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Miss Spiteful's War

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The Dominafuhrer 1952
Miss Spiteful's Gold

Give My Regards To Bremen
Storm Takes A Bow
Two Long Winters
Bonnie Ingrid Of The Argylls
A Soldier's Wife For Me
What Became Of The Lively Ladies?
Walter's Warning
Castanelli Meets The Order
Kelly From Calgary
Three On The Bed
Solace For Solitaire
The Early Morning Tease Maid
The Chevvy With The Fritz On Top
J Edgar Hoovering
Signals From The Past
Gold In The Grave
Morning In Manhattan
Six Hatch A Plan
Back To Berlin
Two Little Girls From School Are We
Spoiling Miss Spiteful
The Taming Of The Slave
Kaffee At KaDeWe
Sugar's Stroll In The Park
The Checkpoint Chorus
The GDR People's Silvery Moon
Into The Tomb
The Festival Is Over
The Stasi At Night
Seraph Revealed
Old Photographs Never Lie
A Fair Exchange For Freedom
The Night Porter
Kelly's Heroines
Surgery En Suite
A Stiffie For Sapphire
The Torturous Twins
A Stilletto Up The Back
News From The East
We're Going To Wedding
Rudi's Revels
Down In The Dungeon
Nappies, Knots and Needles
Walkies With Alfred
Black Marcius For Miss Spiteful
The Return Of The Dominant 7
Grab Your Knickers And Run
Vive La France
Showdown With Seraph

The Stories of Yvonne Sinclair

Alice And Anna
On The Beach
The Bisley Boy
Silk Stockings On A Ladder
A Merry Ferry Christmas
Stella and Fanny

The Sacred Feminine

The Sacred Feminine

The Story Of T

Arrival At The Institute

Julia

An Introduction

VO Stories

Jenny
Miss Malcahy's Detention
Nine and a Half Hours

The Weight Loss
Programme

I Sign A Contract

The Convict

The Convict

Stories

65
A Caning By Miss Spiteful
Always On The Bare
A Visit To Greenwich
At My Lady's Pleasure
Ball Shackle Story
Charles
George
I Met Claire In A Coffee Shop
Judicial Bastinado
Kevin's Poem
Kim
Long Weekend
Long Weekend Conclusion
My Visit
Penitence
Plimsolls
Robin's Electrical Torture
Shoeshine Boy
Slave To The Cane
The Basement
The Colony
The Escape Artist
The Huntress Caning
The Language School
The Worm's View
Webb Encounters
Z

The Bossy Bank Women

A Judicial Punishment

The Valkyrie

Episode 1

Norseland

The Vision
The Agreement
First Blood

EXIT

EXIT THIS SITE

The Dominafuhrer - MISS SPITEFUL'S GOLD

Episode 44 - Walkies With Albert

September 1952

I grimaced and turned to my slave who was standing next to me, naked except for a leather collar and a pair leather cuffs holding his arms behind his back.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“My name ith Alfred, Mithtreth and I am tho pleathed that you chothe me ath your thlave,” he lisped in an effeminate voice. I choked and then laughed. My SS poster man was a Schwule!

“Break it up, you two!” Sugar called out from the microphone. “There’s plenty of time for that later.”

Stiletto and Solitaire reluctantly disengaged and, taking further bows, retired to two more chairs that had been placed opposite those of Sapphire and Natalya. The stagehands pushed Gertha and her frame and the stake, with the still gibbering Bruno, to the back of the stage and placed a solitary wooden armchair in the middle.

“Now,” Sugar began again. “I want to introduce you to a very special young lady. She was a novice here for three years, but you had to be very unlucky to meet her. She worked with me in Bremen for another three years and made a name for herself there until she ran off and married a Scottish Soldier.”

That produced a cheer from some of the audience when she repeated it in English and my heart sank when I remembered seeing soldiers from the Royal Scots Fusiliers in the queue upstairs. (David had made me memorise the uniforms and badges of all the Scottish regiments.) I just hoped that, in the future, I never met any of the ones that were here tonight.

“So, give a big welcome back to Miss Storm and her slave Alfred!”

I gulped and put my foot on the first step. Miss Spiteful, who had managed to get her glass refilled, raised it to me in salute and Kelly squeezed my arm before giving me a wet kiss.  I smiled nervously, clipped a chain onto Alfred’s collar, and climbed the rest of the steps as the band launched into the ‘Thunder and Lightning Polka’.

The spotlight dazzled me and I walked blindly past the other Girls and Natalya as they applauded, tugging Alfred behind me, and hoping that I didn’t march off the end of the stage.

Sugar gave me an encouraging pat as she retired past me and I decided to stop there until my eyesight cleared. I was surprised at the amount of applause that I was receiving and waved my whip in acknowledgement.

Desperately trying to remember the programme that I had worked out with Miss Spiteful and Sugar, I started by giving Alfred six of the best on his bare bottom and then sat down in the armchair. Alfred crouched in front of me and, when I raised my booted right leg, began licking it from the toe upwards, to the strains of ‘Stormy Weather’.

While he did that and then moved on to the left leg, I took the opportunity to look out over the room. The farther reaches now seemed deserted, apart from the queues for the bars and the toilets and more people were coming down the staircases to join the closely packed masses around the stage.

Fighting back my stage fright, I gave Alfred another six strokes before tossing the whip to the far end of the stage. My slave scampered after it on all fours and returned it to me in his mouth to laughter from the audience. I played with him for a few minutes, lifting his chin and his genitals with the tip of my whip, and then viciously kicking him with my boot and sending him sprawling.  I stood over Alfred, giving him some more kicks and strokes of the whip, and then hauled him to his feet by the chain. I was surprised to see that he was grinning broadly and had an enormous erection and decided to change the end of my programme.

Forcing Alfred, back to his knees, I gave him another kicking and beating and then took him for ‘walkies’ around the edge of the stage. When we came to the potty that Manfred had used earlier, I kicked it gently into the middle of the stage and enough splashed out for the audience to realise that it had not been emptied. I pulled Alfred up to it and then, with the sole of my boot on the back of his head, pressed downwards until his face was touching the surface of the yellow liquid.

“Auflecken!” I commanded and Alfred’s tongue lapped obediently at the urine. After the initial groans of disgust, the audience started to laugh and then applaud and I waved my whip to them again. Alfred was still happily drinking when I used my boot again to push his face below the surface, displacing Manfred’s piss over the sides of bowl, and I made him suck up all the liquid before driving him off the stage with my whip.

The applause was generous but I scarcely noticed it and collapsed, feeling very light headed, into my armchair when it had been moved to alongside Sapphire.

She leaned over and touched me on the knee. “Nice touch with the nachttopf. No matter how much something disgusts people, they are still fascinated by it.”

The stagehands were assembling a huge, solid looking Whipping frame and Sugar was standing by the microphone, looking anxiously at the dense crowd pressing against the side of the stage. The sea of faces stretched back, well into the darkness, and security guards were trying to direct the flow of people still coming down the staircases to where there was less of a crush.

“This is the moment you have been waiting for,” Sugar began as the stagehands departed. “Watch and tremble and have a wichsen as well if you need one and have got the room to do it down there. She’s bad! She’s beautiful! She was the biggest bitch in Berlin and now she’s back! Your Dominafuhrer has returned! Here she is; Miss Spiteful and her personal slave Kelly!”



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