As we continued our tour of the Castle, Kurt led me down a long spiral staircase deep under the main building. At the bottom of the stairs there was a dimly lit hallway with rooms on either side. Each of the roughly hewn doors had bars in small window openings. It was obvious these rooms were jail cells. Our footsteps echoed on the slate stone floor as we walked. It gave me an eerie feeling knowing this place was over eight hundred years old. 

I’ve had a fear of dark confined places since I was a child and this triggered phobia’s within me I had long forgotten existed. I grasped Kurt’s hand and squeezed it like a lifeline. 

“Kurt this is creepy. I can almost feel the anguish of the spirits lingering here.” I didn’t know why I was whispering. I think I felt some reverence for past.

“Tradition says that there were over a hundred prisoners here at a time, awaiting their fate at the hand of the inquisitor. Part of the psychological torment was that each prisoner could hear the cries of the others while awaiting their fate.”

He opened the door of a room. It had a bare stone floor and single bench. This couldn’t have been any bigger than my closet at home but he said it would hold up to ten prisoners. 

 At the end of the passage there was a large ominous looking riveted door. Kurt put both hands on it and pushed hard. Slowly it creaked open on it’s rusty iron hinges. We entered into a place that seemed right out of some B grade horror movie. There were chains and whips hung on the wall with sinister looking contraptions spread about through the dungeon.  
I immediately recognized that this dungeon resembled the one I saw at Kurt’s mansion. He saw my reaction and seemed to know what I was thinking.

 “Yes, my ‘play-room’ is a replication of this chamber including the instruments on the wall.”

“Why would you want to duplicate something so sinister and evil?” I asked with a frown. 

“The room is only evil because of the owners intent. I use my room for a different purpose but I will explain that later.”

He led me around explaining the use of each item. It was a real horror show. He showed me devices used for things like crushing fingers and ripping off toenails. I felt queasy standing in a room where so many suffered such a horrible fate.

I looked at one apparatus in the far corner that seemed familiar to me from my history classes and asked, “Didn’t they use that during the early colonial period in America? Isn’t it called Stalks?”

“Yes, but the origin design was from much earlier in Europe. Go ahead step in it. It will give you first hand knowledge of what it was like for those poor unfortunate prisoners.”

“No way! I don’t do well with confinement.”
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“I promise to let you out. Go ahead, put your neck and wrists in the notches.” 

Being the gullible person I am, I suddenly found myself totally restrained and helpless. I knew Kurt was just playing around, but I didn't like surrendering that amount of control over me to anyone. 

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now let me out like you promised.”

“I will let you out, but… not just yet.” 

It was infuriating to be trapped bent over in such a demeaning position. Kurt saw my reaction and decided to press me further. He pulled up my skirt and yanked my panties down on my thighs leaving me exposed and vulnerable. 

“You wouldn’t dare! Let me out you bastard!” It was doubly frustrating to hear him laughing at me. I shook back and forth in my constraints trying to free myself. It was a wasted effort and only angered me more.

I felt panicked. Then I felt Kurt’s hand came down hard on my exposed bottom with a loud smack, followed by thee more in rapid succession.

“Slap… slap, slap, slap.”

“Owww! You fucker! My husband will kill you when he finds out about this!” I screamed.

“Kevin’s not here.”

“Release me right now or you’ll be sorry!”

“The way I see it, you're in no position to be making demands. Beg me nicely, and I'll let you go.” He rubbed my stinging butt cheeks. 

I couldn’t stand the condescending tone in his voice. 

“Waiting, Jennifer…”

“No fucking way! Hell will freeze over before I beg you for anything. Besides, what are you going to do if I refuse?”

“I could leave you like this until tomorrow's party.”

“You’re bluffing. We both know you would never do that.”

“Is that a challenge? I guarantee you would be the center of attention.”

“I fucking hate you! Let me go, you bastard! Let me out!” I screamed and thrashed around in my restraints.

“Okay, okay.” He sighed. “Calm down. You know I wasn't really serious.”

“Calm down? Are you kidding me!? Just wait till I get out. You’ll find out just how calm I am. I’ll cut your balls off, you fucking ass hole.”

Kurt laughed and said, “No need for violence my little lamb.”

I heard a creaking sound of metal as the lock unlatch; he finally freed me. As soon as I was able, I whirled around and tried to slap his face, but he caught my wrist and pulled me to him.

“Release me!”

“Stop struggling.”

“Let me go!”

“Stop struggling, Jen.”

It was useless. I couldn’t overpower him, and it only made me angrier when he pressed his lips against mine in an attempt to quiet me. I should’ve bitten his lips off—his tongue… but I didn’t. He controlled me effortlessly. It was as if I was under his spell. 

His scent, his words, his touch… everything about him in that moment defied reason. I found myself helpless and surrendering to him. His body pressed close to mine. I molded to him as his hands kneaded my neck and helped me regain my composure.

“It's okay.” He flashed a crooked smile. “You're safe with me. I didn’t mean to upset you. I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?” 

“I told you I have trouble with tight places and confinement—and yes… you hurt me.”

He pressed his palm to my bottom. “Did I hurt you here?”

I looked at him crossly and bitterly muttered, “No… well, maybe a little.”

“I could kiss it and make I all better.”

I rolled my eyes and replied, “You wish.”

“Be honest with me, Jennifer. You were aroused, weren’t you?”

“No!...Hell no! Somehow you’re confusing arousal with anger,” I scoffed.

“Does anger usually get you this wet?” He snapped my thong. 

“God! You’re insufferable!” I was starting to walk away when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“Come on, let me show you the rest of this place,” Kurt said trying to change the subject. 

“No! This dungeon tour is over for me,” I said, desperately wanting to escape this horror house. 

At my insistence, he led me back upstairs but we took a different route than the one we entered with. After winding our way through several more narrow passageways, we entered a spacious ballroom. It was unlike any other room I'd seen so far. The walls were draped with colorful swag curtains and tapestries. Crystalline chandeliers hung from the ceiling, providing an almost celestial look as the light reflected off the polished marble floors. It reminded me of my high school prom. 

