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The Initiation
A warm summer day in Hanau, West Germany, 1985.
I was told I had a phone call and when I went to the CQ desk it was my German girlfriend, Amy. She asked me if I wanted to go to a private party that night. It was in Wurzburg and it was a special party. It was to be an initiation for a new female member of a BDSM group.
I had developed an interest in Ds in my senior year in high school. In a reaction to the absurd rules and regulations in place in school at the time I began voraciously reading erotica of all sorts. It was mostly Grove Press stuff, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lots of Henry Miller. Then I stumbled upon the Story of O. That was all she wrote. I found the story of the training and use of the lovely O so incredibly exciting I knew this was where my future lie.
Now this being the 'Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice' period of sexual liberation in western Massachusetts, it wasn't that hard to find some willing playmates equally interested in exploring the synergies possible in BDSM. But it was essentially light play. Somewhat clumsy explorations on the fringes of Ds land, and little more.
But this should be interesting. Germany was a land of contrasts. Long, dark dresses on the ladies in the Bavarian winter but full frontal nudity on television. Strict standards of behavior and conduct but the married ladies took off their wedding rings and almost anything went during Fasching, the pre-Lenten German carnival.
And I knew from a quick perusal of the German news stands and bookstores that pretty much anything went as far as name your fetish was concerned. The German Ds scene was wild, open, accessible, real, up close and personal...and at least in the mid 1980's thankfully without the online Ds game-playing now endemic to the US scene.
I knew Amy had a kinky side. One day we were walking along a riverside on a beautiful summer day when she grabbed my hand, dragged me up an almost hidden trail farther into the woods and then dropped to the ground and demanded that I take her there....anally. So here I was taking Amy from behind, pile driving my cock into her tight little asshole, using her hair like the reins of a horse and sounding like a grizzly bear with a deep sub-woofer like growl when I came...hard.
Yes, this party was going to be interesting. It went without saying that without Amy's presence, there was no way an American, an "Ami' in German slang, would be allowed in. We showed up at this very nice home in an obviously upscale neighborhood 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.The houses were large, wide and flat, on only on or two split levels.
I noticed right away that the cars parked in the area were not cheap. Top of the line Mercedes and Beemers mostly. As we walked in we found ourselves in a huge foyer, as big as many great rooms I've seen. There were three low marble coffee table like things with pillows on them and many towels strewn about.
The host came out and in rapid fire German said that everybody had to get nude, totally nude. Purses, wallets and other valuables were locked away and guarded.
I didn't expect to HAVE to get nude but figured 'when in Rome' and stripped down.
Next the ladies, and there were some VERY nice ladies there, were asked to lie down on the pillows on the coffee tables. Amy was one of them. Towels were carefully slid under their butts and I knew the fun was about to begin. For each lady two guys gently lifted and spread their legs and these three other guys came out with something in their hands.
I didn't even know what they were called back then. I've since learned that they were pastry bags. And they were filled with half formed lime green jello. Sliding the nozzle into each lady's pussy, the guys began to squeeze the chilly substance into each pussy. The ladies squealed and wiggled. The pastry bags were removed and the ladies were told to hold onto the jello. 'Easy for you to say' Amy replied.
Suddenly, very quickly 6 guys ran out. Each had a straw in their mouth. 'Got it' I thought. Yep. They paired off 2 guys to a lady and inserted the straws into the pussies...and began to suck. The reaction was wild. One lady started laughing..and shaking...and cumming......all at the same time. Amy just squealed her pleasure. The third was cumming hard over and over..like a machine gun. What a great way to break the ice, I thought. And we all went inside.
The guest of honor lay before us. She was gorgeous. Apparently the wife of a current male member of the club. She looked like a young Elke Sommer and had a great body and a beautiful pussy with the kind of pussy lips that lie spread open like the wings of an angel. I could clearly see those pussy lips because she was laid out and strapped down to an OB-Gyn table, with her feet up in stirrups. I immediately nicknamed her 'Angel'.
Around her a crowd stood, maybe 3-4 guys, 3-4 ladies. And every one of them was either massaging the initiate, feeling her up, pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, sucking on something, or generally enjoying the helplessly bound feast that lie before them. It was fun to watch, especially as Angel was absolutely forbidden to cum. Every time she would get close she would ask permission to cum and it would be denied. The crowd would momentarily stop, then start all over again.
