Trixie or the WG

Part 2

Chapter 8 At the Gravel Works

The next morning they were again awakened very early by Antje. Antje told them to eat a hearty breakfast because the day was going to be quite busy. Then she gave them all simple T-shirts that barely reached their buttocks. After breakfast, they drove down to the underground garage together.

Karin once again climbed into the trunk of Antje's car after taking off her T-shirt. But Antje then suggested that Trixie keep her company there. Trixie also took off her t-shirt and tried to get into the trunk. It was extremely tight, but eventually she made it. The other three then boarded the car and they drove off. Trixie, of course, didn't know where they were going or how long the drive would take. The air in the trunk soon became quite warm and stuffy. She finally realized that the car must have gone off the main road and something like a dirt road before. The car then stopped, but then quickly moved on and finally stopped. Trixie and Karin were relieved when it finally opened the trunk and got out. Trixie realized they were in a gravel pit.

"What are we doing here," she asked, "Are we even allowed in here? This is some company property, isn't it?"

Antje reassured her. "Don't worry about it. I know the owner." Siggi whispered to Trixie "Of course she knows the owner. It's because she is herself."

"She owns that gravel pit?" asked Trixie in amazement, but Siggi just laughed.

Antje retrieved a suitcase from the back seat of the car, opened it, and handed out a row of leather corsets. The corsets for Beate, Siggi and Karin were all custom made, only Trixie had an off-the-rack corset. All corsets were extremely heavy and stiff and had a myriad of D-rings. They were closed in the back with straps and some of the straps were secured with small locks. Each of the corsets reached from the wearer's neck to below her belly button. From the bottom of the corsets, a leather triangle that merged into a strap then led between the legs through to the back, where the strap was reattached to the corset. Antje pulled all the straps tight so they spread the buttocks. Then all the slave girls were given leather cuffs for their hands, upper arms and feet.

Antje grabbed the leather triangle of Beate's corset and pulled hard. A Velcro fastener gave way, exposing two straps underneath, to which the triangle had previously been attached, and which now ran through the crotch. They framed Beate's blonde pubic hair. Antje repeated this to the others as well.

"I quite like you like this already." Antje commented. Then she slipped an iron bridle between the teeth of each of the four and secured it with a strap behind their heads. She also secured this strap with a small lock. Finally, she connected the leather cuffs on the hands and the upper arms with D-rings on the corset and she connected the cuffs on the feet with chains that were just 40 centimeters long. All of this was secured with more locks. Already sweating from getting dressed and the other preparations, the sun was burning down on the black corsets.

The four then followed her to a shed. It was all new to Trixie, but the others already knew it. Antje opened the shed and pulled out a four-wheeled horse cart. There were harnesses on the back of the horse cart, and she harnessed the group like horses. Beate and Karin represented the front pair, Trixie and Siggi the rear. Then she took a whip, which had also been on the horse cart, climbed onto the seat and shouted "Come on you lazy pack!"

The four of them had to work pretty hard to get the cart moving. It was especially hard at first, but once it got rolling, it was easier. Anke directed them over the paths in the gravel pit and if it didn't go fast enough for her, Siggi and Trixie in particular got an encouragement on the butt with the whip. After a few minutes, it was covered with welts. They quickly fell into a light trot. While the others were in pretty good shape, that was not true of Trixie. She soon realized that she was having trouble keeping up the pace. It didn't help, though, and she was determined to fight through it. The rocks under her bare feet also made it more strenuous and somewhat painful.

So they went around the whole area twice and when they finally stopped, Trixie fell to the ground exhausted. But Antje hadn't had enough yet. In the shed there was still a kind of sulky, like the ones used in trotting races. Antje unhitched everyone from the horse-drawn cart, but then immediately hitched Siggi to the sulky. While Antje and Siggi were on their way, Trixie complained to Karin about her aching feet.

"I know they hurt. We all feel that way," Karin explained. We also have shoes that look like hooves and sometimes we wear ballerina high heels with our pony dress. But here in the pit, you'd probably just break your knuckles in them. And honestly, I really like walking around barefoot outside, especially in the woods or through the mud.

Siggi had to pull the sulky around the terrain three times, then she was replaced by Beate. Then it was Karin's turn, who held out longer than the other two. After five rounds, she too was exhausted. In the meantime, Trixie had recovered a bit and she had to take the place at the sulky. But Antje was merciful with her and let her run only one round.

In the meantime it had become noon and Antje got a picnic basket out of the wagon. The slave girls had to keep their corsets on, but Antje took their bridles off. They ate together on the shore of the lake that belonged to the gravel works while the sun continued to heat up the black corsets. Only after the meal were they all allowed to take off their corsets, but they had to keep the cuffs on their hands and feet. Karin and Siggi got some pegs and a heavy hammer from a corner. Siggi then had to hammer in the pegs and Antje tied up her friends with their arms and legs spread wide. Siggi was then the last to be tied to the pegs. Antje, however, fetched sunscreen from the picnic basket and thoroughly creamed everyone. Especially Trixie was even creamed twice because she had such pale skin and was not used to the strong sunlight after the years in prison. So they all had to lie there and roast in the sun. Only after that were they all allowed to take off the other shackles.