At the far end of the room I saw Heidi was busy setting up tables and chairs with a couple coworkers. She had changed into her work clothes: mini shorts and a tight T-shirt. I would imagine she’d look fabulous in anything. 

After seeing us enter the room Heidi walked quickly toward us and said, “Gehst du jetzt?”

“We have to go,” Kurt replied. “I wish we could stay.” He hugged her and gave her more than a friendly kiss. For some unknown reason I felt a pang of jealousy. What is going on with me?

“Kommen sie zur party?” Heidi looked hopeful.

“I don't think Jennifer is ready for one of your parties quite yet,” Kurt replied.

“Hey! Stop talking about me like I'm not here. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I love parties and I would be delighted to come.”

Kurt exchanged glances with me before he added, “I will talk with her. If she comes it will be my guest and just as an observer, nothing more.” He repeated it to Heidi in German but I think she understood the first time. 

Heidi smiled.

-oOo-

Throughout the drive down the mountain, I could tell that my charismatic host seemed visibly upset at me. He was unusually quiet.

Probably mulling over the fact I wasn’t fitting into his predictable mold, I thought to myself.

Finally, Kurt broke the silence. “You have no idea what you just committed yourself to. I’m your host while you're in Germany and feel responsible for your safety.”

“My safety? It’s a friggin party not an execution. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. You already mentioned that I won't have to do anything I don't want to. Didn't you say that?”

“Yes, but there’s so much you don't know about these people. They take coercion to a whole new level. I've seen it before. They’ll seduce you in a thousand different ways.”

“Well, I've resisted you so far, haven't I?” I laughed.

“Unfortunately, yes, you have. But I’m just one person these folks are me—times fifty.”

“I can handle myself. I don't need a babysitter.”

“Did I mention the main rule is that all female attendees, including visitors, must be nude? These are hedonistic people.” 

“Come again?” 

“Except for a mask and shoes, of course.” Kurt chuckled. “It’s funny how resistance seems to diminish with the absence of clothing. Have you ever witnessed people having sex up close and personal?”

“Of course. Kevin and I watch together.”

“I'm not talking about watching porn, I'm talking about real live sex that you can hear, smell, touch, and even taste if that's your inclination. The last woman I brought thought exactly like you. She ended up the focus of a gang-bang and could barely walk afterward.”

“Maybe I am not like other women. Ever consider that?”

“You think so? I won’t throw you to the wolves unless you are tested first. You pass and I will take you, if that’s what you desire.

“A test? What kind of test?” 

“Remember Eva?”

“How could I forget?”

That night was her test.”

“Of course I remember her being whipped and tormented but I didn’t see much as you sent me away. Besides, I’m not into that scene. Pain is not my thing.” 

“Fair enough. Remember today when you were confined and I spanked you?”

“How could I forget? You bastard.”

“Admit it, you were turned on. Don’t tell me you weren’t.”

I thought for a second and said, “Well… maybe. A little.” 

“Then it’s settled. You’ll take the test tonight. Okay?”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.” 

He took maybe as a yes and said, “You won’t regret this. I’m going to open a whole new world to you.”  

I thought with that revelation we’d rush home, but he continued to snow me the town. We drove to several points of interest and wandered through quaint little shops. Kurt bought overpriced knickknacks to help the shop owners. Every time I thought I was starting to get a clearer picture of him he threw in a twist. Kurt was indeed a complex man and the chemistry between us was undeniable. I had completely forgot I was a married woman and was living in the moment.

When it began to get chilly, Kurt stopped to put up the top on the convertible; it went up smoothly, leaving just a latch to be secured. I took this pause to ask, “Kurt, were you serious about me working for you?”

“Absolutely, I don’t make empty offers like that.”

“I think I should consider your offer, but I virtually know nothing of your business. I would like to learn more before making such a life changing decision.”

“Tomorrow you can read through our manufacturing documents and brochures, along with our production schedule. I'll have the necessary files brought to your room. I was planning on starting that next week… but I like your enthusiasm .”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

He glanced at me with suspicious look and replied, “That sounds like a loaded request—but alright, ask away.”

“Why have you never married?”

Kurt paused briefly before he said, “I guess I never felt the need. Besides, I’d be terrible husband material. I have way too many idiosyncrasies.”

“Like the dominant thing?”

“Uh… yes…” He sounded on edge. “That and my preference for no strings attached types of relationships.”

“Is that why you prefer to seduce married women? Do you think they’re safer with no marriage pressure? Or is it the thrill of the hunt—like a greater conquest claiming another man's woman?”

He glared at me and gave no response. He simply focused on his driving, which only led me to assume that I had clearly struck a nerve.

After his conversations with my husband, he probably sensed I was ripe for the picking after we first met. I bet he underestimated the magnitude of my resistance. What he didn’t realize was that his charm was very effective; I just pretended as if it wasn’t. I was faced with an ongoing struggle of conflicted feelings: an internal war raging within: lust versus reason and lust seemed to be winning the battle.

We rode in silence for the remainder of our drive until we finally reached the mansion. The staff was waiting for us when we pulled into the roundabout.

“Here we are.” Kurt killed the engine. “All safe and sound.” He turned to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your questions. No one has ever analyzed me before like that.”

“I’m sorry. I’m direct to a fault.” 

“Don’t apologize. Those are the qualities I’m looking for in a manager. How are you feeling?”

“I'm tired. That was quite a day.”

“Why don't you go in and rest. It will be a couple hours till dinner, just enough time for a hot bath. May I suggest the burgundy dress for this evening? It matches my dinner jacket perfectly.” He opened the passenger door and assisted in my exit.

-oOo-

He was right; the bath felt heavenly. All those bubbles looked like delicate soapy clouds when I cupped them in my hands. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d gotten myself into. A sex party? Was I insane? A couple weeks ago I would have never considered such craziness.

I thought how my sexual history was practically nil consisting of only two men. In fact, I had never done anything vaguely sexually adventurous in my whole life.The kinkiest thing I could recall was losing my virginity in the back seat of my ex-boyfriend’s old Chevy when I was eighteen. I had to chuckle because the whole event lasted about a three-minutes tops.

