enlightenment

When she wakes up the next day, her boyfriend is already at work since he works the early shift, and she gets herself ready and has some breakfast. Afterward, she goes to work as well. In doing so, she accidentally took the business card of the strange man with her. She tries to concentrate, but it's difficult for her, which is only too understandable after the incident at the hotel.

During her break in the break room, alone with herself, she notices that she brought the business card of the strange man with her. She slowly pulls it out, looking at it almost trembling as if it were something forbidden. After a moment in which her heart beats faster, she decides to take out her phone and

slowly, almost ritually, enter the number. Before she can think twice, she presses the green button, and it rings – seconds that feel like an eternity. Then, before she can hang up, the call goes through.

Sophia doesn't even know what she wants to say. But from the other side, she already hears a calm, almost expectant "Hello? Sophia. I knew you would call."

Sophia swallows. The strange man on the other end of the line takes a deep breath, and she can feel him grinning even though she can't see it. "Your memory is better than I thought," he continues. "Or your desire stronger."

She freezes. "I told my boyfriend," she stammers, her voice barely

more than a whisper. "I want to end it now."

Silence. Then a soft, almost amused laugh. "What should be ended? We've only just started to play. The card was just the invitation. And you've redeemed it, haven't you?"

"End meaning... I don't want to feel this way anymore. So... you." She struggles for air.

"Then hang up," he replies calmly. "But you're calling because you can't. Because you want what you can't have. And you mustn't forget who makes the rules here."

She can't believe it. There's no reproach in his voice, only understanding that forces her to stay attentive even more.

"You want to forget, don't you?" he continues. "Good. Here is my address. Come in three days. If you still want it to stop then – then it will stop." Without another word, he hangs up.

Sophia remains sitting, staring at her phone. Her heart is pounding. Part of her screams that she should run immediately and forget everything. Another part whispers that she now wants to know what happens next – what he means by her.

In the three days until the appointment, she moves as if in a trance. She talks little with Kilian, knows that she has confessed, but it doesn't feel as if her guilt is diminishing because of it. On the contrary. The burning with which she thinks of the stranger becomes stronger. She even dreams of him, of how he looks at her, how he

touches her, and wakes up startled, wet and trembling on her own body.

About five minutes before the appointment, she finally stands in front of his house. It's a simple single-family home in a quiet street. Children are playing next door. Far too normal for what she expects. She hesitates, wants to ring the doorbell – but he already opens the door as if he knows when she's coming.

His smile is not friendly. He waves her in without saying a word. She follows him into the living room. He pulls a chair from the table. "Sit down. No please. An order. She does it.

He sits opposite her, leans forward. "I knew you would come. Didn't I, Sophia?" She nods slowly.

"You look so serious today. Tell me, little girl – do you really want it to stop? Do you never want to feel again how you melt under my hands?" His gaze is intense, almost hypnotic.

"Yes," she says. "I don't want to feel this way anymore."

"You see? You're lying to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You don't really want it to stop. You just want your bad conscience to stop stinking."

She wants to say something, but he continues speaking, pulling every certainty out of her. "What does your heart say, Sophia? And what does your body say?" He leans even closer. "I'll show you one last thing – then you can go. If you still want to then."

Her lips open, but no sound comes out. He offers her his hand. She doesn't want to take it, but does it anyway. He leads her out of the living room, down a staircase, along an uncomfortable corridor, until they reach a dark door.

He opens it and gently pushes her inside. What she sees there takes her breath away.

Sophia stands motionless in the doorway. Her gaze glides over the unusual surroundings: The walls are painted in a deep red, the ceiling reflects her frozen face, and the floor is covered with black rubber. Her eyes wander to the anchor points on the walls, to the chains hanging there, and to the cross with restraints for hands and feet. A cabinet with glass doors reveals sex toys and objects that she

can't name. A bed stands in the middle of the room, at each corner restraints or prayer cushions can be seen. Sophia has heard about it or sometimes read about it in conversations, but she has never really seen it.

The stranger rolls up his shirt and says in a commanding voice: "Let's see what a good girl you really are. I promise you that what I did to you in the hotel was a triviality. Be a good girl now and undress, slowly and deliberately, so that I can look at you."

He begins to slowly circle her. She knows it's not a request, but an order. She doesn't actually want to go through with it, but also feels no resistance. With slow

movements, she takes off her T-shirt, pulls down her pants, takes off her shoes, and stands next to them. The man and his smile become icier and he says: "I mean everything." In his words lies no longer a command, but almost a threat: "If you don't do this, then something worse will happen."