Later, they all went swimming together naked in the cold water of the quarry pond. They enjoyed the water and the cooling. Afterwards, they laid in the sun again for a bit, but this time, without being tied up. As evening approached, they headed back again. This time, however, Trixie didn't have to climb into the trunk; she was allowed to sit next to Siggi in the back seat.

"I didn't know Antje owned a gravel pit," Trixie said.

"Not just a gravel pit," Siggi replied. "You wouldn't believe all the things she owns." As they passed a horse farm on their way into town, Siggi pointed his finger in the direction of the farm and said only, "Antje." Trixie got wide-eyed. Shortly after, they passed a chemical plant. Again, Siggi pointed his finger and said "Antje." Trixie couldn't believe it at all.

"She only had all that before," Trixie asked in amazement.

"She inherited quite a bit," Siggi said. "But she also invested very well. She only visits most of the businesses and other properties three or four times a year. She has an incredible talent for picking capable managers and she has them do it. What you saw today is only part of what she owns. But that's not why she's gone crazy or taken off. Starting tomorrow, Beate will be our master for a week, and you will see that Antje is completely subordinate, obeys every order, and is absolutely on the same level with the rest of us. If our WG can afford many things, then of course we owe it to Antje. Our salaries don't really play such a big role, it's more symbolic. That's why it doesn't matter if you already have a job or not. But I can tell you that Antje has told me in confidence how happy she is that you are now with us. She thinks you are a great addition to our group. She has fully accepted your decision to be only a slave for three months for now, but she is also excited to see what you will do with us when you become our masters for the first time. That goes for me, by the way, and the other two as well."

Then Siggi pointed out the window to a hotel they were passing and said "Antje too, of course."

They let the evening wind down, and around 10:00 p.m. Antje said, "so, the day is done. Time for the changing of the guard. Beate, please take over." Then Antje got up, undressed and crawled into one of the cages that were in the living room.

Chapter 9 Mistress Beate

In the morning, Trixie was awakened by Beate. "Come on, get up, you slacker. Put on some sports clothes and sneakers. We're going jogging."

Sleepily, Trixie looked at her alarm clock and couldn't believe her eyes. It was just about 5:00 a.m. Was this a bad joke? Nevertheless, she got up and got dressed as Beate requested. By the time she got to the hallway, the others were all there, too, all in their required sports attire.

"It's about time. This week we'll go jogging for an hour every day. You saw yesterday how that little bit of running wore you out. And just so you know, I'm on early duty starting tomorrow. That means I have to leave the house at 5:30 in the morning at the latest. If I want to shower and get dressed before then, we have to be done with the morning run by 5:00 already. So starting tomorrow, we all get up at 4:00."

Trixie groaned briefly, but said nothing, and the others also took note of Beate's announcement without any complaints. They walked down the stairwell to the street, then left the house and Beate led the group through several side streets. Then they came to a city park, where they followed the winding but at least well-lit paths. Beate slowly increased the pace and Trixie again struggled to keep up. But she was not the only one who had problems that morning. For a while Antje ran beside her and Trixie saw how her breasts swung back and forth under her T-shirt. Trixie had already seen in the evening that Antje had very nice, full but slightly sagging breasts whose shape resembled pears. She had wondered if that was a B or C cup size, but then remembered that it would probably be neither, since neither of them wore a bra.

Realizing that they were slowly heading back towards home, Trixie was relieved. Shortly before they arrived home, Beate gave Karin a sign. She left the group and ran in a different direction at the next intersection. Finally the group arrived back home and Trixie had hoped for the elevator for a moment, but Beate immediately headed for the stairwell.

Once at the top, Trixie asked Beate, "what about Karin?"

"What about you, she went to get rolls."

They all undressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Karin had also arrived in the meantime with the fresh rolls. This time only Beate was lightly dressed as a sign that she was the mistress this week. She had taken off her shoes, but still wore her gym shorts and the totally sweaty T-shirt. She handed each of her slaves a stainless steel choker. The chokers were secured at the nape of the neck with locks and a large ring hung down from the front. On the hoop was written in large letters SKLAVIN and the respective name, separated in the middle by the ring. "You'll wear these all week," Beate determined.

The choker Trixie was wearing was a little narrower and thinner than the others', but Siggi explained to her that the others' were custom-made ones that she had made herself and that she would soon be making her own choker for Trixie in her workshop. Trixie asked Siggi if she could be there when it was made, because she was interested to see how it was done. Later she remembered that she wondered if Siggi would be naked during the forging and how her body would look shiny with sweat in the glow of the furnace. She imagined it, smiling with relish.

"Trixie has a few things to do today," Beate explained. "First and foremost, she has to register at the registration office. I don't want her to get in trouble there. I've also already filled out a certificate that she lives here with us. I'll also write down some things for her to get afterwards."