Something suddenly occurred to me… Could the reason Kevin was losing interest in me because of my lack of sexual adventure? I was taught to believe being a virgin on my wedding was virtuous gift to my husband. I didn’t quite make it to the altar untouched but I was pretty darn close. I did not miss having long history of lovers. I guess you don't miss what you’ve never had. On the other hand, I was good enough in bed to conceive two children.

Could I really be that boring? I pondered what do men want? Your innocence or expertise? There was no question our love making lacked variety. We had used the missionary position often enough we could become Baptists. 

Unlike Kevin, Kurt instinctively knew how and where to push all my buttons. His constant attention made me feel desired—something I had been missing in my dally life. Kevin hardly ever complemented me unless I asked him. In my way of thinking, solicited compliments didn’t count. Kurt was smooth and skillful with women. That coupled with his outrageous good looks made him irresistible. 

As for the phone conversation with my husband earlier in the day. I was disappointed he was so indifferent when I suggested something might happen with Kurt, I thought he’d protest but said nothing. I figured if he didn’t outrightly oppose it, that was tantamount to giving me the green light. However, I knew cheating was cheating no matter how you dressed it.

In any case: the more I spent time with Kurt, the more I desired him.The only mystery at this point was why I hadn’t fucked him already. 

I let out a lengthy sigh as I stepped out of the tub and toweled off. The bath oil left my skin soft and wonderfully scented. The dinner hour was approaching quickly and I needed to dress in a hurry because of Kurt’s obsession with promptness. In truth, I did enjoy his tradition of dressing for dinner—unlike at home where we ate in front of the television most of the time.

-oOo-

I was starving by dinner time and rushed to put on the gown he had suggested—without undergarments to avoid the strap and pantie lines. The burgundy designer heels matched the dress. I rushed my makeup using a bit of gloss and a touch of eyeliner.

Oh crap! I'm not gonna make it!  I hurried out the door but my skin-tight dress hindered my movements.

 
Kurt greeted me in the dining room, wearing his burgundy jacket that matched my dress, as promised. However, he wasn't alone. He was joined by another man that seemed a bit younger. If I had to guess, I'd say he was a model. His white dinner jacket with black trim looked right out of a fashion magazine. He seemed equally handsome as Kurt, if that was possible.

Kurt reached out and took my hands as he evaluated me with his seductive gaze. “You look ravishing tonight, Jennifer. I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, Hanz Steiner. He is my personal tennis coach.”

“Guten Abend, Frau Sheffield, Kurt was just telling me all about you. His description falls far short of your true beauty.”

I blushed. “Thank you. I must say your English is perfect.”

“Thank you. I spent a lot of time in the states. Kurt says you’re a tennis star.”

“Hardly!” I giggled modestly.

“I would love to hit some balls with you sometime.” He asked.

“That would be up to Kurt and what his plans are. Right now I'm famished. We missed lunch.” I walked over to the dining table and allowed Kurt to seat me.

We ate at a slow pace and had pleasant conversation, though Kurt remained mostly quiet, which sort of made me anxious. I chatted on nervously about my college tennis career and how I stopped playing tournaments when I got pregnant with my first child. Hanz shared he was a qualifier at both Wimbledon and Australian open, but he blew out his knee ending his promising tennis career. That’s how he ended up teaching at the German tennis academy. I was impressed to find he played some of the greatest, including Roger Federer.

Why did Kurt bring Hanz over for dinner? I thought to myself. I knew nothing with Kurt happened accidentally.

My question was suddenly answered when Hanz said, “I understand you're planning to attend our little get together tomorrow. Is that true?”

“I was considering attending but haven’t yet decided,” I answered nervously. 

“That would be wonderful if you did. We have a large guest list but would welcome a fresh face…and body of course.” He laughed looking unashamedly at my cleavage.

I felt flush and a little nervous as I looked down at my dinner plate. 

I repeated, “I'm not sure I will attend. I'm only considering it.”

“Is it because you are married? I should probably let you know that you’re not the only one at this table who is married.”

“You're married?” I was surprised because Hanz wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. “Does your wife know?”

“Of course she knows.” He laughed. “I think you already met her.”

I thought for a moment. “Heidi?”

He smiled.

“She's your wife? She's so…”

“Much older than me?” Hanz finished my question. “We have been married eleven years in two months. Heidi asked me to come here tonight and answer any of your questions. And tell you about our friendly little group.”

“So then tell me,” I said, sipping a glass of wine. “I'm all ears.”

“Actually, I’d like to show you—with Kurt's help of course and the use of his room. It is not easily explained. It is something that must be experienced.”

I glanced at our host. His stoic face showed no reaction.

“I don't know if I'm ready for that,” I expressed.

Finally, Kurt decided to say something. “Personally, Jennifer, I don't think you're ready for this. But if you can pass our test, then you might be.”

“I've never considered such a thing,” I said. 

Kurt took a sip of his wine and added, “The way it works is that all the female members show up at the party wearing nothing but a toga, a mask, and shoes. The togas are collected as you enter. We will try to simulate that tonight.”

I gasped.

He continued, “No one is forced or coerced to do anything they are not comfortable with. Tonight, I want you to get a glimpse of what's ahead if you should go tomorrow. But, it is strictly your decision. Rule number one is that the woman is always in charge. Your first decision is… do you want to give it a try… or pass?”

I didn’t answer right away. A thousand things went through my mind. I had never been unfaithful or even considered it, Now I wasn’t only thinking about it, but I was becoming obsessed with the possibilities. My brain said one thing my body another.Truth be told, my greatest fear was what might happen if I unlocked this side of me. 

“Jennifer? Yes or no?”

I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that my answer should have been “pass.” However, when I opened my mouth my lips betrayed me. “Yes, I think I will try it.” I murmured softly without total conviction. 

“Outstanding!” Hanz replied.

“But I have conditions.”

“What?” Kurt asked.

“Everything stops if I say so.”

Hanz smiled. “Absolutely, you will have a safe word of your choice. Just utter that word and all the fun and games are over—you are in charge.”

After I gave my nod of affirmation, it was as if a switch was flipped. My loins were on fire and I was so sexually charged I could’ve fucked them both right there on the dining table. 