She swallows with a lump in her throat and begins with a slightly trembling voice to take off the bra and panties she is wearing. Now completely naked, she holds one hand to her breast and the other to her vagina. The man suddenly stops in his circle, standing in front of her, removes both her hands from her breast and vagina, so that she now stands bare.

With a certainty in his voice he says: "That's better now." He says it with a satisfied voice. He looks at her for a

while and must inspect every millimeter of her naked skin.

He asks her with a gentle voice: "What feeling are you feeling right now?"

She hesitates a moment and answers quietly: "Shame."

He smiles and says: "This answer is not quite direct. For this answer that I don't like, you should be punished." He runs a strand over her cheek with his other hand and says with a gentle, determined voice: "Kneel down."

A certain shiver goes through her body and she hesitates a moment, but she follows his instruction and kneels down in front of him. He slowly moves his hand down,

takes her hair and pulls it back, so that her face turns upward and she can see herself in the mirrors on the ceiling. With his other hand, he opens his pants and takes out his semi-erect penis.

"You will now suck it as punishment," he says. With his hand on her hairline, he slowly leads her to his penis. He presses his glans against her lips, so that her lipstick smears on the glans. She unwillingly opens her mouth slightly as he enters her. Deep inside her to the hilt, which immediately makes her gag. With his hand on her hairline, he now moves her head in and out again and again, always to her limits and to his end. She begins to turn slightly and her makeup runs from her tears, but it doesn't just feel shameful, but also

relieving. She tries again and again to pull him out and cough, but he has her so much under control that she can offer little resistance. Meanwhile, he becomes faster and moans softly. Saliva comes out of her mouth and she tries to suppress her gag reflex as his penis is deep in her throat.

With a final moan and thrust, he pushes his penis to the last point inside her and squirts into her throat. He lets go of her, she pulls his penis out and begins to cough slightly. Gagging and semen drips onto her breasts. He grabs her hairline and pulls her up, so that he can see her from above. He smiles and says: "You did that nicely." He says to her: "Stand up again," before she can react, he takes her arms and pulls her up. With one word he says:

"Follow me" and goes to the cross on the wall. He says: "Stand in front of the cross."

She does it immediately. With quick movements that surprise Sophia, he restrains one hand to one side of the cross, the other hand to the other side of the cross and the feet together at the lower end of the cross. He looks at her for a whole little while, nods briefly and goes to the cabinet, gets a feather that she knows from the hotel, and says: "Do you still know this feather, how you pretended with lust in front of it? Other things out." He goes back to her and deliberately strokes a line under the armpit with the feather to the hip. She flinches and lets out a soft gasp. She says quietly: "No."

"Your body says something different. It doesn't lie like your tongue," he says as he

runs the feather over her body.

He begins again to draw lines over the entire upper body with the feather, so that she begins to gasp again and her nipples become stiff. Meanwhile, he becomes more demanding with the feather, while she can no longer compose herself, wriggles and almost laughs. Meanwhile, he concentrates more and more on her beautiful, stiff nipples, even takes his second hand and begins to knead her breasts, which excites her even more. Her cheeks become beautifully rosy and warm, her breathing becomes faster and more uncontrolled. Meanwhile, his smile becomes more dangerous and more satisfying.

He stops and she calms down again, but only for a very short time. He now takes a device with suction cups and a brush. He

attaches them to both her nipples and presses the button, whereby the device activates immediately and the brushes that are directly on the nipples begin to move slowly in a circle, so that the nipples are permanently stimulated. Her breasts begin to move through the stimulation. Then he takes a second device that looks completely different, like a clamp, but with technology behind it. He bends down, spreads her thighs apart and clamps it directly on her clitoris. He also presses the button and a gentle vibration comes out of the device, so that her clitoris is also stimulated, but in gentle vibrations. One can see how she becomes red and wet. Meanwhile, she moans softly and breathes shallowly and quickly. But with this setting, she will not come to orgasm.

He now has a small remote control in his

hand with which he controls both devices. He roughly grabs her chin and makes her look into his eyes again, which are already glassy and blank. With a gentle voice he says: "I will now ask a few questions. If I notice that you don't answer the questions honestly, I will bring you to just before orgasm and then wait until you give an honest answer. Do you understand that?"

