Chris felt Lorenzen´s hot Tongue between her Toes.

“Please more!” Chris strained, but couldn´t move a Muscle.

Lorenzen chuckled. “You must earn release! And we are not done yet!” Lorenzen manipulated her unresponsive Body as she tied her Arms behind her Back with more Scarves. Wrists, Elbows. Below and above the Joint. A figure-eight Breast Harness. One Scarf around her Waist.

Lying on her bound Arms was not exactly comfortable. Wide-eyed Chris stared at her Handler. “We are not done yet, Sweety!” Lorenzen smiled down at her. “I peg you as a Girl who loves her Hose!”

When Lorenzen was finished, Chris was a Nylon Mummy. The only Part not covered in the silky Material was her Head. Her Captor had encased Chris´s Body in five Layers of Pantyhose. Nude Hose. Very transparent nude Hose. Each Time she had wrapped tightly Tape-Bonds above the Scarves she had applied in the first Place. Five Times. Five Passes each Tape Bond.

“This is so tight!” Chris mused, “But in a strange Way comfortable, and arousing!”

“We are not done, Chrissie!” Lorenzen grinned and patted Chris on her Head. “I judge you as a real Gag Slut! And you know what they say! If it isn´t tight, it isn´t right!” The older Woman chuckled, “You cannot say it, but you do want to! Don´t you? You want to say, “Do not forget to gag me! Whatever you do, don´t forget to gag me! Repeat after me! Do not forget to gag me!”

Frauke chuckled, “My bad! I forgot, you cannot talk!”

Chris stared back. And hated it: Lorenzen was right. Chris loved it and hated it. To be dominated this way. To be tightly bound and gagged. Few People were allowed to do that. Sarah McKenzie was one: Ardeth Bey, another.

Lorenzen had gotten up from the Bed again and walked away … Chris felt a tingling at the Tips of her Big Toes. Was the Drug Effect wearing off? She could almost move them. But almost only …. Lorenzen returned “Time for a proper Gag Frau von der Marwitz! And don´t mind me saying that! You do have a very, very gaggable Mouth!”

“I do mind! Crazy Bitch!” Chris could only watch as Lorenzen held a thick Wad before her Eyes. “This is a nylon Stocking!” The Blonde could see that. It was a nude nylon Stocking. A filled nylon Stocking. The Filling was obviously substantial.

Lorenzen seemed to have reread her Thoughts, “Two Panties and two Thongs!” The other Woman chuckled. “Let´s see if it fits! I am sure it will!” Lorenzen bowed down. And pressed the depressingly large Wad on Chris´s Nose. “Breathe, Sweetie! Breathe all in! Those Panties, those Thongs are really, really ripe! I always keep a Stash of matured Underwear and Socks ready for beautiful Damsels in Distress!”

She pressed the Wad more forcefully on Chris´s Face.

Chris did breathe in. Because she could not do nothing else, and by God, those Thongs and Panties were ripe! Lorenzen pressed the filled Stocking more firmly on her Face. And the Vibrator buzzed away. The Blonde was powerless, and the Frisian enjoyed every Moment.

Finally, Lorenzen took the large Wad away. Chris sucked in Air greedily.

“The next Part I do enjoy the most!” Her Captor chuckled.

“It really fits!” She smiled a short while later, after she had crammed the massive Wad into Chris´ unresisting Mouth. Lorenzen had needed considerable Force: So large was the filled Stocking, the Blonde´s Jaws stood ajar. The taste of used Underwear hit Chris's Taste Buds with full Force!

“We are far from done, Blondie!” Lorenzen explained gleefully, as she manhandled Chris´s unresponsive Body in a sitting Position and sat behind her Prey. Chris could not see what she was doing, another Thing she hated. The Sensation of Lorenzen´s full leather-covered Breasts pressing against her back was distracting, enjoyable, and distracting.

Suddenly, a gigantic overhand Silk Knot appeared in her limited Field of Vision. “A Blue Paisley Scarf!” Chris noticed absentmindedly. It stopped before her gaping Mouth. Was pressed against the Gag Packing. Lorenzen pulled with tremendous Force. Chris made soft gurgling Noises. Lorenzen pulled and pulled and pulled.

She pulled till the massive Knot filled Chris´ Mouth too. The Blonde was breathing heavily. The brown-haired Woman knotted the remaining Ends of the Scarf with brutal Force behind Chris´s Head. The Scarf´s remaining Ends were long enough to wrap them twice across her lower Face. From the Chin right under the Nose.

“See?” Lorenzen chuckled, “Don´t tell me you don´t like being thoroughly gagged!” Her right Hand glided down and played casually with Chris´s left Nipple. Out of the Blue, Lorenzen pinched it. Hard. Only a soft Moan was audible. “You are still too noisy if you ask me.” The Criminal mused. “We must improve the Gag anyway!”

“No!” Chris cursed inwardly, “The Gag is perfectly fine!” On the Plus Side? The Drug's Effects were definitely wearing off. “I can move my Toes! My Feet too!” Chris realized.

She found out quickly what her Handler meant by “Improvement.” A thick white, well-worn Gym Sock was packed under her Nose and held there by another Scarf. Lorenzen repeated the Procedure three Times. “This one,” she explained casually, as she took the third Sock, “Is from Femke! From her Workout this Morning! It is still wet. Femke has always had such sweaty Feet!”

Chris groaned: The Sock was thick, the Sock was smelly, the Sock was damp.

Finally, the Frisian clapped in her Hands: “That is what I call a proper Gag! Don´t you think?” Chris obviously did see things differently. Her mumbles were only a low hum; Chris hated that she could not see what Lorenzen was doing. The Pressure of the Gag was immense, and something told Chris the Frisian was not yet done.

“Damn it! I hate it when I am right!” The Blonde fumed. A large black Pair of Panties was pulled over her Head, its crotch Panel pressed firmly on her Nose. “Of course they are used!” Chris mused as her Captor wrapped Pass after Pass of translucent Tape over her already gagged Mouth to keep the Hood in Place. This wasn´t the finish, though …

When was Lorenzen done? When Chris´s head was covered by three Stocking Caps and two more Pantyhoods. Breathing was difficult, the Pianist found, and the Assault on her Senses was massive:

The tight, silken Bonds, which were strangely comfortable yet.
The Sensation of the many Layers of Hose, cocooning her Body.
The tight, perfectly placed crotch Scarf.
The buzzing Vibrator.
The immense Pressure on her lower Face.
The Taste of the used Underwear assaulted her Taste Buds.
The Scent of the Pantyhoods, of the Socks tied under her Nose.

Chris had to admit: “This is so arousing!” She could not see what Lorenzen was doing, but something told her the Frisian was still not finished. This was only the Overture, and Lorenzen enjoyed herself very much.

As if on Cue, Lorenzen grabbed her bound Ankles and pulled. Pulled till Chris´s bound and encased Feet rested on the Footboard. Obviously, her Captor tied her Ankles to the Footboard. “Now the finishing Touch!” Lorenzen chuckled.