"Siggi, Antje and Karin, you are going to the workshop and the store in a few minutes or around ten. I still have to prepare some things here for the next few days and will probably be busy here."

Trixie looked at the list of things to buy. At the top of the list were two cases of sparkling water. Beate described to her where the drink store was. When Trixie asked if they had a shopping cart or something similar, Beate smiled a little slyly and said "Sorry, dear, but I'm afraid you'll have to carry those two cases."

Trixie waited a while longer until about 8:30, then took the subway to the registration office. To her relief, things went relatively quickly there, and on the way back she went right by the beverage store and bought the two water crates. She lugged them home. When she got upstairs to her apartment, she felt like her arms went all the way to the floor. Beate then gave her the list with the rest of the purchases and also put the empties down for her, which of course she hadn't had with her before.

Afterwards they both worked out in the fitness center of the WG. In the afternoon, Trixie had to go with Beate to their bank branch, where they reported to the counter. Beate asked to speak to her account manager. He arrived immediately and escorted them to a meeting room. Beate handed him a letter from Antje. The account manager read it through, trying all the while not to take note of Trixie's choker with the inscription SKLAVIN. Both had to sign a number of papers, then the man explained that the papers would be delivered by a messenger in a few days.

The rest of the day passed without any particular incident. Trixie helped Beate prepare dinner. Later, when they were all sitting together, Antje asked Beate if she could help out in Antje's store the next day after her early shift. She also asked Trixie if she had time and could go to the store with Karin in the morning so she wouldn't be alone there. When Beate asked why, Antje only briefly said she had something urgent to do. Beate agreed to everything and since she was the mistress at the moment, Karin and Trixie didn't need to be asked any more about it. However, Beate said that Karin and Trixie should take care of something first. She announced to give Karin the appropriate instructions the next morning.

The wake-up call the next morning actually took place at 4:00 am. It was still dark when the five set out on their run. After the jog, Beate got ready for duty, but also gave Karin the previously announced instructions beforehand. After Beate left for duty, the others had another short lie down, but at 7:00 everyone got up again and had breakfast first. Siggi and also Antje then said goodbye directly after breakfast.

Karin then told Trixie to get dressed and they would have to go somewhere together. A few minutes after eight they were standing in front of an Apple store. It was still closed, of course, and Trixie pointed to the sign with the opening hours. But Karin said that it didn't matter. She knocked several times on the glass door and sure enough, it was opened for them. A man let them in and greeted them with a friendly "hello".

Karin closed the door behind her, turned to the man and snapped at him, "How dare you, you worm? Is that any way to greet a mistress? Have you forgotten everything?"

The man dropped to the floor like a stone. He knelt down in front of Karin and kissed her shoes. "Excuse me, mistress. This will never happen again. Please punish me."

Trixie was completely surprised by Karin's statement and the man's reaction. She had never experienced anything like this before. The man addressed Karin as 'Mistress', which Trixie thought was kind of totally crazy considering the chokers they both wore that had 'SKLAVIN' written on them in large letters.

"That's more like it," Karin yelled at the man. "If that happens again, you won't be able to sit for two weeks. Now show us the computers. My slave here needs a laptop for her work. But not some cheap thing for beginners, but something for professionals. And hurry up." Karin turned to Trixie as the man led her to the exhibits. "The guy's name is Rainer, actually quite a nice guy. Married, two kids, but sometimes he comes to Antje's store with his dominatrix. He'd probably like to jerk off after we leave the store. But he can't."

"And why not," Trixie asked cluelessly.

"He wears a chastity cage around his best part," Karin grinned. "He can't get to it at all, the thing is locked and only his dominatrix has the key. He'll be lucky if he can touch that thing once a month. I haven't the faintest idea what he says to his wife in that regard, though, and whether the kids know about it."

"I don't think so," escaped Trixie.

"Worm, come here. Now."

Rainer immediately joined the two and knelt on the floor in front of Karin.

"My slave here has never seen a man wearing a chastity cage. Pull down your pants right now. If you're wearing underpants, those too. But I would be surprised if your mistress would allow you to do such a thing."

Rainer obeyed immediately and Trixie got big eyes when she saw the chastity cage. Then Karin allowed the man to pull his pants back up.

Rainer showed them several laptops and Karin asked Trixie if she liked any of them. When Trixie replied that actually all of them would do for her, she asked Rainer which one performed the best. He pointed to the second most expensive model and Karin immediately said "alright". "Trixie, does that thing also have enough RAM or whatever it's called and a decent hard drive? And I'm sure you'll need programs to go with it."

Now Rainer said that he could add additional RAM in a few minutes and also a larger hard drive. None of that would be a problem, he said. The computer could use both the Apple operating system and the Microsoft operating system. Karin wanted both, plus the Office package for both versions and some software for video and image editing. Rainer also added an antivirus program.

"Listen you worm, how is my slave supposed to transport this thing? We also need a bag. Do you have anything fancy?"