“So, what's next?” I asked. 

Kurt rose and helped me to my feet. “I want you to go to your room now and put on the toga and mask. You will find them in the lower left drawer of your wardrobe. After you are ready, meet us in the playroom at eight. If you don't show up, we will understand.”

“I'm still not sure about this.”

“Nothing to fear, It is only sex,” Kurt said reassuringly. “You will love it. I guarantee this will be a night you will never forget.”

I turned and walked away, knowing that their eyes were glued to my ass. I stopped, faced them and said, “Mango!”

Both men blinked in confusion.

“My safe word is Mango.”

-oOo-

I pulled off the gown and hung it up where I found it. My nipples were stiff and sensitive. My swollen mound was wet and dripping with arousal. I attempted to clean myself with a tissue but it seemed there was no stopping the flow. Reason was being overruled by my insatiable desires.

The toga was exactly where Kurt had said it would be; there was a sequined mask with it. I flipped my hair forward and tied the mask in place. Shortly after, I changed into the black stilettos, I looked at myself in the mirror. I could hardly recognize the sex goddess staring back at me. The toga seemed a sizes too small. I stretched it around me and tied the sash. The material was so thin it seemed more like a Negligée than toga. 

The clock revealed that it was four minutes to eight. I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. As soon as I did, the house-maid was coming towards my room with her cart.

“Good evening, Frau Sheffield! Would you like your room made up?” I could see the smirk on her face.

I flushed with embarrassment but tried to act nonchalant. I replied, “Thank you, I would appreciate that.”

Standing at the door, I knew one knock would change my life. I hesitated but after three light knocks, the door swung open. I was immediately startled by the scene before me. First there was Kurt: he was bare chested and wore a hood with skin tight black leather trousers that left nothing to the imagination.

Directly behind him was Hanz—totally nude except for a bandit’s mask and what appeared to be a collar. His body was well muscled, especially his defined abs and large biceps. Hanz flashed a grin when he saw me looking at his huge semi-erect penis. This all seemed so surreal. The only cock I had ever known was Kevin’s and his didn’t compare in either length or girth. 

“Welcome, Frau Sheffield.” Kurt smiled. “May I take your wrap?”

Before I could answer, he pulled my sash and peeled the toga from me. I was now naked, standing in front of two very handsome men that were obviously as aroused as I was. I felt the urge to cover myself but that seemed silly.

“Good God!” Hanz gasped. “You are beautiful!”

I froze in anticipation. The two of them took the liberty of running their hands over my body. The stimulation was electrifying to my already boiling desires.They both touched me my most intimate places. I moaned as they tag-teamed me with pleasurable caresses.My excitement was mind numbing and any thought of resistance was forgotten. I had my first mini orgasm when Kurt fingered my clit.

It was then that I noticed that Hanz had a leash on his collar. Kurt jerked the leash and said, “Did I give you permission to touch Frau Sheffield?”

“No, Master. I'm sorry.” He dropped to his knees in submission.

“Kiss her feet and beg forgiveness, you useless slave!” Kurt said in a glacial tone.

Immediately Hanz groveled at my feet and kissed them, profusely apologizing. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.This game seemed hilarious, yet it was highly erotic at the same time.

Kurt turned and locked his penetrating gaze on me. “Mistress Sheffield, how should this blatant display of disrespect be punished?”

I was quickly learning that Hanz was submissive and was getting aroused through humiliation. I wasn’t sure what to answer so Kurt helped me out by nodding to his left.  As I scanned that side of the room, I noticed an apparatus in the corner. It appeared to be a padded framed structure with chains attached.

Playing along, I said in my strongest voice, “Get your pathetic ass over there and bend over that rack.”

Kurt was smiling as I became more creative. I took Hanz’s leash and led him on his hands and knees like a dog an the padded floor to the bench. Getting into the mood of this charade, I cuffed his wrists and legs securely. Hanz gave a token struggle. Not sure how to proceed, I looked around me.

“May I suggest this, Madam?” Kurt handed me a riding crop. Not sure how to proceed, I slapped it on the leather beside him with a loud crack. Hanz jumped at the sound. 

Hanz’s reaction also revealed a steel hard erection which I reached down and grasp in my hand. Hanz moaned his approval. This was the first male member besides my husband’s I’ve ever touched. I was fascinated with it as I stroked it and my hand couldn’t quite encompass it all. His pre-cum was leaking from the tip and my juices were flowing like never before. My body was reacting like a animal in heat and all I desired at that moment was to feel that huge throbbing cock inside me. 

Kurt motioned with a swinging arm for me to use the crop. 

I teased Hanz by tapping it lightly on his thighs. Kurt signaled for me to strike him harder. I pulled it back and whipped it forward across Hanz’s thigh, just below his butt.

“Owwww! No more! Forgive me, Mistress!” He sounded convincing. 

I don’t know what overcame me but seeing that red welt on his skin motivated me to strike him harder in rapid succession. I could only imagine the pain I caused him. It felt empowering to have someone bend to my will. Devious thoughts bubbled up in me. I walked around in front of him and yanked his hair, pulling up his head.

“Lick my cunt, you worthless bastard!” I pushed my hips forward and buried his nose in my soaking wet slit.

His tongue seemed to find a life of its own as he eagerly lapped my juices. I gripped his hair tighter and possessively pulled him to me. My body was shivering, racked with sensations that were so intense I trembled. My orgasm was building to a massive crescendo as I shuttered uncontrollably. Suddenly, I was catapulted into a new universe of indescribable pleasure. Like a drunk out of control, I began to stagger backwards.

When I calmed down, guilt began to course through me. I had just orgasmed with another man. I'm now an adulterous cheater. I felt ashamed. 

Kurt seemed to notice my distress and said, “It’s okay, Jen. This is just first time remorse.” He held me against his chest and kissed my tears off my cheeks. 

“Do you think maybe we should free Hanz He looks a bit uncomfortable.” Kurt laughed.

I released my pretend servant  from his shackles and couldn’t believe his reaction: he was grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re a natural at this!” Hanz exclaimed. “How did that make you feel?