Chris realized what she was doing. “She ties another Piece of String around my big Toes!” The Blonde felt a sharp Pull. Obviously, her Nemesis tied her Toes back to her Ankle Bonds …. Moving her Feet was now out of the Question ….
Chris had a pretty good Idea where this was going.
And she didn´t like it one Bit ….

Lorenzen looked down at the Mummy lying on her Bed. “You are an incredibly erotic Sight! You are truly a Jewel!” she mused to herself. Loudly she said, “Chrissie, we will have so much Fun together!”

Chris knew it was a pointless Exercise, but she struggled, nevertheless. The Bed creaked ominously. Lorenzen was delighted, “You are really a Piece of Art, Chrissie!” The blonde Woman was tightly tied, massively gagged, and encased in Layers of Nylon, Silk, and Tape.

And yet one had the Feeling she might rip apart her Bonds any Moment. The Frisian watched with barely hidden Amusement as Chris´s Struggles intensified. Then they stopped. Chris breathed heavily.

Lorenzen applauded mockingly, “Quite the Show! If you weren´t tied too tightly, you would probably rip me apart!”

“Of course I would!” Chris fumed, “And I will, when I get out of this! Payment is just put off, B*tch!”

“Now comes the real fun Part!” Lorenzen grinned. “Too bad you cannot see what I am holding in my Hands!” She paused, “But you can hear it!”

Chris heard two soft Clicks and then a buzzing, a buzzing like that of an Electric Toothbrush. “No,” Chris corrected herself, “Two Electric Toothbrushes.” The tall Blonde steeled herself.

She had a pretty good Idea what Lorenzen had planned ….. Chris´s self-discipline and Body Control were perfect: the Result of lifelong Training and Exercise. But she could not control anything: Her bound and encased Toes twitched in Anticipation.

The Frisian watched with Amusement as the Pianist´s five Times encased Toes twitched. Lorenzen had chosen nude hose; she liked to see the blonde´s exquisite purple Nail Polish shimmering through the many Layers of Nylon and the glitter of the golden Toe Rings: two at each Foot.

She knelt and pressed one Toothbrush against Chris´s right Heel and the other one against the left. And moved them slowly in circular Motions. At first, nothing happened …. But as the Vibrator sprang into High Gear and Lorenzen pressed the Toothbrushes more firmly on the smooth Nylon, covering the Pianist´s soft and perfectly pedicured Soles, her iron Self-Control broke ….

Chris knew this was only the beginning, but the Sensations were simply overwhelming: A multipronged Attack on her Senses. Cleverly and deviously. Breathing was already difficult. A fire burned between her Loins.

The Toothbrushes are moving upwards. Lorenzen knows what she is doing. Chris has to give her that. If the Frisian has done her Homework? “She knows that my Feet are my Weakness.” Lorenzen could compare Notes with a certain Canadian.

The Toothbrushes touch the Flesh under her high Arches …. Chris loses it. At the Horizon looms an Orgasm. A great one. A Humdinger …. But it is still away, and Lorenzen knows that. Plays that Game perfectly with the Skill of the experienced Player, like the Professional she is. Prolongs Chris' agony.

And then, out of the sudden, the Vibrator stops buzzing, Lorenzen stops tormenting her feet. Chris draws Breath through the many Layers covering her Nose. Her racing Pulse is slowly returning to normal. Her Soles burn. And her Pussy throbs. Her Body feels betrayed. Deprived of its reward.

Lorenzen smiles down at Chris. “Not so fast, young Lady!” She takes a Remote Control and presses a Button …..

Five Orgasms later:


Chris has lost count of how often Frauke Lorenzen let her cum, or how frequently she had been denied Release. Chris´ Brain is Pudding. Inside her Cocoon, massively gagged, she is driven by one desire only: The next Orgasm. At the Moment, Frauke, that Sigourney Weaver Clone, has stopped tormenting Chris´s feet. The Vibrator has stopped. Greedily, the Blonde draws Breath through her Nose.

Chris does not mind the putrid Aroma of the Pantyhoods covering her Nose or the Stench of the Socks assaulting her Nostrils. With utmost Willpower, she forces her Pulse down. She does not realize that her Host is taping something under her high Arches: Vibrating Eggs.

Lorenzen smiles deviously and walks to a Sideboard and retrieves four Items:

A thick white Cloth.
A brown Glass Bottle.
A large Magic Wand.
A Pair of nasty Nipple Clamps

The Frisian watches as the Blonde slowly recovers. She smiles like a large Predator before it attacks. And yes, Frauke Lorenzen is a Predator. So far, her Prey exceeds her Expectations. Frauke smiles deviously. The Blonde has no Idea what is lying in Store for her tomorrow ….

The Matriarch has spent much Time devising the perfect Predicament for her latest Acquisition. That is what Chris will be. Her latest Acquisition. Even if she does not know it yet.

Frauke looks down at the Nylon Mummy on the Bed.

“What do you think, Chrissie? Ready for another Round? The low, very muffled retort tells her that her Prey is anything but amused. But Lorenzen knows that at this Stage, Chris von der Marwitz craves the next Orgasm. They all do. The Pianist is no Exception. But she is not broken. Yet. The Blonde is like a Stallion. She has to be broken first to reach her full Potential.

Lorenzen hops on the Bed and straddles Chris´ nylon-encased Body. She bows down and cups the Blonde´s nylon-covered Breasts, squeezes them. Plays with her rock-hard Nipples. She takes the first Nipple Clamp.

A hot Pain shoots through Chris´s body as it bites into the sensitive Flesh of her left Nipple. A second sharp Bite. Thanks to the many Layers covering her Face, she cannot see her Tormentor clearly.

But she can smell:

The unmistakable sickly sweet Smell of Chloroform ….

What she cannot see: Lorenzen presses two Buttons on a small remote Control, but she can feel the Effects: The Vibrator springs into high Gear as do the vibrating Eggs taped to her still burning Soles.

Frauke Lorenzen smiles as she bows down and presses the heavily doused Cloth on Chris´s Face. The potent Fumes hit her with the Force of a Sledgehammer. Chris struggles. But to no avail. “Resistance is futile!” The Frisian chuckles.

The Blonde already feels the Effects of the Fumes: The tingling in her Toes and Fingers …. After ten Seconds, Lorenzen takes the Cloth away. Chris is dizzy. And the Eggs taped to her Feet, and the Hammering of the Vibrator feel more intense.

Lorenzen repeats that Game several Times. Each Time she presses the Cloth a little longer against Chris´s nylon- and panty-covered Face.

After the 10th Time: Chris is dizzy. The multipronged Assault on her Senses has tired her out. She barely feels the Vibrating Eggs; the Bite of the Nipple Clamps is a dull Pain only. In fact, Chris welcomes the Chloroform. A Part of her hopes that Lorenzen will go the whole Way the next Time. She is so tired. Rest would be welcome.

Lorenzen smiles:

The Frisian turns around, takes the Hitachi Wand, and rams it between Chris´ Legs against her Crotch …. The Effect is impressive, spectacular even:

Under Lorenzen, the Blonde is bucking like the proverbial Stallion in a Kentucky Derby. The Orgasm is too powerful, Chris´s Body becomes rigid. If she could, she would have pointed her bound Toes. After a low guttural Moan, Chris´s Eyes roll back in her Head, and she blackens out. She is dead to the World.