Rainer then showed them some bags, and Karin chose one that could be used as both a briefcase and a backpack. Karin was pleased that it could all be done so quickly, paid with her credit card, and after barely half an hour they left the store again, this time heavily packed. Rainer asked Karin to say hello to Mistress Antje. Karin turned to him and snapped at him again: "How dare you, you worm. Are you allowed to greet a mistress as if she were anyone?"

At home, they took everything to Trixie's room and set it up on her desk. Then they got ready to go to the store.

Once there, Trixie had to undress immediately. Karin also took off her clothes and let Trixie put her in shackles. However, Trixie did not chain Karin in the shop so that she could come into the store at any time. Before they opened the store, Karin picked out a few things for Trixie. She wanted Trixie to be dressed appropriately when she was served. Trixie quickly realized that Karin had her own ideas of 'dressed appropriately'. She was given a full body suit made of transparent latex. This suit covered the whole body from head to feet and had a zipper only at the back. When Trixie looked at herself in the mirror, she thought, then she could actually stay naked directly. But Karin reassured her that she was unconventional but still dressed, and what she offered customers as a sight was very nice after all.

Over the next few hours, several customers did indeed arrive. As she served Trixie in her transparent outfit, they could hardly get enough of it. Trixie made every effort to serve the customers as quickly as she could and was very friendly to all of them. Karin came forward a few times to help her because there were an unusually large number of customers that day. Karin asked one of the customers if he knew why so many people were coming today. He then said that he had been called by an acquaintance who had been in the store before. Apparently, word of Trixie's appearance there had spread quickly. When Beate came into the store around 3:00, they had already made considerably more sales than Antje and Karin usually made all day. Trixie, however, had not allowed anyone to touch her. The looks that the men, but also the women, gave her intimidated her a bit, and she was aware that most of the customers would have liked to go to bed with her or start something else with her.

Beate asked whose idea it had been to dress Trixie like that. Karin confessed that it had been her and Beate announced, shaking her head, that she would tell Antje about it. Karin, however, took it quite lightly, after all, they had made extremely good sales. On Beate's order, Trixie then at least put on a black latex slip and bra to at least keep some decency.

In fact, Antje came around 5:30, but without telling what she had done during the day. Beate told her about Trixie's original appearance but Antje thought that it had been very daring but she also thought that Trixie was getting more and more used to the WG. She asked if anyone had complained, which was not the case. Trixie told them both about her performance at the Apple store and Antje confirmed that she knew Rainer and his dominatrix well. She was looking forward to Rainer stopping by her store again soon. She announced that she would treat him especially harshly because he was into such treatment.

As they sat at dinner in the evening, Antje mentioned that she had been in Frankfurt that morning. "What were you doing there," Siggi asked.

"Business," Antje replied.

"What kind of business," Siggi probed further.

Antje grinned. "I made an offer to a certain company that had a claim of €250,000 against a former employee. As the Godfather said, an offer they couldn't refuse. After a bit of negotiation, they agreed to assign this claim to me in exchange for an immediate payment of €100,000. I had told them they could wait a very long time for this €250,000. But they could get the €100,000 on the same day. They were not overly pleased, but then they realized that a bird in the hand was better than a pigeon on the roof. And with that, dear Trixie, you are rid of your debt to them," she turned to Trixie.

"But in return, I now owe you €100,000," Trixie replied.

"Oh nonsense. Just take it as a little present for moving in. I had fun negotiating with the company. My collar has caused plenty of confusion there and the rumor mill in the company is certainly running at full speed. I had a great time doing it. By the way, they told me in confidence what a pity it was that you committed this stupidity. I guess you always did a first-class job there, and your successor can't touch you."

"Isn't there some way I can repay you?"

"Okay, if you really want to. How about you work in my store as a mannequin or something for the next four Saturdays? You can guess what kind of dress you'll be wearing then."

"Four Saturdays," Trixie asked in amazement, "what you did for me there, I'd have to serve you as a mannequin for four years for that."

"Four Saturdays is enough already. Believe me, you wouldn't need to do this at all, but if it makes you feel better…"

Trixie stood up and hugged Antje. When she thought about how much her new friends spoiled them, she started crying loudly. The others comforted her and hugged her. Then Beate sent the other three into the cages and locked them.

She put her arm around Trixie's shoulder and led her to her own bedroom. There she tied Trixie's arms behind her back and made her lie down in her bed. She also undressed herself and lay down with Trixie. She hugged her and snuggled up to the bound one and hugged her tightly. She caressed Trixie's lean body and explored it from top to bottom. Eventually the two fell asleep while their friends spent the night in the cages.

Only in the morning Beate let the three out of the cages. It was already 4:00 a.m. and it was time for their morning round.

Chapter 10 A Job

After their morning run, everyone except Beate wanted to get some rest, but Beate stopped Trixie. "Listen, before you get bored I have something for you to do today."

She had Trixie undress and then ordered her into the kitchen. There she handed her a doctor's gown. When Trixie put the gown on, she noticed that all the buttons were missing.

"Oh, they must have come off during washing," Beate said dryly. "But it doesn't matter. Come with me for now."