“I'm not sure. It felt… erotic, intense, liberating, and a bit embarrassing. Mostly I feel guilty for betraying my husband.”

“Jen,” Kurt said. “Now that you've crossed the line, do you want to quit or continue? We still have a long night ahead and you have a lot to discover. Remember it is always up to you.”

“I'm conflicted,” I sighed. “On one hand, here I am standing nude with two gorgeous studs. On the other hand, I'm a conservative housewife and mother of two that is more experienced with soccer practice than sex!”

Hanz chuckled at my remark. “Most members of the club are exactly like you. They lead normal everyday lives with routine jobs and families. They consider this party as their ‘once a month vacation’ from mundane reality. Besides hosting this club, Heidi and I own a real estate business. What we all have in common is a mutual desire to explore a part of our nature that we have hidden away in an attempt at conforming to social norms.”

“I resigned myself to that before I walked through that door tonight,” I confessed. “I'm pretty sure this last week Kurt knew I was his to take any time he wanted.” I fixed my gaze on him. “So, to answer your question… yes, I want to continue.”

Kurt seemed to ponder his next move. “I think it's time for you to discover your limitations. Remember what you witnessed with Eva?”

“How could I forget?”

“She was at the stage you’re at right now. Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I want to but I’m not sure.”

Deviancy danced in his eyes as he summoned Hanz over and ordered him to put the collar on me. “Secure her on the rack,” he commanded.  “Do you remember your safe word, Jennifer?”

“Yes, Mango.”

“I am about to open a brand-new world to you.”

The collar felt tight around my neck, causing fear to accelerate my heart rate. Once the leash was snapped on, my legs began to tremble.

Hanz led me to the ominous looking upright rack in the shape of a giant X. I had  some serious reservations as he tied my wrists and ankles with soft cords. It took great effort to stop myself from screaming out the safe word. I knew I had a tolerance to pain—having given birth to two boys, but…

“Blindfold her,” Kurt instructed.

“No! Please don't!” I pled.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Kurt’s voice was devoid of any warmth. I had serious apprehension.

“Answer me, Whore!”

“No…” My voice cracked. “I…”

“Silence, slut!” Kurt bellowed with rage. “You will address me op, Master. Know your place.”

Holy Hell… What did I get myself into? 

The room went black as the blindfold was secured. It was dark and quiet. Time passed and nothing was happening yet. Then suddenly, I felt something extremely cold on my nipples; it bordered between pain and pleasure. I jerked from side to side testing my bindings. The tingling cold sensation continued, tormenting  my body as a realization settled in: it was ice. Melted droplets streamed between my breasts, all the way down my belly and between my loins igniting my erotic furnace. I was exploding in lustful flames as I tingled with excitement.

“0ooohhh,” I moaned. “Please… no more!”

“Say my fucking name!”

“No more, Master,” I moaned halfheartedly.

“That’s better.”

“Please, Master… please stop!”

“Silence, cunt!”

The ice was replaced by a buzzing vibration on my sensitive nipples. I could feel the vibration circling around and alternating from my left breast to the other, working its way down my navel and between my dripping folds.

“Oh God….” My breathing became more labored. “Oh… my… fucking…”

I was rocked by one orgasm after another, and I couldn't contain my pleasure any longer as I cried out,  “Please… Master!”

“Please?” Kurt laughed condescendingly. “Please what, you whore!”

“Please”—I tried to catch my breath—“Make love to me.”

Without any warning, I felt a slap on one breast and then the other. The pain was intense, yet disturbingly enough I also felt… pleasure—as if the two were inseparable; I could no longer decipher between them or distinguish which sensation was more dominant. All I knew was that I needed relief and soon.

Kurt continued his mastery over me, refusing me mercy while I continued to beg. I felt a burning sting on my thighs as I cried out in pain. It must have been a switch or something. Before I could beg him to stop, his soothing tongue caressed my nipples. My body was electrified with sensation—sexually charged like never before; it made me forget about any previous reluctance I’d had. At this point, I only desired one thing: his big throbbing cock.

“Please, Master…”

“Please what whore? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… make love to me Master.” 

“I don't make love, slut. I fuck.” He pinched my nipples. “Now, tell me. What… do… you… want?”

“I want…”

“Louder.”

“I want you to…”

“Yes?” He began to flick his tongue on my nipple, which nearly pushed me over the edge.  

“I want you to have sex with me, Master!” I gasped.

He stopped and said, “I  don't  ‘have sex.’ I’m going to give you one last chance.” 

I could hear him pacing around me.

“Tell me what is it you want?”

“I want you to…”

“Say it.”

“T-to,” I uttered nervously.

“Say it, twat!” he shouted, slapping my ass vindictively.

“I want you to fuck me!” I cried out. “I want you to fuck my married cunt!” Tears of humiliation streaked down my cheeks. I was completely helpless and ashamed of my dark desires. “Please… Master.”

“Who's pussy is this?”

“Yours, Master. It's yours.”

I felt something foreign pushing between my backdoor entrance.

Oh God… O God…

Relentlessly, I jerked in my restraints and moaned.

“Whose asshole is this?”

“Yours, Master,” I whined. “All yours. I'm all over yours.”

He traced my hips with his hands, causing a pressure to build at the pit of my stomach. I was dripping between my thighs. I could feel his bulbous cock head probing my entrance. Seconds later, an indescribable fullness stretched me as I was penetrated slowly.

“Ohhhh…FUCK!” I uttered as his shaft slid in my wetness. 

Kurt pushed himself in and out of my sodden pussy with a patient thrust before he continued with greater urgency. It was like giving water to a thirsty man. I didn't just want this, I needed it: every… pulsating... inch. I was an animal in heat. Any thoughts of fidelity were gone. 

His rhythm picked up with determined force and fierce aggression. Our flesh collided, slapping and slamming against each other louder and louder. My world was shattered to pieces as a powerful orgasm rippled through my body at light-speed. My thighs kept quivering while the rack clattered from his powerful thrusts. If there was something as pleasure overload, I was experiencing it. There was nothing in this world but but him and me and our intense union.