“Time to go to sleep now, Blondie!” Frauke chuckles, “Tomorrow will be a busy day!” She douses the Cloth again with Chloroform and presses it on Chris´s Face. This Time, it does not take long to send the Pianist into Dreamland…

Lorenzen gets up.
Looks down at the unconscious Blonde.
A smile curling her Lips.
The Frisian takes her Mobile and dials.
The Call is taken:

“Femke, come to my Bedroom, we have to bring our Guest to Bed …..

She looks down at Chris: “You don´t know it yet, but tomorrow we will have so much fun!”

A knock at the Door.

Lorenzen turns: “Enter!”





 

Quite a predicament our heroine finds herself in. What has the evil Frauke Lorenzen in mind for her now? Must admit when i first saw the surname i immediately thought of Spaniard Jorge Lorenzo, 3 times Moto GP World Champion ( plus 2 x 250cc Crowns. ) But of course, he would NEVER act in such a cunning and devious manner!

Dear @Caesar73, what a kick-off to the new adventure. I'm still speechless.

@LunaDog

Jenny_S wrote: 5 days ago Dear @Caesar73, what a kick-off to the new adventure. I'm still speechless.

Then I did something right Writing Chris is always fun. Writing about a Location you have been too. The Cemetery of Saint Clement with its " Speaking Stones" is a Jewel. It is fascinating to imagine the Stories behind those Stones. And the wild austere Landscape of Amrum is marvellous. The Lorenzen Mansion I invented, it is forbidden to build a House in the Dunes. The House, Chris and her Friends chose as Headquarters actually exists. From there you have a fantastic view to the North and to the East. The Island of Föhr is eight Kilometers away. You can walk there at low Water. Not without a Guide though.

Chris is in for an interesting Time. Question is: Will their Plan work? Chris Tendency to leap without looking puts her into Harms Way. But she is not alone. And to get on Anna Romanova´s bad Side is not a good Idea.

Caesar73 wrote: 4 days ago And to get on Anna Romanova´s bad Side is not a good Idea.

I can't argue with that at all!

LunaDog wrote: 3 days ago

Caesar73 wrote: 4 days ago And to get on Anna Romanova´s bad Side is not a good Idea.

I can't argue with that at all!

Thank you dear Friend! I have good news! Chapter 2 shall be up at Monday at the latest

Brilliant and as usual, from you, so much detail, not only regarding what's taking place but the locations too. The clothing and food.

So much effort you always put into these stories, which shows.

Don't read everything you put out, but a Chris centred story was quite the lure, beckoning me in. Likely my favourite of your created characters.

RopeBunny wrote: 23 hours ago Brilliant and as usual, from you, so much detail, not only regarding what's taking place but the locations too. The clothing and food.

So much effort you always put into these stories, which shows.

Don't read everything you put out, but a Chris centred story was quite the lure, beckoning me in. Likely my favourite of your created characters.

Dear @RopeBunny thank you for your most kind Words. Chris will be very pleased to her that she is your favourite Character of Yours. Tomorrow, the second Chapter of Chris´ latest Adventure.

Details matter to me as a Writer. They add Colour so to speak, the Painter´s Brush and fuel the Reader´s Immagination.

The Inspiration for this Story was born during a Vacation of Amrum a few Weeks ago. The Lorenzen-Mansion is a Creation of my Mind, but there are Houses like this on the Island. The Cemetery of St. Clemens with its Speaking Stones is a fascinating Place. Those Stones tell the Story of a Life. I do love this Island, this wild Landscape and its austere Beauty.

In the next Chapter you will learn something more about the Island, while Chris is fighting a Battle and following the Plan.

The next Chapters will tell, if it will work as planned.

I want to thank you and all other Contributors and Readers who take time to read and to comment, @LunaDog and @Jenny_S for instance.

Caesar73 wrote: 9 hours ago I want to thank you and all other Contributors and Readers who take time to read and to comment, @LunaDog and @Jenny_S for instance.

There's a rather simple reason as to why i'm willing to spend time and effort to read your stories, Sir. They are truly EXCELLENT!

Dear @Caesar73, thank you for the shoutout. Your stories are not just entertaining, they are an inspiration.

@GreyLord @Bandit666 @banshee @Beaumains @Bigballgag1 @Trammel @wolfman @mrjones2009 @slackywacky @Nainur @TightsBound @Pantyhose971 @TayDay95 @NotSeen @Fandango @LunaDog @Argentum @h6hlh6h @algebrauk @RopeBunny @RopeBunny @Jenny_S





A Room in the Cellars:



It is the bright Light that wakes Chris up. She keeps her Eyes closed, listens to her Body. The Blonde feels surprisingly relaxed and well rested. The last evening is a Blur, but she remembers enough to know what happened after she came to her Senses, after Lorenzen drugged her. It had been the Hell of a Ride. Chris Body remembers: She feels tender down South, her Soles tingle. And her Bladder tells her she needs the Loo.

Chris opens her Eyes. She lies on a Bed. The Mattress is comfortable. She pulls the Covers aside. She wants to do it. But she can´t, her Hands are shackled before her Body. Shimmering, polished Cuffs. Well-padded. Heavy Duty. Her Ankles are cuffed as well. Chris manages to get the Covers aside and looks down:

Somebody, she suspects, Frauke or Femke, has dressed her in Pink PJs and put on thick pink Socks. Chris sits up and swings her Legs on the Floor. She feels Carpet under her socked Feet. For a Moment, she sits there and takes in her Surroundings. The Room is quadratic. Every Side four Meters, Chris estimates.

On one side, a steel Door, a heavy one. No Lock. No Handle. The Brick Walls are painted White. A Table, two Chairs, and a wooden Cupboard. On the West Side, another Door. Chris suspects it leads to the Bathroom.

Only now she registers a prickling around her Neck. The Blonde touches her Throat with both Hands and feels Steel, a broad Collar. Chris harbours now Illusions: She is pretty sure this is a Shock Collar.

The Blonde gets up and shuffles to the Door on the Western Side. She presses down the Handle and steps over the Threshold. The Bathroom is a no-nonsense Affair: White Tiles, a Shower Cabin, a Mirror, a Sink, a Toilet, and a Cupboard with Toiletries. Chris inspects its Contents:

Lorenzen seems to be very well informed, too well: The Toiletries are the same ones Chris uses at Home…

On a small Metal Table, she spots a fresh Pair of Panties, “small Favours.” Chris smiles, no Bra, but a Key. The Camera is well placed, but easy to spot for the trained Eye. Chris looks up and stares directly into the Camera. It is recording: She notices the red Light.

A small Smile curls her Lips. “Enjoy the View!”

Her Bladder reminds her that Chris has something urgent to do. She shuffles to the Loo. To pull down her PJs, her Panties is cumbersome. “I don´t mind if you are watching Lorenzen, I hope you enjoy the View.”

The Relief is glorious.