She drove down to the garage with Trixie and let her get into her car there. Together they then drove to the university clinic. Beate stopped at a bus stop near the entrance to the parking garage where she had rented a permanent parking space.

They both got out and Beate opened the trunk. She had Trixie take out a heavy cardboard box and put it down next to the bus stop. Beate handed Trixie a small device about the size of a cell phone. "This is a GPS locator with a built-in beeper. Inside the box are flyers for Antje's store. You're going to go to the subway stations and stops one by one and hand out the flyers at the exits and the stops. Don't stay more than 10 minutes at each station. In between you can always get supplies here. Via the GPS I can check if you are changing places. When I finish my service, or if anything else happens, I'll send you a message with the beeper. Got it?"

She got back into her car and drove a short distance before disappearing into the underground parking garage. Trixie remained standing there barefoot with only the smock with no buttons and her collar that said 'slave'. She was shocked for a moment and she looked after Beate's car. This had to be one of those chores that the mistresses gave the slaves. She grabbed a pack of flyers and looked around. In some distance she recognized a subway symbol and stomped there.

She then stood at the exit and began to distribute the flyers. As she did so, the wind went under her smock and tried to blow it away. The bottom hem was lifted up and there were repeated gusts of wind that drove into the neckline. Passersby got to see plenty of skin as a result. Some made silly remarks about Trixie and others even patted her bottom. Suddenly there was a noise and she looked at the small display of the beeper. "Change position" it said. On a clock at the exit she saw the time: 10 past 6. It would be a long day.

By 11 in the morning, she had distributed about half the flyers. How many hands had grabbed her by then, she couldn't have said. She had never been in such a situation before. But she could already imagine how her friends would react to her telling them in the evening. They had probably experienced something similar before. They would certainly have a great time. At least it was not cold, so that she did not freeze. She had also always dutifully changed her position, but over the hours she had been at some positions several times. At the subway stations, she had checked out all the exits over time.

The device made another sound and she thought it was again the request to change position. But to her great relief, she saw another instruction: "Come to the bus station."

When she arrived at the bus station a few minutes later, Beate was already waiting for her. They put the rest of the flyers back in the trunk, then Trixie was allowed to get on. Beate drove off without giving Trixie any explanation. Only when they drove into the underground garage at home, Trixie slowly became quiet. They drove upstairs and there Beate ordered her to put on the pantsuit and a blouse.

Barely 10 minutes after they arrived home, they drove away again.

"I had a long phone call today. That's why I took the afternoon off. You have a job interview right now. We're going to a tool factory where you'll talk to the owner, a Mr. Bergmann. Dieter, Mr. Bergmann to you, is a nice guy. He used to be a patient of mine. He asked me to come along as well. It's a little unusual, I'm not your mother after all, but Dieter is just really nice and I'm looking forward to seeing him again."

They drove almost to the other end of town until they stopped in a parking lot in front of a factory building. They went together into the administration building, which was next to the hall, and Beate asked for Mr. Bergmann. On this occasion she looked again at Trixie in her pantsuit and thought she looked really hot. She was still thinking about whether she should take off her collar, but then Dieter already came through the door and greeted them both.

"Hello Beate, nice to see you again. I hope you are doing well. When I still think about what they did for me, I don't even know how to make this good. And this is your friend Trixie?"

"Yes. She's a little shy, but believe me, she knows her job."

Dieter grabbed both women by the arms and gently pushed them toward a door. "I'd like to show you around the plant first, then it will be a little easier to explain what I'm about later."

They walked to the factory floor, where there were quite a number of huge machines. Dieter explained everything to them, but actually they didn't understand most of the things. He showed them the different machines, then pointed to one and said "That's going to Dubai next week." On another he named Japan as the destination, then one for Munich and others were destined for various corners of the world. Then they went back into the administration building, past warehouses, engineering departments and offices. Finally, Dieter took her to the anteroom of his office.

"Beate, may I ask you to wait here? I'd like to talk to Trixie alone then. I'm sure you understand." He gave his secretary instructions to get coffee for himself and his guests and then disappeared with Trixie into his office. There he pointed to a leather seating area, "Please have a seat."

As his secretary brought the coffee, he politely served Trixie before beginning. "You've seen our operation now, after all. It's clear that they haven't understood everything by a long shot; our machines are probably far too complicated for that. But they have certainly noticed the great effort it takes to manufacture such machines. As far as this type of machine is concerned, we are the world market leader. We introduced an SAP system here about ten years ago. It's a great system, and I'm sure you know how powerful it is. But still, I'm not happy with it. We keep hitting individual corners. I would like to have special evaluations that I don't get, or that my employees have to laboriously create first. That costs time unnecessarily. In other places, too, evaluations are missing or you have to trudge through several menus. Other parts are completely unnecessary. Many processes could run much more efficiently. That's why I've been dreaming for a few years now of separating ourselves from SAP again and building our very own, customized system. Of course, that's not something you can do in a few months, or even a year or two. But I will invest the time.