Angel's heat and frustration were obvious. She strained against the leather straps, her chest was flushed, her breathing was labored. Amy said something in German to the lady next to her and some lubricant was passed to me. I rubbed it generously over my right hand and starred at those pussy lips. I was going in. I was going to try to fist Angel. Obviously a physical and cultural exchange of critical importance.
'Say Ahh' I said, and inserted 2 fingers into her. She was tight but soaking wet and I began to work more fingers in as Angel began to arch her back off the table. But at that point, just as I was really beginning to enjoy the party, the host appeared and we all had to stop. He was dressed in a Dr Feelgood getup. Nude but for a medical mask, a speculum, and an enema kit.
Announcing his intentions, he proceeded to inset the enema nozzle in Angel's lovely ass, released the clamp holding the fluid and slowly controlled its filling of Angel's bowels. We watched as Angel's stomach actually started to expand. She was taking a very heavy load. Bag empty, Dr Feelgood inserted a sturdy butt plug, and admonished Angel not to spill a drop. Angel was in a bad way, groaning under the pressure in her innards.
He then inserted the speculum into Angel's cunt, slowly spread her wide open and peered into her with the aid of a penlight flashlight. The flashlight was passed around and we were all invited to take an up close and personal look at Angel's most private parts. It was fun. Informative even.
Then it was time. the crowd was allowed to have at it with Angel again, but only from the waist up. The rest, for now, belonged to DR Feelgood. She was told to be sure NOT to cum without permission. He pulled out what looked like an over sized pocket rocket, maybe 5 inches long, and went to work.
The effect was magical! It was my first lesson in how the pressure from the contents of an enema bag can greatly increase the sensitivity of the clit. And that was an understatement.
As Feelgood ran the vibe over Angel's legs, feet and breasts, she was obviously loving it. But anytime he came close to her groin, around her stomach for example, Angel would tense up, she would start ..well..levitating off the table....only thing holding her down were the straps. Her clit was so sensitized she could feel the vibe when it was a foot away from her pussy. 'Note to self', I thought, 'don't ever forget this!'.
This went on for a long while, each time Feelgood forbade Angel from cumming. Then he announced, 'Its time' and grabbed ahold of the string fastened to Angel's butt plug and began to move the vibe in circles closer and closer to Angel's groin.
Angel became even more rigid..she was truly lifting off the table......her stomach muscles were rippling and she was speaking in tongues...... This was going to be impressive!
Feelgood slowed his movements and the vibe slowly circled the clit. Angel was begging, pleading for permission to cum....she needed the release more than she needed air at that point and her chest heaved with desire. She was being driven crazy with lust.
Then it happened. Feelgood placed the vibe DIRECTLY on Angel's clit. Angel let out a banshee scream and Feelgood yanked the buttplug out of her ass.
Angel's scream reached a crescendo. She arched her back and exploded.
Yes! I was impressed.
The initiation had begun.
So the initiation party had gotten off to a rousing start and it promised to be a wild and crazy night. I made my way around the very nice home and tried my survivor phrase German out on the locals. What I found amusing was that not only did the local Germans appreciate somebody trying to speak their language but they took the opportunity to answer back in English, a language that many studied in school. So it worked out nicely both ways. But safe to say that much of the communication that night was non verbal.
The action shifted to a large great room which looked out onto a veranda and pool. Around the great room were a victorian cross, a 'lover's chair', a few benches and tables, 2 cages, the usual couches and armchairs. Music was blasting through a great sound system and the sounds of the 80's, The Police, Crowded House and more provided the backdrop for the wild goings on.
Some were dancing, others with all hands exploring, probing and caressing were essentially having sex standing up. One man had his female sub laid out on a round table. He had pulled up a table, placed the lady's feet up on his shoulders, and was leisurely eating her pussy and tongue fucking her asshole. Back and forth, for a very long time. The sub did not seem to be in the mood to ask him to stop anytime this century.
Over on the couch, Dr Feelgood, who apparently WAS a real MD, was giving lessons and demonstrations on manipulating the famed Grafenburg spot. There was no shortage of volunteer gushers and the ladies were wriggling and squealing with delight as the Doctor did his best via the palpitation of the correct pressure points to get them to gush. Some dribbled a few drops amidst intense orgasms. Others gushed several feet with the experience leaving them breathless and shaking.