Chris shuffles to the Table and fumbles with the Key. She needs some Time to unlock the Shackles. The Deed done, she walks back into the Cell. She smells scrambled Eggs, Tea …. “Breakfast!” The Table is laid. She shakes her Head in disbelief. She had not heard a Thing while she was in the Bathroom. The Door, the Room was obviously soundproof.

Chris looks at the Table. What she sees looks good. “And I am hungry,” she realizes. “I must conserve my Strength.” The Blonde decides. Chris is surprised that her Host has not contacted her yet. “She is watching, though, and gloating.” The Pianist is sure. “I cannot do anything else so that I will enjoy the offered Breakfast.” The scrambled Eggs were perfect, the Frisian Tea exactly right.

Finally, Chris took her last Cup of Tea and looked up at the Camera in the left Corner of the Door. “Frauke, the Breakfast was delicious, and what now?” Chris smiled, her Tone was light.

She waits. The Pianist was sure her Host could not resist the Challenge…

Seconds tick by.

“Good Morning, Chrissie!” Lorenzen´s Voice fills the Room. “You look so peaceful when you sleep!” The Matriarch chuckles. “We had so much Fun together. You are really a Gag-Slut!” Chris hears the Delight in the other Woman´s Voice. “Let me show you something, look at the TV!” To her Shame, Chris has not registered the massive rectangular Screen on the Southern Side of her Cell.

The Screen springs to Life! And Chris sees herself. A nylon Mummy straddled by Lorenzen. Against her Will, she stares mesmerized at the Screen. Frauke rams the Hitachi Wand between her Legs. Chris wants to look away, but can´t.

She watches herself being hit by the gigantic Orgasm, how she strains against her Cocoon, her Bonds. How her Body becomes limb as she blackens out. Lorenzen presses a chloroform-doused Cloth on her Face. She does not remember that.

The Screen freezes.

Chris´ stoic Mask must have slipped for a Second: “Don´t look so glum! I seldom had so much fun!” Lorenzen turned serious: “You shower and freshen up. When you are presentable, you will find the fitting Garments for your Tasks this Morning here in the Room! Hurry up! You have thirty Minutes in the Bathroom!”

The Intercom falls silent.

Chris still stares at the Screen. Finally, she snaps out of it, “Get a Grip!” The Blonde admonishes herself. As she closes the Bathroom Door behind her, she notices the audible Click. Chris is locked in.

She undresses and steps into the Shower. Chris knows that Lorenzen is watching her but does not care. She turns the Water on. Maximum Heat, and soon the Cabin is filled with hot Steam.

Chris presses her Palms against the Tiles, closes her Eyes, and enjoys the hot Water drumming on her Back. She concentrates, breathes in deeply the hot Steam. Chris focuses. So far, the Plan worked: Lorenzen has taken the Bait. Hook, Line, and Sinker. But it is the proverbial Dance on the Razor Blade.

Clad in a Pink Dressing Gown, Chris steps out of the Bathroom. She looks at the Bed and mutters a Curse in Japanese.

“She likes it!” Femke chuckles, “She does!” Lorenzen smiles. They watch the Show from the Control Room. An evil Smile curls the Frisians' full Lips. “Time to give our Guest some Incentive!” She presses a Button on the Control Board. The Result is impressive:

The electric Shock is not extreme, but intense enough to make the Pianist jump. Her Hands grab the Collar.

“Don´t tarry along Chrissie-Slut!” Lorenzen speaks into the Microphone. Chris turns and glares into the Camera but turns on her bare Heels and walks to the Bed to inspect her “Uniform.”

“You are kidding me!” Chris thinks. On the Bed lies a French-Maiden-Uniform and some other Accessories: Underwear, Garter Belt, Stockings, a Pair of black Aquazura Platform Sandals, Shackles, a Panel Gag, and three Pairs of Panties.

One Chris recognizes. It is the red one she wore yesterday Evening. One is black, and the third is green. “Three used Panties.” Chris muses, “You don´t have to be a Genius to figure out what they are for!”

With an almost slow, lazy Movement, she let the Gown glide to the Floor and pulls the Pink Panties down. Chris steps out of them, bows down, takes the Garment, and turns to the Camera and smiles:

Lorenzen wants a Show? She will get one! Chris balls the Panties up and stuffs them slowly in her Mouth. She winks at the Camera and walks to the Bed and takes the first Item: A Pair of Black Panties.

They look like an ordinary Pair of lacy black full-back Panties. They aren´t, Chris discovers as she picks them up: inside are two thick black Dildos. Slowly, the Blonde turns to the Camera and smiles as she pulls the Garment up her long Legs.

She winces inwardly as the two Intruders enter her Vagina and her Anus, but her Face betrays nothing. Chris waves to the Camera and saunters back to the Bed.

Lorenzen is impressed and feels the Heat in her Loins rising, as the Pianist walks back to the Bed, Hips swaying.

“She has a Butt to die for!” The Matriarch sighs, “And her Butt will be mine!” The Frisian chuckles, “She does not know it yet!” “They never do, Boss!” Femke chuckles. “Watch! She takes the Bra!”

Chris turns around to the Camera again. She presents her full Bossom to the Lens. Of course, this Bra is no ordinary Bra, too. Not only is it too small, but it has Dozens of small Knobs which press into her soft Flesh as she closes the Clasps behind her back.

But the Blonde smiles at the Camera and cups her Breasts, massages them. Moans into her stuffed Mouth. She turns around, walks to the Bed, and takes the Garter Belt and presents it to the Camera, all Smiles.

Lorenzen and Femke stare, mesmerized, at the Screen as Chris puts on the Garter Belt in a tantalizingly slow Movement. The Spectators watch as the Pianist saunters again back to the Bed and takes the black Nylon Stockings.


She sits down on a Chair.

Chris cannot deny that this is Fun. “Teasing my Audience!” When she is done, the shimmering black transparent Nylon graces her long, muscular Legs. The Blonde leans back and presents her nyloned Soles to the Camera, wiggling her Toes sensually. She blows a Kiss into the Camera.

“You Vixen!” Frauke Lorenzen sighs and touches herself.

Finally, all that is left on the Bed are the Platform Sandals and the Restraints. Chris takes the Heels and saunters on her nyloned Soles to the Chair. Smiling coyly, she presents the Shoes to the Camera before sitting down and putting them on. “Of course, no normal Heels either,” she thinks to herself. “That fits. The Skirt, the Blouse? All a little too small …” The Sandals are no different: Their inside is covered with Dozens of small Knobs, similar to her Bra.

Her Face betrays nothing as she stands and makes a Pirouette on her Heels. The Knobs press into the soft Flesh of her Soles, and Chris suspects that is not their only Purpose. Like a Model doing the Catwalk, she turns and walks back to the Bed.

“No,” Lorenzen corrects herself, “She does not walk. She glides!” The Frisian is giddy with Anticipation as she thinks about what she will do today with and to her Price Trophy! Frauke sighs and watches.

Loudly she says, “I could watch her all Day!” Femke grins. She knows her Boss, “Will you let her have me?” Lorenzen does not miss a beat: “Of course not! She is mine.”