Two years ago I had a heart attack and Beate took great care of me. She took hours of her time for me and talked to me. And not just about everyday things, but even about this dream with my own data processing. She just listened and let me talk. A few days ago she called me to ask if I still had this dream. She then told me that she knew someone, namely you. And the question for me now is, do you dare to take on such a task?"

"Something like that is kind of a dream, of course, a huge challenge," Trixie replied. "But whether I can do something like that all by myself, I dare to doubt."

"All alone, you definitely don't stand a chance." Mr. Bergmann leaned back in his chair. "What I'm looking for is not so much a programmer, who will of course have to create the basics of the new system, but above all someone who will show the direction, plan the new system and develop it further. I will then hire some more programmers in due course."

"That's quite a task. And you're giving me a huge vote of confidence with it. But there are a few things you need to know from me."

"If you're going to tell me that you did time for computer fraud and that you live in Beate's weird WG, you’re not telling me anything new. I've done my homework, too. Beate told me the most important thing, it was a matter of mutual trust. The fact that you did time for computer fraud can even be a small advantage for you. It means that you can think outside the box. And I need someone like that." Then he confided in her; "I was even in Antje's store once. But it wasn't for me. But if that's what you like, that's OK with me, and I'm right behind you there, too."

"How will the other employees react when they hear I'm fresh out of prison," Trixie asked. "Not to mention the other one."

"I couldn't possibly say," Mr. Bergmann admitted. "Some might mob her. But I would never let anything like that happen. If it comes to something like that, I expect you to contact me. But maybe you should be proactive and take the wind out of their sails from the start."

"I'm sure that won't be easy," Trixie groaned.

Mr. Bergmann laughed. "After all, if it were easy, everyone would be doing it. Let's turn to the next problem. That's what many applicants shy away from. Their salary. The normal pay scale is not enough, of course. I was thinking 75,000, plus the usual benefits and allowances. 35-hour week and 6 weeks' vacation. By the way, I don't expect them to sit in the office from morning till night every day. I know that good IT people tick differently. It is enough for me if they are in the office from 8:30 to 12:00. The rest of the time you can work wherever you want. At the zoo or at the Früh-Bräu for all I care. If I know the IT people, you'll still be programming at night. By the way, depending on business, we also give bonuses once a year."

Trixie's chin almost dropped. "Seventy-five thousand?" she asked in amazement. She would have expected half that at most, maybe a little more, because she was Beate's friend and therefore certainly had a chip on her shoulder with Mr. Bergmann.

"All right, all right," Mr. Bergmann hurried on. "You could give it a try. How about 85,000?"

"Eighty-five thousand isn't bad," Trixie said, heart pounding.

"OK. But 90,000 is really the end of the line." At that, he made a hand gesture that ended the discussion.

Trixie stood up and extended her hand to him. "Agreed Mr. Director. When can I start with you?"

"When we are alone, Dieter will do. But in public, I'm sure you're right to say Herr Direktor or Herr Bergmann." At that, he shook Trixie's hand. "It's the 14th today. After your time in prison, I'm sure you need some rest. How about the next first?"

"That would be great. One request, may I tell Beate?"

Mr. Bergmann went to the door and called Beate in. When she saw Trixie's beaming face, she knew everything. She hugged her warmly. She whispered to Mr. Bergmann for another moment, but Trixie couldn't understand what was being said. Mr. Bergmann finally nodded and shook Beate's hand.

"We're about to have a department head meeting, may I introduce her already? Usually the meeting is on Fridays, but this week I'm on a business trip."

"Of course. I am fully at your disposal," Trixie said with her head held high.

Trixie and Mr. Bergmann stood up. Mr. Bergmann gestured for Beate to come with him. He led her out of the office to a meeting room next door. When they arrived no one was there yet and they sat down at the front where Mr. Bergmann had his usual seat. Trixie sat to his left while Beate took a chair against the wall behind him. The room filled up over the next 15 minutes and there was some whispering. Everyone wondered what the young woman next to Mr. Bergmann was about and who the woman sitting against the wall was.

Mr. Bergmann then tapped twice on a glass and when everyone fell silent, he began: "Dear employees, as you know, I have been dreaming for many years of giving our company its very own EDP. So far, I have searched in vain for someone who would take on this task. But now I have found a young visionary who is brave enough to tackle this task. Let me introduce you to the new head of the just-established EDP development department, Trixie Hansen. You will all get to know her over the next few months, and I hope and expect the utmost cooperation from all of you."

He sat down, then added, "Trixie, do you have anything to say?"

Trixie stood up sheepishly, knowing she was probably blushing. "Uhh, yes, dear future colleagues, this is all very surprising to me and I am looking forward to my work. I hope we can work together successfully in the coming years." She fell silent for a few moments, closed her eyes, and then continued, "I don't want there to be any inaccurate rumors here because of me. Therefore, I openly admit that I did something stupid a few years ago and served three years in prison because of it. I embezzled money from my former employer. That was a stupid thing to do and I have learned my lesson. That's why no one needs to lock their purse or wallet away in their desk because of me." She closed her eyes once more and took two deep breaths. Then she grabbed the collar and pulled it forward a bit with one thumb so everyone could see it clearly. She reached for Beate's hand and said with her head held high, "I also have a very idiosyncratic and exotic lifestyle and I hope you can accept that as well. However, you can count on me to help you in any way I can, whenever I can."

