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BERLIN DREAMS

He was an uncle of mine, he was. Big fella, big mouth, big spender. Always strapped for cash and such. One day he asked me for a loan, because I had money saved for a rainy day. But I couldn’t do anything without permission of Milady, of course. So we went to see Her. My uncle was really scared and he shit himself on a monumental scale. Lady Heidi listened to his trembling plea. Then She smiled. The smile of a predator, it was.
You have My permission, She said to my crapping uncle. Of course you need to pay back the loan plus interest …
I promise, Your Ladyship, my uncle whispered.
She shook Her head. That’s not good enough for Me. I want a collateral, a guarantee that you will fulfil your obligation. If you fail to pay, you will become My slave and My property. Deal?
My uncle suddenly turned very pale, he did. He knew the shit had hit the fan and he realised that only a thoughtful and balanced speech could save him from Her clutches. He said: I … I … uh … La … I … You … uh … I … I …
I thought it sounded pretty convincing, but Milady had a different opinion about that.
Oh, for goodness sake, be silent or I will nail your tongue to the table! We have a deal, end of discussion. The interest rate is 93 per cent per month, which, I think, is a bargain. It’s like giving it away for free, isn’t it?
My uncle said ‘ah’ or something along those lines and fainted on the floor. Poor man. He was living on borrowed time, my uncle was.

POCKET MONEY

His wife was all for equality (She said), didn’t believe in domineering (She claimed) and was always willing to listen (She asserted). However, She handled all the money and his salary went straight into Her account. So he had to ask for money if he wanted to buy something. Sometimes he was lucky, sometimes he wasn’t. Questioning Her decisions was tantamount to insult. So he kept his mouth shut. Well, he tried anyway.
I am too good for this world, She said one day, because I have decided to give you pocket money. $50 a week, how does that sound?
He couldn’t believe his ears: Wow!! That sounds grea-
That’s the gross allowance, of course. This figure is reduced by a charge of $15 a week for the work I put in behind the scenes. Which leaves a sum of $35 a week.
Well … … OK … … yes, yes, tha–
I also have to charge you for board. Meals, clothes, electricity, gas; it all has to be paid for somehow. So, $18 a week for board. Which leaves a sum of $17 a week. Happy?
He opened his mouth in protest, but She slapped it shut.
Don’t interrupt Me! Where was I? Oh yes, you also have to pay Me a reasonable sum of $15 a week, which goes straight into My clothing account. You don’t want your lovely Wife wearing rags, do you? No, you don’t! So, it leaves you with a net allowance of €2 a week.
He couldn’t believe his ears (part II): That’s not even enough to buy a pair of socks!
Alright, She sneered, if you don’t wan-
No, no, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was ungrateful of me. I apologise.
Jeez, Harold, She said, shaking Her head, I can’t believe how greedy you are sometimes.

FEMDOM SMOTHER

All I want is your pin number, She said all flowery.
Yeah, well, and all I want is a blowjob. So, fuck off, Michelle. Let me go!!
I wasn’t going anywhere soon though, because She had me pinned to the floor. She moved on my face and smothered me shitless. I don’t know how long She sat there, but I gasped for air when She finally allowed me to breathe again.
Well? What is the first digit?
One…..I panted.
Excellent, now wh-
One…… thing is certain, I’m going to kick you a-
Hello darkness, my old friend. She sat hard and long on my face, till my head was about to explode. Then She moved back a little, just enough to struggle for a slither of oxygen.
It’s four, I gasped, I swear to God, it’s four.
And the second digit?
I … I always forget that o-
Daytime became nighttime again. And good old oxygen came with a number: IT’S ONE, IT’S ONE!
I hear you, man! Jesus, no need to get all excited, just breathe.
Please Michelle, please let me go. You can’t do this.
Hush! We’re almost there. Are you ready?
I opened my mouth and everything went pitch black again. Oxygen became a distant memory. And just when I was ready to write my will, She gave me the slightest chance of survival.
Six and two, I howled, I swear, I swear.
There you go! Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

WHAT’S YOURS = MINE

She arrived with the sweetest smile and left with my Playstation in Her luggage. She just took it, because what’s yours = Mine and what’s Mine = Mine, She always used to say. So I had to buy myself a new Playstation. Which I did. But wished I didn’t. Because She was not amused when She heard about it, not amused at all.
What’s yours = Mine, She snapped. Which part you didn’t understand?
I … I don’t understand, Mistress, I said bewildered.
She slapped me brutally hard and my ears were ringing like church bells on a Sunday morning.
Do you think this is funny? She grumbled.
No, Mis-
She kneed my balls against the ceiling and my scrotum exploded in pain.
You bought that goddamn thing with MY money!! What’s yours ……
Aaaah …… I said with an Eureka! look on my face, because only then did it dawn on me.
She grabbed my ear and tried to pull it off my head.
Ah, indeed!! You need My permission before you spend any money. Do you understand?
She ignored me for days after that, which was more painful than a beating. But I learned my lesson and never wasted my = Her money again.