The Matriarch does not raise her Voice, but Femke knows her Place: She is allowed to watch, but not to sample the Goods. Chris von der Marwitz is the personal Property of the Boss. Femke suppresses a Smile. That does not rule out the occasional Touch or Slap on that magnificent Butt! The Opportunity would present itself soon!

Chris hides her Disgust as she inspects the remaining Items on the Bed: The used Panties, the Gag, the Shackles… thankfully, the pink Panties already in her Mouth are a minor Affair. The three on the Bed are more substantial. “But I have to pull through,” the Blonde knows.

She takes the red one, turns to the Camera, smiles, and stuffs the Garment in her left Cheek. The Pianist does the same with the black one. To press the blue Pair in the remaining Space in the Centre costs some Effort. Chris´s Jaws stand ajar now.

Lorenzen is delighted. She expects that the Pianist hesitates in applying the Harness-Panel Gag with its substantial red Ball, three Inches in Fact. But her new Pet surprises her. Chris turns to the Camera, smiles around the Packing in her Mouth, and presses the large Ball in her Mouth. It takes the Blonde some Effort, but finally the Deed is done.

Frauke wonders if the Pianist will try to cheat and not make the Straps tight—another Surprise: The Blonde pulls each Strap of the Harness tight and buckles it. Her Face now has the typical Gag-Look, oddly prolonged, and Cheeks bulging. Her Eyes are wide.

Chris breathes heavily as she adjusts to the massive Gag. Lorenzen´s Voice cut into the Silence, “Well done, Chrissie Slut! You are genuinely a Gag-Slut! Shackle your Ankles now, turn your Back to the Door, and cross your Hands behind your back when you have done that! Femke will complete your Bondage then!”

Chris complies. She applies the Shackles, shuffles in the Centre of the Room, and does as ordered. Now she has to wait. “Why did she not order me to shackle my Wrists?” Chris wonders.

As she applied the heavily padded Harness-Panel-Gag, she noticed that it had a Screw-Thread in its Centre on the outside, and she wondered about its Purpose. She shifts slightly from the left Foot to the right. The Heels already are uncomfortable ….
The Opening of the Door interrupts her Musings: Femke!

“Don´t move and no Stunts, Blondie!” her Handler admonishes. Chris gets a nasty Electroshock. She suppresses a Curse. “Cruel B*tch!” she curses inwardly. The Pianist feels Femke´s presence directly behind her now.

Femke is so near that Chris can smell her Perfume: Dior´s Eau de Sauvage. Casually, Lorenzen´s right-hand woman pinches her left Butt-Cheek. Chris resists the Movement to step on her Toes with her right sandaled Foot. “My Time will come!” She tells herself and endures.

“Fists!” Femke commands. Chris complies. Femke makes the heavily padded Mittens very tight. Next, the Blonde feels Leather gliding up her Arms, squeezing them together. Femke works quickly and efficiently.

“The B*tch could work in any House of Pain.” Chris mused sarcastically as the Frisian pulled the Straps tight. When she was done, the Blonde´s Arms were fused together, Elbows and Wrists squashed together.

Frauke Lorenzen smiles as she watches the Show from the Control Room. The shiny black leather Armbinder makes Chris´s Breasts even more prominent. And the Bra´s Knobs press even more in the sensitive Flesh of her Breasts.

Her lifelong Training in “that Ninja-Stuff” as Kriminalrätin Birte Ricciarelli from Europol had dubbed her Abilities, she had honed under the Direction of her Sensei since she was six Years old, allowed her to ignore Pain. To embrace it. Become one with it.

Almost casually, Femke cups her Breasts, as she tests the Armbinders' Tightness. “Move Chrissie Slut!” The brown-haired Woman slaps Chris on her Butt. Hard. Chris growls angrily in her Gag. She turns on her Heels and shuffles forward.

Femke “encourages” her with a Cattle Prod. “Ouch!” Chris seethes with Anger as the Frisian jabs her again. A long Corridor later, up some cumbersome Stairs, another Corridor on the first Floor, they enter a large Room. “This must be the Library,” Chris deduces. Three Walls are covered with polished wooden Bookshelves, and large Windows on the east Side. Chris does not know it, but the Shelves are made of Mahogany. Frauke's famous Ancestor brought it to Amrum on one of his Journeys.

On a comfortable Armchair sits a smiling Frauke Lorenzen. She looks like the Epitome of the Gentry. Gleaming brown riding Boots, beige Jodhpurs, a moss-green Turtleneck. A Tweet Jacket. “Custom-made,” Chris suspects. She knows the Brand: Harris Tweed. In fact, she owns several Jackets herself.

In her right Hand, the Matriarch is holding a riding Crop. Elegantly, she rises. “So glad you made it, Chris!” She strides nearer and inspects Chris like a General her Troops. The Tip of the Crop touches the Blonde's Decolletage. Lorenzen walks around Chris. Her Inspection completed, the Matriarch faces her “Guest” again.

“You do really look the Part of the Victorian French Maid!” She chuckles. “Housemaids do have Chores to do. As you see, there are all these Shelves, they haven´t been properly cleaned in Ages.”

Obviously, the Frisian waited for a Reaction. She got none. Chris stared back. Lorenzen is intrigued: She cannot read the blonde Pianist. That will change, Frauke is sure. She will read the Pianist as her own Diary.

Lorenzen smiles:

“You wonder probably how you shall dust the Shelves, without the Use of your Hands.” Frauke chuckles, “Quite simple, actually. We need to modify your Gag a bit. Femke, if you please!”

“Of course, Boss!” Lorenzen´s Assistant steps nearer. In her left Hand, she holds a Feather Duster. Suddenly, Chris has an Idea of where this was going… “The Screw-Thread!” Femke fastens the Duster to the Captive´s Gag. Task completed, she steps back.

“Listen, Chrissie Darling!” Lorenzen smiles. “You will clean every Shelf on the Western Side from Top to Bottom. The Ladder will automatically move to the next Shelf when you have finished one.” Frauke grins mischievously. “You will get some Incentive now and then, and when you are down, you will get a Reward! You will see!”

Lorenzen looks at her expensive Cartier Watch. “It is 9:00 AM now. At 12:00 PM, it is Lunchtime. I suggest you finish the Task by then!” The Frisian turns on her Heels and leaves, accompanied by Femke.

The Door closes with a soft Click.

Chris looks around and sighs. Her Jaws hurt already, her Feet too. The Blonde has no intention of finding out what happens if she does not do the Job. She shuffles forward, minding her Step. Chris stops before the Ladder and looks up. Carefully, she navigates the first Step.

Getting to the Top of the Ladder is a Challenge without the Use of her Arms. The Blonde focuses. “One Step at the Time … I won´t give Lorenzen the Satisfaction to tumble down the Ladder!” The Platform Sandals make the Task even more difficult. Suddenly, the Knobs under her nyloned Soles begin to pulsate, to vibrate ….”I will not give in!” Chris promises herself and soldiers on. She manages another Stair.