With that, she plopped down in her chair. There was dead silence in the room, with only Beate putting her hand on her shoulder from behind.

Then Mr. Bergmann stood up once again and put his hand on her other shoulder. "I thank Trixie for speaking so openly with us here. And I expect you, as my co-workers and employees, to show the necessary tolerance toward Trixie. I can assure you that I knew everything Trixie just explained before we even started the interview." With that, he sat back down and looked around the room.

It still remained silent in the room. No one said anything, hardly anyone even dared to breathe. But then an older department head stood up, pushed his chair back and came over to Trixie. He offered her his hand and said "Welcome to our company."

One by one, they now stood up and came to offer their hands to Trixie as well. She bit her lip or she would have cried out loud.

Trixie didn't get the slightest bit of the rest of the meeting. At some point it was finally over and everyone left the room. Mr. Bergmann stayed with Trixie and Beate for a moment. "That was damn brave. My respect. I wouldn't have thought you capable of it. I'm looking forward to our collaboration." With that, he shook Trixie's hand again and then left the room.

Beate then walked her out of the company to the car. When they were a few hundred yards from the company, Trixie let out a shriek of joy that made Beate cringe.

When they got back home, Trixie immediately undressed as usual. Beate put her wrist and ankle cuffs on and Trixie was already starting to get everything ready for dinner. When the doorbell rang, Beate went to the intercom and asked who was there.

Then she called Trixie over. "Trixie, there's the messenger from the bank bringing your credit card and some other papers. You'll have to sign for the receipt, though. Why don't you go downstairs and get it done?"

Trixie looked at Beate in disbelief. "I can do that, but I'll have to get dressed first."

"No, no time. The messenger wants to get off work, too. Just drive like you are." With that, she opened the door and pushed Trixie toward the elevator.

Once downstairs, the elevator door opened and she saw that Beate had apparently let the messenger into the hallway. Until then, she had hoped that she could just open the door a crack and receive the papers that way. Now the messenger, a young man of perhaps 20 in a suit, was suddenly standing in front of her and she was stark naked and in chains. Trixie and the messenger both ran bright red. With trembling hands, Trixie signed all the papers and the messenger took his leave as quickly as he could.

Back at the apartment, Trixie had to sit down and calm down.

In the evening they all sat together again in their living room. Trixie had to tell everything several times. She did not leave out the smallest detail. Antje admired her negotiating skills, although Trixie said that she hadn't really done anything, that it had all come about on its own. Karin and Beate were seriously impressed by the salary. "That's almost double what I make," Beate commented.

When Trixie then recounted the experience with the bank messenger, the laughter was naturally great.

When Trixie was finally in bed, she couldn't fall asleep because she was so wound up. She thought about how awful and humiliating the day had started and how it had now ended. At some point she found that what had been horrible and humiliating in the morning had nevertheless aroused her. And she had also finally survived the encounter with the bank messenger. However, she did not attach any importance to a repetition.

Chapter 11 Mannequin

The next Saturday began like the previous days. They started at four in the morning for their early run and Beate went on duty afterwards. She had left some instructions, however. They found the division for the cleaning districts in the kitchen. For once, they had all gotten up a little earlier than usual and were done cleaning by 9:00 am. This time it was Trixie's turn to clean the kitchen and Antje's turn to clean the bathrooms. When Trixie had already finished and had gone back to her room, she briefly looked into the bathroom and found Antje there, who was cleaning the toilet thoroughly with a scouring pad. Trixie thought it was great that Antje behaved like everyone else and took on even the most menial of chores without any complaining. There was no sense of Antje being so rich. Trixie stuck her head in the bathroom and asked "Do you want me to check you?"

Antje raised her head, looked over at her, and then said, "That might make sense."

Trixie cringed. "I was just kidding," she exclaimed.

"Why would it be? It's only fair that my work be checked, too. It's possible I'm overlooking something. You'd really be doing me a favor if you checked on me."

Trixie hesitantly entered the bathroom, then looked around. Everything she saw was really sparkling clean. She thought it was even cleaner than last week when she had wielded the cleaning rag herself. But then she thought about the controls in the prison and something occurred to her. A little joke should be allowed. She reached her finger under the washstand, where there were a few holes about the thickness of a thumb left over from the production, in places that were actually hard to get to and that no one ever saw. She wiped her finger once in such a hole and then showed Antje the actually negligible dirt.

Antje was impressed. She bent down under the washstand and cleaned those spots immediately, too. "I think now you have to punish me," Antje then said.

Now Trixie was trapped. Antje herself had said that she had to be punished. But how? Then she had an idea. She ordered Antje to stand wide-legged in the bathroom and bend over until she could grasp her ankles. Trixie quickly went into her room and fetched a riding crop from the cupboard with the toys that she had seen there. With this percussion instrument in her hand, she went back to the bathroom where Antje was waiting.

