Chapter 7: The Luminous Altar

“Tie her to the rack”, master Koen said to me. “Make sure Little One cannot escape.”

So I tied mistress Jutta to the climbing frame sports in her own dungeon. It looked pretty much like those racks in the gym when you were in school. I didn’t want to hurt her, so my ties were rather loose. Master Koen checked her ties and re-tied all of them. This time tight.

“30 with the flogger for slave Sylvia for disobedience. Slave Jutta could escape with no effort. 15 with the flogger for slave Jutta, for dishonesty. She could have told me she was not tightly bound. We will deal with that later.” Master Koen never addressed my mistress as ‘slave’ before. It’s always ‘little one’ this, ‘little one’ that. I looked at her to see if there was any sign of guilt for doing something wrong. Jutta works hard to please master Koen. No command, however outrageous, did she fulfil as if she were carrying out a commission for the king without hesitation, accurately and with full focus. Unlike me, teasing is not in her dictionary. She lives to please him, whatever it is. She is a role model, this tiny bomb of submission.

There was only confusion in those eyes, and perhaps a bit of fear. Just a little fear is good. It keeps you sharp as a submissive. When you make a mistake, you have to wonder what your master or mistress will do. It is like watching a horror movie: you know nothing will really happen to you, and yet you are afraid to watch sometimes. If you make a mistake and you know nothing will happen, you will ultimately lose respect for your master. I speak from experience.

Jutta was wearing a neatly pressed, knee-length A-line dress, cinched at the waist with a slim belt. The dress has bright, cheerful polka dots on them. She styled her hair carefully into soft curls, adorning it with a headband. Her make-up was soft but immaculate. Tasteful red lipstick. I have never seen her without it. She looked like an ad in a magazine in the fifties. She looked so good, stretched into an X-shape. Her being fully dressed, eagle spread on the rack ... It looked. Kinky.

“Slut, come and stand beside me”, Koen ordered. I ran to him. Naked, of course.

“Turn around.” I did a fast pirouette.

“Slowly!” So I did. Part of my bottom was in bandage. There were also some large gauzes on my chest.

“Perhaps you would like to tell me what I am looking at”, said Koen pointing at my nude body., pointing at bandages around my pussy.

“We went a little overboard, master, no harm done.” I said, trying to minimise collateral damage.

“Does it look I am talking to you, slut?” Koen snapped at me. I have seen him angry. His expression wasn’t one of furious anger, but of a more contained irritation, a twitching eye and the slight clenching of his jaw betraying his feelings.

“It is called ‘The Luminous Altar’, Master. It is a long plank at hip height with seven burning candles on it. I made slut walk the walk of fire, putting all candles out with her pussy.” Jutta said.

“How?”

“With one leg on each side of the plank, she had her legs tied together with a chain. When she was on her toes she was above the flames, when she stopped walking on her toes, she would kill the flame in an instant by dropping her pussy on to it. It’s not dangerous, Master. I have played this game with Ilse many times; it’s nothing to worry about. It’s perfectly safe.” Jutta said, completely unconcerned.

“As your daughter is now with her perfect master, we cannot confirm or deny that,” Koen sneered. Martin remained a weak spot. “Why the bandages if this is as safe as claimed?”

“Just a precaution, Master. The skin, already irritated and slightly inflamed, demanded gentle treatment.” Finally, Jutta belatedly understood that Koen felt she’d overstepped her bounds with me.

“Master, it’s just a game. I’m certain this game won’t cause any lasting damage, otherwise I would never play it. It takes courage Master to extinguish a flame with your tits or your pussy. And if you are a masochist, you love this challenge. You can ask your slave here. She will speak the truth.”

Koen didn’t ask me. Instead he said to mistress Jutta, “I don’t want to interfere how you treat your slave. I don’t want to constantly inspect Sylvia for wounds every time you play to ensure she’s uninjured. I realise you possess a deeper understanding and more experience than I do in managing interactions with masochists. But there are limits. Damaging my property is one of them.”

“But Master...” Jutta protested.

“Gag her.” He said to me. It didn’t feel right. She was my mistress, and I had zero interest in dominating her. I looked over to master Koen. He was in ‘Yes-sir-mood.’ Any other answer will only annoy him further. I gagged her with a red ball gag from the rack on the right. Koen waited impatiently, the riding crop slapping against his leg with a rhythmic thwack-thwack, his agitation palpable. I sat at his feet, and we both watched mistress Jutta, who was now very nervous. Master Koen just looked her in the eye. He said nothing. I don’t know how long we sat there in silence. Perhaps three or four minutes. Perhaps ten or twelve minutes. Every second an eternity. Jutta was opposite us. Soaked in sweat and crying hysterically. Her nasal passage was becoming blocked, and I worried about her breathing. Just as I was going to speak, Master Koen talked.

Master Koen was talking to me now. “Checks and balances in life ensure that no single person or entity has absolute power, fostering fairness, accountability, and harmony in relationships. I’m not stating here, for the record, that your Mistress use of authority was inappropriate. But I want to make sure that both of you are playing safe, sane, and consensual. So one weekend a year, 48 hours, your roles will be reversed. Jutta’s loyalty, a mirror image of the obedience she showed me, will be yours without question. Whatever she did to you, you are free to reciprocate. I’m sure you’ll pay her back, and that will settle any hard feelings between you two.”

The intensity in Koen’s eyes, a silent warning, prevented me from speaking my mind. Master Koen walked to Jutta, removed her gag, and silenced her by kissing her. From Koen, the kiss was a one-way street initially, yet Jutta’s return was overwhelming, her lips mirroring his fervour. In those moments, all I could hear was the symphony of their moans blending together in a chorus of pleasure, allowing me to stay calm and composed. A harsh, rattling gasp for air, loud in the otherwise silent dungeon, cut through the heavy air.

“Permission to speak, Master.” Jutta said, still gasping for air, all red in her face.

Koen was not in much better shape. “Speak, Little one”, he gasped.

I looked at Jutta. Suddenly, she became serious; her playful demeanour vanished, replaced by a quiet intensity. I had a feeling this would not go well.

“Master, I have no problem with a pay-back-weekend. But I must be frank and say that I cannot, and will not, guarantee that I will never harm your property. I will continue to do so, employing far more brutal and unforgiving methods. Your love for this woman should not prevent you from seeing her true self. It’s important to consider her dark side. She will be the first to admit that she needs this more than anything — more than the sustenance of food, drink, or even sleep itself.”

“Impossible.”

“Your love for Sylvia stands in the way of her desires.”

“You think I still love her?”

“Of course, Master. And please do not deny that you do. It is obvious to all of us,” Jutta said softly.

“I have not touched her since we took her back to here, Little one”, Koen said to Jutta.

“No, you didn’t master, but I wished you had fucked her daily. You have been her protector for a very long time. Perhaps it would have been easier for you just to let her go. You have shifted from tormenting your wife to torment yourself. From my perspective, there are two possibilities. The first thing to do is to hand your present back to you. Another possibility is selling her to a different master. This is a lose-lose situation; either way, I will hurt our relationship, but there is nothing else I can do,” Jutta said.

“You cannot sell her.” Koen protested.

“Of course I can. You gave her to me; therefore, she is mine, body and soul. I can do with her whatever the hell I want to. Considering his reputation and capabilities, Master Martin appears to be the most suitable choice. However, I trust you will reunite with her and resume your old life. It is possible this will make you happy; however, I can assure you with complete certainty that it will have quite the opposite effect on Sylvia.”