Amrum: Norddorf, The Castle, at the same Time:


Anna, Sophie, and Merit have convened in the Living Room, where Sybil has installed her Computers. “The Castle” is perfect for their Purposes. Situated outside Norddorf on a small Knoll in the Eastern Marshes, it is far away from any human Habitation.

Sybils' Hands fly over the Keyboard in dizzying Speed. “Does the Transmitter work, Sybil!” Anna´s Impatience is showing. The Russian is famous and feared for her volcanic Temper. To get on Anna Alexandrovna Romanova´s bad Side is a terrible Idea. To get into the Crosshairs of her Sniper Rifle.

Sophie Reichenbach smiles. “Did Lorenzen know you had her in the Crosshairs, as she and Chris walked the Beach?” “Of course not.” The Violinist grinned.

“It was pretty windy and fresh, but I had a clean shot.” “Fresh, Mistress?” Merit raised her Eyebrows. “It was freezing cold! My Feet still are cold!” Anna chuckles, “Cold? Siberia is cold, actually, it was quite warm yesterday!”

The young Egyptian shuddered. Sophie smiled. She had noticed the young Noblewoman wore four Pairs of woollen Socks this Morning.

“Back to Business!” Anna gets serious again. “Sybil?” Art. Inc.´s IT-Genius suppresses a Smile. “The Transmitter does work.” The Brunette chuckles, “By the Readings, Chris had definitely an enjoyable Evening. Very enjoyable.” Sybil smirks coyly, “She has some Fun right now!” She points at the Screen.

Anna nods, “Right.” For a Moment, the Russian seemed lost in Thought. Sophie smiles warmly. The Violinist does care deeply for Chris. “We will continue as planned then.” The Russian concludes. Sophie and I will keep the Lorenzen Estate under Surveillance. Sybil, you will try to finish your Task.” “On it,” The Brunette smiled. “Merit.” Now Anna smiled mischievously, You will do your Best to get warm again!” She paused for a Second. “We will do a thorough warm-up in the Evening!”


Lorenzen-Mansion: Late Midmorning, Library:


Chris tries to get her Breathing under Control. Orgasm had hit her when she carefully maneuvered the Ladder´s Steps down. Chris had just cleaned the fourth of five shelves; she was tasked with dusting.

It has been tedious Work. To get the Handle of how to use the Feather Duster, strapped to her Gag. And not to fall off the Ladder with her Arms strapped behind her back.

And there had been the Distractions: The vibrating Knobs under her Soles, the Dildos, the occasional Electroshocks. Each Time she has cleaned one Shelf, she is rewarded with an Orgasm. The last one has been the most powerful.

“My Feet are killing me, my Pussy throbs, my Arms are numb, and my Jaw hurts like hell.” Chris´s Breathing returns slowly to normal. She knows Lorenzen is watching her every Move. “Probably she is about to cum in her Panties right now.” Chris snorts into her Gag. She straightens herself. “I will not give that old Hag the Satisfaction, she wins!” The Blonde faces the Fifth Shelf. “Right! Get on with it!”

In the Controlroom:

Frauke Lorenzen is impressed: The Pianist´s Stamina is extraordinary. Her Body Control is remarkable. A few Times she has barely avoided falling down the Ladder. And Lorenzen has enjoyed the View: Close Ups of Chris´ Butt, her long, hosed Legs.

They are perfectly sculpted. One Camera allows a View of Chris´s Face and her full Bossom. 4 K Solution. Those Emerald Green Eyes. Those Emeralds of Ice. Frauke sees much there, but especially one Thing that commands her Respect: The Iron Will, the grim Determination. Yes, Chris von der Marwitz is a Jewel. “And she belongs to me!” Lorenzen sighs contentedly and watches as Chris climbs the Ladder again. Determined. Resolved.

Frauke focuses on Chris´s Butt and zooms in:

The Camera glides down. The muscular Thighs, the perfectly sculpted Calves. The Platform Sandals on those strong, perfect Feet. Yes, Chris von der Marwitz will be the Crown Jewel in her Collection. Of course, this Jewel will need polishing.

“And the best Thing?” Lorenzen smiles, “You do not know it, Chris. But the Life you knew is over. Levke Knudsen was a Disappointment. You won´t disappoint me! I will take care of that. Taming you will be a pleasure!”

Time to give the Jewel some incentive! She typed a Command. And watched: The Pianist stands at the Top of the Ladder, dusting the top Shelf as the electric Shock hits her. Lorenzen sees that her Body gets rigid. But she does not lose her Footing.

Chris curses inwardly, “That B*tch! I almost tumbled down that Ladder! Lorenzen, I will kill you!” She focuses on her Task. Knowing she will get back at her Tormentor helps her soldier on. She won´t give Lorenzen the satisfaction of caving in just now! Not now! Never!


Outside Lorenzen Mansion in the Dunes:


Anna and Sophie had taken Position on the Crest of a Dune, across the Cove, where Lorenzen-Mansion lay. The Lyme Grass was providing Cover. All is quiet: On the Ground, a sharp Breeze from the Northeast. Sand is in the Air. Sophie feels the Particles on her Skin. “I get a Peeling free of Charge!” The Lawyer smiles.

Anna was undisturbed by the Climate. Sophie herself? She preferred the Sunlight of Tuscany, not the sharp, cold Wind of the North Sea. “I am the Daughter of my Mother,” the Lawyer smiled. Sophie´s Mother was Italian from Firenze. She and her Father had met in Rome, where her Father had studied Canon Law at the Gregoriana.

Now the lay in the Sand on a Dune on a North Frisian Island. Sophie peers through her Binoculars. She knew Anna is doing the same. All is quiet on the Grounds. They had spotted a tall brown brown-haired Woman leaving the House, emptying the Trash into the Bins.

Anna is tense. Sophie knows. The Russian had had her Objections to the Plan but had agreed grudgingly. Sophie remembered an Argument between Chris and Anna. “You are putting yourself at Risk!” The Russian had argued hotly, “The Risk is acceptable.” The Pianist had replied calmly. “And I know you are there. That is all I need to know.”

Sophie remembered Anna´s Silence. “Fine,” The Russian conceded finally. “But I will kick your Ass if this goes south!”

Chris had smiled, “It won´t.”

Sophie wondered how Chris was doing …



Inside Lorenzen-Mansion: 12:00 AM:

Frauke Lorenzen was having Dinner: Scholle “Finkenwerder Art” or in English: North Sea plaice with fried bacon bits, boiled potatoes, and cucumber salad. The Fish is local, as are the Potatoes and the Cucumbers. With it goes a fine white Wine, a dry Silvaner from the South-West Palatinate. The Matriarch bought her Wine from a local Vinery there.

“The Fish is perfect! You should try it, Chris!” The Pianist does not respond, “Uups.” Lorenzen chuckles, “I forgot you are still gagged!” She grins, “But don´t worry. When I am done, Femke will feed you.” Chris keeps her Face neutral. “And since I am in a gracious Mood? You will get some Wine too!” Frauke adds graciously.

Chris´s Face betrays nothing. The Frisian cannot read the Pianist. Her classic Features look like a Statue of Phidias, the legendary Greek Sculptor. Beautiful and cold like Marble.