As fast as it began, it ended with a few jerks and a flood of semen pumped into my vulnerable womb. This entire experience had been so degrading for me—humiliating and shameful… yet deliciously addictive.

“You’re incredible, Jennifer,” Kurt gasped as he ripped the blindfold off and untied my bindings. Hanz was nowhere to be found.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied out of breath.

“No need for that, Jen. Game’s over. Hanz went home to Heidi, so it's just you and I.”

“Hmm…”

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Just thinking,” I meekly answered.

“About?”

“About what else you have in store for me.” I grinned. “What’s next?”

“I'll tell you what's next…” Kurt scooped me up in his powerful arms. “I’m going to make love to you.”

My life was changed forever. I could never go back.

-oOo-

Kurt carried me as if I weighed nothing and kicked open the door adjoining the dungeon room. I had officially entered his bedroom; it was totally masculine. The bed was a king size, raised, four poster. There was leather furniture and a bar in the corner. Erotic photographs adorned the walls. I recognized one of the photos as Eva. A chilling thought went through me in an instant.

Does he put all his conquests on the wall like a hunter with his kill?

He laid me gently on the bed and removed my heals and mask, the last vestige of clothing. Kurt stood there and stared down at me, smiling. My desires were running at full tilt. I looked up at this man to soon be my lover and noticed a mirror on the ceiling. I reached out and took him by the arm, pulling him toward me. He put both hands on my cheeks and just stared at my face for several seconds.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re so beautiful. I want to remember you just as you are.”

I felt flush with increasing desire. The satin sheets felt cool under me. I abandoned all other thoughts but this moment. Kurt’s smile told it all: he was about to claim his prize for the second time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. As we kissed, his powerful hard body pressed against my soft flesh. His urgency to take me seemed to be in conflict with his desire to savor the moment.

I moaned as his hands wandered my body taking his time. He expertly caressed my breasts, pinching my highly sensitive nipples. His touch was amazing. I never dreamed anything could feel this good. He played my body like a fine musical instrument.

Kurt seemed determined to make this a momentous occasion, but I really didn't need any further foreplay. I said nothing as he continued to pleasure me. I was already rocked by more orgasms in this one setting than I had with Kevin in six months. My hypersensitive body responded like I never knew possible. Kurt's tongue was like magic conjuring up feelings I had no clue existed.

Suddenly, he pulled me to my knees like I was a mere rag-doll. Not knowing what he had in mind, the tip of his tongue slid between my wet folds and found my tight rose bud. I jerked. This was unfamiliar ground for me. I always thought this was dirty, but his touch felt incredible.

“Oh God! That feels sooo good.” I panted.

He continued and pushed a couple fingers into my wet, wanton pussy, while his tongue probed my anus. I was delirious with pleasure and nearly screaming. This was all new unexplored territory.

“Ahhh... Fuck me! Please fuck me now!”

Did that really come from me? I couldn't recognize my own voice.

Kurt ignored my plea and knelt on the side of the bed, gripping my hair. His bulbous cock-head pressed on my lips. I never liked giving oral sex, but I eagerly opened my mouth and devoured him. I could only manage a few inches stretching my jaw as wide as I could. He didn't seem to mind my novice ability as he started to push in and out. I could taste his pre-cum which only added to my excitement. All my senses were highly charged. 

He inserted his finger in my pussy first and then pushed it in my anus. I grunted as he added another digit. 

“Has your husband ever fucked your ass?”

“Oh heaven no! That’s gross.”

“If you trust me I’m going to take you into a whole new universe. Do you trust me?” Kurt asked pulling a tube out of his nightstand. 

“You’re so big. Won’t that hurt me?”

“If I hurt you I’ll stop. Okay? I want your virgin ass. Will you give it to me?”

“Promise you won’t hurt me?”

Kurt didn’t answer me but inserted lubricant into my opening with a finger. It didn’t feel unpleasant so far. He twisted his fingers and I moaned. It felt like he added yet another finger. 

“You’re ready Jen.”

Before I could realize what was happening, he pushed me to my side and lay beside me. He shifted himself a couple times gaining the right position. Kurt paused to stroke himself as hard as possible and wiped his cock head in my flowing juices. Then… he pushed forward. I felt pressure and a fullness I had never experienced. 

“You okay.”

“Uh huh.”

He backed up and gently moved forward several times. Each thrust pushing deeper and the slight uncomfortable feeling was replaced with pleasurable sensations. Then he seemed to hit some resistance. 

“Jen this your sphincter muscle. I want you to squeeze down as I move past. Okay? How are you doing?”

I squeezed like he said and Kurt pushed completely in with one smooth continuous thrust. It felt different but there was no pain.

“I’m in all the way. What are you sensing?”

“Shut up and fuck me!” I replied. 

Fuck me he did. I had an intense orgasm but in all honesty I like vaginal sex better. I think it will take time to overcome my apprehension.

“Your ass is mine forever,” Kurt said. 

We cuddled and he whispered sweet things to me. Kurt had planed to conquer my body and will but he conquered my heart also. I was more in tune with him than any person I ever met including my husband. How could I be so foolish?

“You ready for more?” 

I was exhausted but I replied, “I’m all yours remember? What’s next?”

 I followed his lead as he lifted me up until I straddled him. I knew what he wanted, but this was all completely foreign to me. Kevin and I had only done missionary before. He was hard as steel as I reached under me and positioned his cock at my entrance. Kurt held my waist to steady me, while I began to lower myself. Even though he was huge, there was very little resistance on my part since I was dripping wet with hours of excitement.

“Oh my lord… you feel good!” Kurt groaned. 

I was erupting again with multiple orgasms. I loved this position. He pumped me faster and I gave up trying to keep up. I placed my hands on his muscled chest to steady myself during his rapid onslaught. After what seemed to be like the longest ride of my life, I felt him tense up as he grabbed my butt. I knew what was coming; I could feel it.

“Don’t close your eyes,” I breathed. “Look at me when you—”

“Fuck, FUCK!”

My words were interrupted by Kurt’s groan, as he filled me up with jet loads of sperm. I was drowning in a sea of blue as I gazed in his eyes and he gave me access into his soul. He’d had kept his eyes open the whole time.  