Her eyes are already somewhat glassy and she continues to moan softly with shallow breath, but she nods once briefly. He just says "good" and then the first question is: "What are you feeling right now?" That was the question he always asked at the beginning. She stares blankly into the room and says: "Fear." Which is also true in this moment, as she feels great fear, since she doesn't know what else he wants to do with her and she has no control. But it's not the

answer he wanted, because besides fear, there is also arousal.

He examines her for a short moment and then presses a button on the remote control. The brushes on the nipples and the clamp on the clitoris begin to turn and vibrate at a faster rhythm, at different speeds and rhythms. She moans louder and faster, her beads of sweat stand on her skin, her eyes become even glassier as the stimulation becomes so intense that she forgets everything around her and moves more and more towards orgasm. She breathes faster and faster, moans moistly, you can really hear how she makes scratching noises with her restraints, the orgasm gets closer and closer. She feels as if she only had to take one more step in a marathon, just one small step to the stimulation that

would take her over the edge and bring her to the orgasm she wants. But really just before the goal, just before the last step, he presses the button and the devices fall silent. In this emptiness, she doesn't come to rest, her body calms down again and she begins to breathe deeper. In this moment, she feels that she wants the orgasm so much that a real longing arises.

"Now I would like the right answer," he says with a determined voice.

Breathing heavily, she looks at him and has to really focus to get words out of her mouth. She just says: "Arousal."

The man just smiles and says: "Good. The second question is: Where does the arousal come from? Does it come from the stimulation of the body or is it

because of how I treat you?"

She says panting, quietly with a trembling voice: "The second."

The man smiles and says: "One of the rules understood. Good. The next and last question is perhaps also the most complex: What do you want from me?" He waits for the answer, while she thinks extremely thoughtfully about it. Finally she says: "I don't know."

He just says: "Wrong answer" and presses the button again. The brush begins to turn and the clamp on the clitoris begins to vibrate, directly in an intense, pulsating rhythm that quickly brings her to her limits again and makes her moan. Again and again, faster and faster, her beads of sweat spread, you can hear

again how she pulls and rattles on the restraints and tries to free herself from the restraints, but of course it doesn't work. The orgasm comes closer and closer, more and more intense, the devices give her no break, they demand her, until she is stimulated from bottom to top, until the orgasm is again standing before the door and knocking. She can hardly wait for it and feels only a small piece of the stimulation, which then stops again by a button press on his remote control. Just before relief is taken away again, she looks at him with a "no" look while breathing heavily and her limbs hang somewhat limp.

"Second try." she says "I don't really know" he answers "Pull yourself together," he says. "'I don't know' is not an answer. Make an effort." He presses the button, the

brushes become slower and the vibrator on the clitoris immediately starts again to turn and vibrate intensely, so that she could hardly recover and immediately starts to wriggle and moan and the orgasm comes closer again. She experiences for the second time a longing to cross the threshold, that it almost becomes a pleading. The whole body trembles, moans, sweat runs down, more and more and more intense. The orgasm is again beautifully standing before the door and knocking to enter. It is only a very small step that needs to be taken. She feels that the orgasm wants to come out, how liberating it would feel, how everything fizzles out and becomes empty. There is only one wish, one thought, that it must come and should come.

But just before the orgasm he presses the

button and doesn't allow her to experience the orgasm. She breathes heavily with a trembling body, really wants it, her voice trembles, she begs him: "Please, please let me come, I can't anymore, I need it, I can't anymore."

"One word. You will come when you give me this answer," he replies.

She breathes heavily and says: "Because I want to be a good girl."

He takes his hand and moves a strand away from her sweat-soaked cheek and says to her: "Yes, you are." He presses the button and the stimulation comes. She begins to pant beautifully, faster and faster. Her brain becomes really empty and only wants one thing, needs to come. You can really

see it, the orgasm comes closer and closer. It feels almost so intense until it only needs little things until she comes. She already expects him to press the button and everything stops, but he doesn't press the button, and so the orgasm comes in an expectant blow that empties her entire head and makes her scream as if she were fighting for her survival. Her face turns bright red until she can no longer scream, her body trembles at a frequency that cannot be natural. The restraints squeak and creak as she moves and wriggles uncontrollably. Her entire head is only empty now, and the only thing left of her is an empty shell that has nothing to do with her old character. Because she now knows that she is his ****.