Lorenzen cannot know that, but Chris has secluded herself. To her Sanctuary: Himeji Castle.

Where Frauke Lorenzen cannot hurt her. Chris needs that now. A Pause. Some Rest. Some physical and emotional Rest. Her Feet hurt like hell. The Blonde does not feel her Arms anymore for quite some Time. And her Jaws are very sore. Stiff and almost numb. “Embrace the Pain!” Her Sensei has taught her. She does.

Chris remembers:

She completed her Chores. Dusted the Shelve. All of them. Femke had led her down to the Living Room and had strapped her Legs together. Pulled the Straps tight. Around her Shins. Under her Knees and above.

Even one around her Insteps, pressing her Soles against the devilish Kobs and fusing the Platform Sandals to her Feet. Lorenzen´s Henchwoman had used the Opportunity freely. Cupped Chris´s Breasts, pinched and slapped her Butt. And her Mistress had not only allowed it. Lorenzen had enjoyed the View. But Chris had resisted giving her the Satisfaction of caving in. “You are Samurai Christine Sama,” her Sensei had told her.

Femke had groped her as she had fastened the Tray. On it? A Bottle of Wine. Chris sways slightly on her High Heels. Her Feet feel numb. The Blonde wiggles her Toes. She tries at least. She is not certain, but her Big Toes have turned Purple. Chris has lost Feeling in her Arms long ago, too. Her Jaws feel like Stone. Hard. The brutal Gag compresses her Jaws. Hold them in a vice-like Grip.

Chris´s Stomach growls audibly, and the Blonde blushes. Lorenzen is amused. “I understand you are hungry. And don´t worry, you will not have to wait for long.” The Frisian chuckles, “Well, and maybe my Pet, there is a reward for you. Femke told me you did a good job. Your dusting was almost perfect. But I am in a gracious mood! What do you say?”

Chris says nothing. Not that she could have done anything more than mumbling in her Gag. But Chris knows when to pick a fight and when not. So, she bows slightly, even if her Warrior Soul screams not to do so. When does she fight Lorenzen? “It will be on a Ground of my choosing. And my alone.”

Lorenzen senses her internal Fight. And is delighted. The Frisian chuckles, “Why don´t you bow a little deeper, Chrissie?” Chris bows deeper, even if anything inside her is telling her not to. And somehow, later, she could not tell how she did it, the Bottle stayed on the Tray.

Frauke enjoys this Gesture of Humility. She thinks she is nearer one Step to her Goal. Breaking in the Stallion that is Chris. But is she?

Lorenzen lays Fork and Knife aside.

“Femke,” She orders with a Smile: “Why don´t you help this most diligent Maid to get off her Feet and grab a bite?”

“Of course, Mistress.” Femke nods curtly. The Frisian Woman removes the Bottle and the Tray, not without touching Chris´s Breasts. “Hop to it!” She slaps Chris on her Butt. The Blonde growls angrily but hops to the Chair opposite Lorenzen. Every Hop presses her nyloned Feet fully on the Knobs inside the devious Platform Sandals.

Finally, Chris sits and sighs inwardly in Relief. But Femke is not done yet. She takes several broad, padded leather straps. Number one above her Breast, Number two below. The third Strap around her Waist, the fourth one across her Lap.

Lorenzen watches the Pianist: The tall Blonde keeps her Face neutral. The Frisian is fascinated: She knows few People who can hide their Feelings, their Emotions so well. “That must be her Training in the Secret Arts.” Frauke Lorenzen has done her Homework.

She knows that the Pianist grew up in Japan and studied Martial Arts and Eastern Philosophy. Lorenzen knows that the Pianist possesses two immensely valuable Katanas. Both Blades are many Centuries old, forged by a Legend among the ancient Swordsmiths: Sengo Murasama.

Rumour has it that the Blonde is a Grand Mistress with the Sword. Frauke watches as Femke unbuckles the Straps of the Panel Gag.

Chris suppresses a Sigh of Relief as the immense Pressure of the Gag holding her lower Face in its vice-like Grip lessens. Lorenzen´s Henchwoman bides her Time. Finally, she pulls the large Ball out of Chris´s mouth.

Not very gentle. The Pain is excruciating, but her Upbringing forbids that the Blonde displays the slightest Emotion at all. She is Samurai and her Sensei would not expect any less of her: “Never let your Enemy see your Weakness!”

Femke pulls the first of four Panties out of her Mouth: the second and the third. Chris closes her Jaws. The Snap is audible and feels eerily loud. She feels Lorenzen´s Gaze resting on her Breasts, her Face. The Blonde licks her dry Lips.

Chris looks Lorenzen straight in the Eye. She sees Amusement there. And something more: Longing, Greed, Malice.

“Nobody will possess me. Never!” Chris knows.

“Our Guest must be thirsty!” Lorenzen chuckles, “Some Water for the Lady!” “Of course!” Femke nods curtly.

Chris cannot deny it: The cool, fresh Water is most welcome. Her Lips are parched and dry like the Sun in the Desert. Her Throat, too. Femke is surprisingly gentle as she holds the Glass against her Lips. “Revenge will be sweet!” Chris muses as she allows the Frisian to feed her, not that she could have done anything else. It cost her a lot of self-control not to struggle, to resist. Now was not the Time.

“Your time will come!” Chris told herself. Her Eyes locked with Lorenzen´s Eyes. She is surprised that the Frisian breaks Eye Contact first.

Frauke Lorenzen wants to kick herself. Chris von der Marwitz is restrained and helpless, yet she is not broken. Those Emerald Pools of Ice tell Frauke a lot. And for the very first Time, the Frisian feels the Power the Blonde radiates, even if she is helpless right now.

Chris allows Femke to feed her. The Fish is perfect. And the white Wine goes perfectly with it. Chris cannot help herself: Her Stomach growls audibly. The Frisian enjoys this. That much is sure, Chris knows. And vows in this Moment to kick Femke´s Ass to Hell and back again. But she keeps her Temper in check. Femke will pay. Lorenzen´s Henchwoman does not know it yet, but she is living on borrowed Time.

“I will not kill her.” Chris thinks, “But I will make her rue the Day she treated me this way.

Lorenzen sees the fleeting Shadow crossing Chris´s Face and is delighted; the Pianist is humiliated. Femke is excellent in these Games. The Matriarch takes another Sip of her white Wine and watches as Femke feeds the Pianist.

Frauke is once again impressed by how the Blonde keeps her Feelings and Emotions under Lock and Key. Her Features are inscrutable. “Yes,” Lorenzen thinks, “To explore the boundaries of this Self Control will be a Project I will enjoy very much.

Femke is finished feeding the Maid. She wipes Chris´s Lips with a Napkin. Lorenzen smiles. “Femke, I think, our Guest has earned herself a reward,” She chuckles and looks the Pianist straight in the Eye. “I think your poor Feet must hurt very much! What do you think about a Foot Massage?”

Chris curses inwardly. A Foot Massage would be most welcome. But she doubts that Lorenzen´s “Reward” is entirely honest: “I do trust Lorenzen as far as I can throw her! But I cannot hinder her, except for kicking Lorenzen in the Face, with her Feet. But that will get me nothing. So, I will play along!” Chris nods, “Thank you, Frauke! I would like a Foot Massage, which would be perfect!”