I collapsed on him in post coital exhaustion: my body and mind both drained.

“Jen, please believe me when I say that was the most fantastic sex I ever had.”

I giggled and peered up at him. “I believe you. I was there too… remember?”

We lay there in silence, while I stared at my body through the ceiling mirror, basking in the moment.

Finally, I asked him, “What happens now?”

“Well…”—Kurt played with my hair—“Give me a few more minutes to recover and we'll see.”

“No, I mean what happens with us now that you've got what you worked so hard for?”

“I don't follow. Explain.”

“Kurt, you told me today that you only seek out relationships with ‘no strings attached,’ which means I'm in a real pickle. I haven't learned to separate sex and emotions like you have.”

“Meaning?”

 “Meaning, the only reason I let this happen is because I've developed feelings for you… real feelings, deep feelings.”

“Jen, I am not a robot. I have feelings for you also… but I told you from the beginning what this was about.” 

“Why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut?” I thought. 

“I… I don't know what to say,” Kurt replied. “I do care for you, Jen. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met—but you're married.”

“So, I'm supposed to have the most mind-blowing sex of my life with this guy that's pulled out all the stops to seduce me and then… just go back to my husband like nothing ever happened?”

He stared at me in silence for what seemed like forever. The fact that he was speechless didn't bode well with me. I knew he had some feelings for me because of his hesitation to bring me to the castle party.

“Answer my question,” I said. “What exactly am I to you? Where do you envision this going?”

“It's complicated. Can't we discuss this later? The night is still young.” He squeezed my breast.

“Really? That's your answer? More sex? Talk to me. I deserve to know if I am more than just a fuck to you.”

He got out of bed and looked down at my nakedness. “What do you want to hear from me? That I love you? That I want you to leave your husband and marry me?”

“What I want is the fucking truth!”

“Jennifer, I was never deceptive with what I wanted. Don't be naïve. I really care for you and it’s been incredible getting to know you. These last few hours have been some of the best sex of my life. I envision us knowing each other personally and professionally for a very long time. Only time will tell.”

“Is that all you care about?” I said in outrage. “Sex and money? There’s more to life than sex!”

“Jennifer, there can’t be anything more between us even if I wanted it to be. Right now I'm not capable of more.”

“So that’s all I am to you then, a fuck?”

“It sounds so tawdry when you put it that way.You will never be just a fuck.”

Stupid, stupid me. I felt so indescribably foolish.

“Thanks for the truth,” I bitterly stated. “If all I am is a fuck, then you better get on with it”—I got out of bed—“Alone.”

“Wait!”

No. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t even look at him. If I did I’d run back and jump in his arms.

“Jennifer!”

The door slammed behind me as I shamelessly headed back to my room, completely in the nude. I didn’t care, though. This was exactly what I needed: I needed to hate him.

What the hell was I thinking? 

How could I ever endanger my marriage and family like that? The only conclusion I could make was that I was temporarily insane while in the presence of Kurt Krause. I had to get away from him. I had to leave this beautiful place. It was turning my life into a living nightmare.

-oOo-

I woke up disoriented and confused as I looked around me and panicked. Last night had not been a dream. The dried semen on my pubes bore testimony of my infidelity. I couldn't comprehend why I had let myself cross so many lines. Lines I never thought possible. As I sat up, propped on a pillow, I glanced at the nightstand clock; it was ten o’clock in the morning. Seven hours of sleep was not enough, but right now all I wanted was coffee. I phoned the service operator and waited for someone to pick up.

“Yes, Frau Sheffield?” said a lady on the other end. “May I help you?”

“Could I get some coffee with two sugars and a splash of cream?”

“Certainly. Do you need anything else?”

I replied, “No just coffee… unless you can provide absolution.”

“Pardon me. What is that?” 

“Never mind. Just the coffee please.”
“As you wish. We will be there shortly.”

-oOo-

I kept wondering if Kurt would pay me a visit or have someone “summon me” on his behalf.

I can’t believe I basically told him I was falling in love with him. 

Disturbingly enough, my confession of feeling for Kurt felt more like a betrayal to my husband than the actual sex. I had emotionally betrayed Kevin by letting myself to develop feelings for Kurt. The guilt was all consuming.

As I got up to grab a robe from the shower, I heard three knocks. My heart began to accelerate as I opened the door and… saw the maid standing there with a tray.

Sigh. False alarm. As if he’d actually come and see me after what happened last night. 

The maid was carrying a tray with coffee and pastries. She was the same one I’d seen in the hallway last night. I guess there was no sense in pretending modesty as my robe fell open taking the tray. 

My life had changed so much in just a week. I wasn’t just in a foreign land that spoke a foreign language, but my own thinking had become foreign to me. Those hours spent in Kurt’s bedroom were sure to cost me dearly. I could still feel him inside of me, and it made me ache in my heart. I was a different woman this morning than I was yesterday: completely conflicted and fallen from grace.  

I sipped my coffee and evaluated myself. My reflection in the mirror looked the same. I knew I couldn’t see an “A” branded on my forehead, but it was certainly etched on my heart: adulterer. I knew despite my self loathing, that if Kurt desired me I would give him little or no resistance. Suddenly a chilling thought washed over me. Did he really possess me?

The outfit I chose was tennis-wear. I quickly dressed and braided my hair into a ponytail. When I looked in the mirror I appeared normal but I knew I was now something else.  

Ready to face the world, I stepped out of my room and headed down the stairs. As I rounded the corner to the study, I suddenly bumped into Kurt. The unintentional collision caused an even bigger impact when I realized who was standing beside him.

“Kevin! What are you doing here?” I was in shock.

My husband looked distressed as he stepped forward. “Jennifer, I made a big mistake.”

I was speechless. All I could do was look down in shame.

“I flew all night to come and save my marriage.Tell me I'm not too late.”

Kurt tried to diffuse things as he said, “Kevin, she loves y—”

“Shut up!” Kevin shouted. “This is between my wife and I. You've done enough!”

“Honey, calm down. We can talk about this,” I pleaded.

Kurt raised his hands in mock surrender as he backed out of the room, avoiding the inevitable confrontation. I was left to deal with my angry husband on my own.   