One male submissive was tied to the cross and his Domme was working him over with a violet wand. His head was tilted back and he his back arched as the electricity dancing across his genitals provided what I am sure were some interesting sensations.
The lady to be initiated was in the lover's chair. This was a chair made out of red tubular steel with stirrups similar to a gyno table and a bench strategically placed between the stirrups. It allowed the assumption of various positions and facilitated easy access to a variety of holes and pleasure centers. Angel had been strapped to the chair, her legs spread wide and both holes were easily accessible.
Somebody had attached tens unit patches to her nipples, the inside of her inner thighs high up by her pussy and one placed just above her clit. Apparently a mild, rhythmic current was flowing as Angel's hips were gently but regularly moving to the feel of that electric drumbeat.
Other folks had been fastening a very long line of clothespins to her in the longest such chain I had ever seen. The pins were connected by a long string. It reminded me of the world record attempts at toppling dominoes. The string ran up one side of her body, around her breasts, down the the other side and then back to each nipple. Where they were fastened right over the patches for the tens unit.
Others were working her over with a variety of dildoes and vibrators.
She was not allowed to cum under the threat of a severe single tail lashing. One lady was sliding a vibrating egg on the end of a long stalk into Angel's pussy and was leisurely stirring it around and moving it in and out while she alternately sucked on Angel's clit. When Angel would beg permission to cum, everyone would freeze and allow Angel to descend a bit before resuming the erotic torture.
In front of Angel was her husband with two eager subbies playing with him. One was on her knees in front of him feeding upon his cock while the other was on her knees behind him spreading his ass cheeks and tongue fucking his asshole.
Watching all this from her vantage point in the chair, Angel was in a bad way. She was sweating profusely and started to scream for somebody, anybody to fuck her and provide her with some release. "Anybody" , she kept saying over and over in German, "Fuck me, please!!!""" It was an incredibly hot scene to witness.
Her prayers were answered in the form of....Ernst. Ernst's nickname roughly translated to 'Horse Cock' and he certainly lived up to his nick. Roughly 12 inches and as big around as my wrist, Ernst was prepared for action. He moved forward and straddled the seat at the base of the lover's chair. Angel's legs framed him as he studied her prone figure. She was gasping now, her chest was flushed and she was glancing nervously at Ernst's huge cock, not sure if this was an experience to be anticipated or feared.
Two subbies grabbed ahold of Ernst's cock and positioned it at the entrance to Angel's cunt. Everyone stopped to watch this dramatic and even historic occasion. I expected to hear a drum roll. Instead, the sounds of 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood thundered through the room. If you've ever seen the video for this song...well this was the perfect soundtrack!
Ernst inched forward just a tad and Angel gasped as the monster cock slid just inside her outer lips. A bit more movement forward now and Angel was beginning to feel her pussy ever so slowly being stretched....to the max. Ernst's breathing increased and he began to slide deeper into Angel's cunt. It was an awesome site...Angel's pussy stretched wide almost seemed to have a life of its own and was grabbing onto the horse cock. Angel looked like she was going to pass out and begged permission to cum. "No, not yet" replied one male Dom and he upped the current on the tens unit as a reminder that she was not to cum unless given permission.
Angel was frantic now...her every muscle seemed to be straining against the straps...her toes were curled..her chest became even redder. Ernst was slowly fucking her ...driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Angel's husband watched with an obvious delight. He loved to see his wife used like this and wondered if even his fisting her those few times could have matched this sensation.
Ernst began to pile drive now. Grunting loudly, he was seriously driving hard into her, using her legs as leverage. Angel's mouth opened once again and an animal like sound came out that could have been her asking once again for permission to cum. But at that point it barely sounded human.
Then I heard it' 'Yah' said the DungeonMaster and Angel's mouth opened, her body tensed and she began to let out this scream. With that, Ernst could no longer hold on and he literally exploded into her with such force that cum was being forced back out of her cunt around Ernst's cock. At that exact moment the DungeonMaster pulled the cord on the long line of clothespins and they ripped off her body in series.
That moment is suspended in time for me...the imagery...the sounds....the animal sex smell.....Angel's being totally helpless, filled, used and enjoyed ....Ernst pile-driving into her sweating, heaving form....the total debauchery that was going on all around me....that final explosion of orgasmic fury.....incredible.
I knew I had arrived...in Dsland.
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