Her Host smiles, “I knew you would see Sense!” Lorenzen turns to her Personal Assistant. “You know what to do, Femke!” The other Frisian nods, “I will!” and rises. “My dear Chris, you don´t look so happy!” Lorenzen chuckles. “I am sorry I disappoint you!” the Blonde smiles back. “I am a Shield Maiden, and my touch is not gentle!”

“We will see about that!” Frauke smiles, “Believe me, I am perfect at Foot Massages!” Chris hears Femke returning. She cannot see her, but she has a specific Idea of what to expect:

That Femke presses a thick, smelly Wad in her Mouth is no Surprise. Chris thinks it is a Sock. A large one. A well-worn one. She does not resist but looks Frauke Lorenzen straight in the Eye. Femke tapes her Mouth shut with Pass after Pass of translucent Tape. Every single one is tighter than the last.


Lorenzen smiles, enjoying the Scene, Chris´s Impotence.

When Femke is done, she steps back. Lorenzen rises and walks up to Chris. To Chris Surprise, she kneels and takes Chris's bound Ankles in her Lap. She caresses the Blonde´s high Arches. Her Fingers feel like hot Coal on Chris´s feet.

Gently, Lorenzen removes the Rope Bands fastening the Sandals to Chris´s Feet. Very gently, she unbuckles the high Platform Sandals and pulls them off the Pianist´s Feet.

Chris cannot help herself and hates herself for that: She sighs contentedly and flexes her Toes. “You do enjoy this!” Frauke chuckles, “Do you?” “Bitch, that is a rhetorical Question!” Chris fumes, keeping her face neutral and nodding.

“I am enjoying getting rid of those Heels!” Chris curses.

Frauke gently let her Fingers glide across the warm, slightly sweaty nyloned Soles. Pressing specific Points and feeling up the Knots in Chris´s Soles: She seems to know all the right Spots: Chris´s fleshy Balls, for Example, the Spot next to her Big Toe. Or under her high Arches:

The Blonde cannot help herself, but growing so softly, closing her Eyes and just enjoying the Touch of Lorenzen´s Fingers. “She is good at Foot Massages.” Chris has to admit and enjoys the Feeling. The many Hours on those Heels had been a Challenge.

And not that she would admit it: There is Arousal in the Air: As Lorenzen kneads Chris´s Heels with her Thumbs. Chris cannot suppress a Moan. “You are really a Slut!” Lorenzen chuckles, and her Fingers glide across the black Nylon upward: Under the Arches, the Balls.

As her Captor presses simultaneously two Fingers between the Big Toes and their Neighbours, it feels like an Electroshock, from Chris´ Toes right to her Brain. “What do you think, Chrissie Slut?” Frauke chuckles, “I dare you! I can bring you to Orgasm, just by touching these strong, beautiful Feet!” With each Word, she presses firmly on specific Points on Chris´s Soles.

Chris knows there is no stopping now. Her Body takes Control, and the Blonde allows it. Now the Coup de Grace: The Frisian bows down and takes Chris´ big Toes in her Mouth. Sucks at them. And out of the sudden, she bites. The Pain sends the Blonde over the Threshold.

Delighted Lorenzen watches as Chris points her Toes, her Body becomes rigid, her Eyes roll back in her Head. “My my, you are really vocal!” Frauke chuckles. The Blonde does not care.

She does not realize what the Frisian is doing: The brown-haired Woman ties Chris´ Big Toes together with a Piece of white String, which contrasts nicely with the black Nylon of her Stockings. The Matriarch exchanges a Look with Femke and nods.

Time for another Round. Frauke Lorenzen smiles. The Pianist has no Idea what lies in Store for her next and in the Afternoon.

Femke returns with a Tablet, on it a Selection of Tools …. Her Boss nods curtly, and her Personal Assistant goes to fetch two other Items …

Chris´ Pulse returns slowly to normal, and her clouded Eyes clear. The Blonde fixates on the Frisian. The Pianist looks at the Tray and back to Lorenzen. “What shall I use first, Chrissie?”
The brown-haired Woman chuckles. “The coarse Brush? The Taser? Or the Wartenberg Wheels? Or a Bamboo Cane?”

Chris Face betrays nothing; she just stared back. Her Features are an inscrutable Mask. “B*tch!” fumes inwardly, “You know exactly what you will do!” “Let´s start with the Wartenberg Wheels!” Lorenzen grins deviously as she takes the two Instruments.

She presses them on Chris´s Heels. Firmly. Moves them upwards slowly. Very slow. Which makes the Sensation of the Wheels even more intense. It sends Shudders up Chris´s Spine in Waves.

Lorenzen takes her Time as she presses the Instruments firmly against the soft Flesh of Chris´s fleshy Balls. From rich Experience, the Blonde knows that the smooth Nylon makes the Sensation even more intense.

Femke´s Attack comes out of the Blue. With an iron Grip, she presses a heavily doused Cloth on Chris´s face. Bound as she is, fixated on the Chair, her Options are limited. She has already inhaled a healthy Dose of the soporific Fumes and feels the Effects. Chris knows she has a high Tolerance, but she feels a slight Tingling in her Toes and Fingers.

Lorenzen smiles in cruel Delight. And puts the Wheels away. Instead, she takes to coarse Brushes. The Chloroform makes the tickling Sensation even more intense as the Frisian moves the Brushes in circular Motions across Chris´s nylon-covered Balls.

Chris knows at some Point she will have to breathe. Her Heart is hammering in her Chest, to her Surprise. Femke takes the Cloth off her Face. Greedily, Chris sucks Air through her Nose. She has to giggle into her Gag, as the devilish Brush does its Magic. Her Respite is short. Again, Femke presses the Cloth on her Face, longer this Time.

Chris laughs in her Gag and inhales more Chloroform, as Lorenzen scrubs her fleshy Balls. She feels already dizzy. And the damned Brushes. Soon, she is breathless again and has to catch her breath. It is a devilish Game Lorenzen and Jacobsen are playing.

Chris´s Field of Vision starts to narrow… Lorenzen enjoys herself very much. And goes to Town, then on her most sensitive Spots. The soft, sensitive Tissue between Chris´s Toes. The Sensation hit her fully. She has to breathe ….

The Game goes on for several more Minutes.
Finally, Chris's Eyes role back in her Head.
She falls into the deep Abyss.
Femke presses the Cloth a good while longer on the Pianist´s Face.

Lorenzen smiles down at the unconscious Blonde and lets her Fingers glide across Chris's stocking-clad Feet. No Reaction. The Frisian bows down, takes Chris´ bound Big Toes in her Mouth, and suck on them, and finally bites them. Lorenzen cannot deny that the Taste of Chris´ nylon-covered Soles is arousing. Mixture of Sweat, Chris´s Scent, and her Perfume …

She chuckles:

“Chrissie, we will have much Fun later! Believe me!”

“You will see the Dungeons!”

The End of Chapter Two