“Tell me what happened last night,” Kevin asked with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

“Not here Kevin. I’ll tell you in private.”

“I don’t want the details. Just tell me the truth. Did you fuck him?” 

I didn’t answer and stared at the floor.

“Well? Answer me! Did you fuck him?”

Tears flowed and I shamefully answered, “Yes.”

“How could you do this to me? To us?”

I had no convincing excuse. The truth was that I felt horrible.

“Kevin, I am so sorry.”

“Bullshit! You're not sorry! Why lie? You called me two days ago to inform me you were going to whore yourself out to this notorious playboy. When I called back to stop you, it went immediately to voicemail. I called your folks and asked them to watch the kids telling them I was going out of the country on a last-minute business trip… so here I am.”

“Kevin, I love you. I love no other. I don't know what came over me. What happened between Kurt and me was just sex and nothing more.” I knew that was a lie. 

“So, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Kevin! Don’t ask that. I told you I’m sorry.”

“I guess that's it then, right? We’re done? Ten years of marriage tossed away like yesterday's garbage.”

“Honey, don’t say that.” I tried to reach for his arm, which only seemed to repel him as he backed away from me as if I was contagious with a disgusting disease.

“I'm gonna get sole custody of the kids. You're unfit to be their mother, you cheap whore!”

Oh no he didn’t… 

“Don’t you dare call me that!” I screamed in rage to mask my hurt. “I may have made my fair share of mistakes but I am not a whore! Nor am I an unfit mother!”

“You fucked him!”

“You told me to, you hypocritical asshole!”

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy now?”

“Yes! Yes, you are! Both of you! If anything I’ve become a victim of your tag-team brainwashing and mind fuckery!”

“Mind fuckery? I know I was wrong to send you on this trip but it was you spreading your legs like a whore.”

“You’ve both manipulated me!” I broke down in tears.

My hands were trembling as adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was fight or flight, and I was choosing to fight. I was defending my dignity as a woman, as a wife, as an individual.

“I didn’t force you to hop on his cock and go for a ride!”

“You didn’t fight for me, either! You were complacent, Kevin. That alone was your most grievous crime. You didn’t tell me to come home, Instead, you were all too happy to give me a hall-pass to sleep with another man.”

“That wasn’t my intent. I trusted you.” 

You’re the last person to point the finger at me and question my morality. If anything, you’re the one with the broken moral compass. Face the mirror, darling. You’re far from a saint. A real man would never want to share his wife or bargain her as part of a business deal.” 

He seemed stunned by my words. But I had to speak up for myself. I knew I wasn’t entirely free of guilt, but neither was he.

“How could I ever trust you again?” he said. “How long before you'd cheat on me?”

“It’s not cheating! When your husband tells you to go stay with another man. Especially a man that openly told you what he intended! Yeah, I know about your talk with Kurt after he saw me on video.”

Kevin  looked shocked at that and said, “I made a mistake!”

“So did I sweetheart! People make mistakes!”

I watched my husband pace the hall in frustration while I stood there with tears flooding my face.

“Please don't destroy what we spent a decade to build. I love you and I  love our family. I'd die without you and my children. How can I prove that I love you and I’m committed to us? What can I do to make this right?”

A few minutes seemed to pass as Kevin thought over his response. He is a very pragmatic man and usually thinks things through. 

 “I'll do anything to save our marriage. I can't justify what I did. After we went months without intimacy I was vulnerable and should have never agreed to any of this. I should’ve booked an appointment for therapy right away. I knew we had serious issues.”

Finally Kevin shouldered some of the responsibility and confessed, “You’re not entirely to blame. I’m your husband, I’m supposed to protect you, not bargain you as part of a business deal.”

“Just please give us a chance, Kevin.” A painful lump began to form at the back of my throat while I wept uncontrollably. “I’m so scared that you’ll never be able to look at me the same again. I’m not sure if I can even face myself after what I’ve done.”

A warm look of compassion washed over my husband’s face as he enveloped me in his arms. “Jennifer, you’re my whole life. I know I neglected you and I'm sorry for that, truly sorry. I don't know if we’re repairable, but if there is a chance, you must leave with me now. I have a cab waiting.”

Kevin walked over to Kurt with a manila envelope and said, “Here's your fucking contract. My wife is not for sale at any price. I never should’ve allowed any of this and  guess I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life, but you will never touch her again. Keep your fucking money.” 

“Actually we have a contract and you will honor it. Jennifer never was part of the deal. Nice seeing you, Kevin. Have a safe flight back.”

With that, Kevin took my hand and just as we were about to leave, Kurt called out to me.

“Oh, and Jennifer…”

I stopped and listened but refused to look back.

“I lied.”

Kevin looked at me with confusion.

“When you asked me to be honest last night,” Kurt continued. “… I lied.”

“What is he talking about?” Kevin asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. “Let’s go, we have a plane to catch.” 

Epilogue 

Back home our relationship was strained, but I tried to be the wife I should have been before this mess. My newfound sexual prowess slowly took effect on Kevin. After two years we were still in counseling but we were also now enjoying an active and frequent love life. I’m not saying that Kevin suddenly transformed into Kurt—no one could, but I was happy.

I found employment with a famous interior designer shortly after I got home. I found it strange how they had contacted me for an interview almost as soon as we arrived home from Germany. Marlena had said that I was highly recommended by an anonymous partner. I’d had my suspicions as to whom that recommendation came from.

Kevin finally made general partner and did so without sacrificing his time with his family. I guess you never appreciate what you have until you almost lose it.

From time to time I still think about Kurt and those last words he said to me before I left. Those two words haunted me every day and I could never tell Kevin about it.

I lied… 

Was it truly possible? Could the notorious Kurt Krause really be capable of feeling? Had he fallen in love with me?

These were questions that would go unanswered. I made my decision clear when I left Germany with my husband. I meant it when I told him that I was committed to our marriage and family one hundred percent. I guess Kurt was like a virus that I could never get rid of. He had infected me, and the symptoms of that infection were resting, dormant inside of me... forever.

The End

Much thanks to Mina (Sweetestsins) for her time to edit