"After all, it was only a small procedure. I now expect an honest answer from you: are three on the bare bottom sufficient for this, according to your understanding?"

"You could argue about that," Antje replied. "It depends on who the mistress is and what mood she's in. Sometimes three would be fully sufficient, other times it might even be ten."

"I don't want to overdo it now," Trixie said. "You'll get five on the bare bottom. But I want you to count it and thank me after each stroke."

Trixie took some distance from Antje then struck. Promptly Antje replied "One - thank you Trixie!" Antje promptly answered the next blows as well. When she had received the fifth blow, she rubbed her aching bottom. Then she went to the other bathrooms and cleaned the vanities from the bottom there too.

After everyone was done with their cleaning, they met in the kitchen. Siggi said that she had gotten a shopping list from Beate that she was going to work off at the supermarket. After that, she would have to get various things on a second list from storage in her carpentry shop. Antje and Karin wanted to go to the store as soon as they could, and Trixie had to start her first Saturday shift there, too.

Karin went to the garage in her usual getup, that is, naked and in heavy chains, and Trixie followed her dressed only in a short T-shirt but without panties. Antje had explained that when driving, one would not see that she had nothing on underneath and for the few meters from the parking lot to the store, it was not necessary. Trixie disagreed, but kept this opinion to herself and said nothing.

When she arrived at the store, Antje let Trixie and Karin out and sent them towards the store. She herself, however, took her time going to the front door, especially since a mailman was just passing by on the other side of the street with his cart full of letters. The man almost ran in front of the next lamppost, because he was so rarely allowed to enjoy such a spectacle.

They then entered the store and Antje immediately locked the door again. She only gave Karin a sign, but she already knew from the day before what she had to do now. She had prepared a sheet in one of the shop windows, which she pulled up with two thin ropes until it blocked the view of what was in the shop window.

Antje handed Trixie a narrow, red and rather tight-fitting leather corset, of course with the inevitable holes for the breasts. But since Trixie was so skinny, there wasn't too much to see there. Antje, however, came with a pair of small bells attached to alligator clips. She placed the alligator clips on Trixie's now hard nipples. Trixie drew in her breath at the pain.

Karin attached a couple of leather straps to the bottom of the corset and ran them through Trixie's crotch, then reattached them to the back of the corset. This framed Trixie's sparse red pubic hair very nicely. Karin then gently bent Trixie's arms back and guided her towards the back of her neck. She put a pair of handcuffs on her and connected the handcuffs to a D-ring at the top of the corset. She explained to Trixie that this was a "reverse prayer". Then Trixie was allowed to sit down for a moment and Antje pulled out red ballerina high heels from a closet and put them on Trixie. Then on her feet came leg irons with chains that limited the stride length to barely 30 centimeters.

When Trixie stood up, she almost fell down immediately. Antje had to hold her down and Trixie walked through the store with unsteady steps. Then Antje led Trixie to the shop window. Karin had set up a treadmill there in the meantime. When Trixie saw it, she started to protest. "I can hardly stand in these shoes as it is. And walking is only possible if someone holds me. What are you standing in front of?"

"First walk slowly to the middle of the treadmill," Karin ordered. "We're not turning the treadmill on yet either."

When Trixie reached the required position, Karin pointed out two rings in the ceiling that she had placed there the night before. Ropes ran through the rings and she now tied them to D- rings on both shoulders of Trixie's corset. She took the other ends of the ropes and pulled them very tight. She attached the ends of the ropes to a hook on the wall. Trixie looked around a bit anxiously, but already Antje turned on the treadmill at low speed. Trixie took a few steps, then lost her footing. But because she was held by the ropes, she only kicked around a bit for a moment before she could get her feet back on the treadmill and take the next steps. A few moments later, the game repeated itself. She protested loudly against this treatment. Karin stopped the treadmill, but instead of freeing Trixie from this predicament, she put a ball gag between poor Trixie's teeth and fastened it with the strap behind her head. Then she turned the treadmill back on. Again the game started all over again, but gradually Trixie got the hang of it and could keep up on the treadmill longer and longer.

Karin now lowered the bed sheet to the floor in the display window, thus releasing the spectacle for this morning. Antje took a small film camera from her desk. With it she went outside and filmed Trixie's efforts on the treadmill for almost five minutes.

It didn't take long for some of the customers to come in and see the extraordinary spectacle that Trixie was putting on. Most of them then came in and watched from the inside for a while. Suddenly Karin had another idea. She fetched a low stand, then took a white sheet of paper and wrote on it with a thick felt-tip pen, "The bottom may be stroked!" After a moment's thought, she added with a slightly thinner felt-tip pen, "But only the bottom, please!" She attached the paper to the low stand and placed it next to Trixie. Of course, the customers didn't have to be told twice. Again and again during the morning men, but also women came and stroked Trixie's bare bottom for a while. All this was accompanied by the tinkling of the little bells on Trixie's nipples.

Shortly after two, Beate arrived and Siggi also appeared in the store shortly after. Both watched the spectacle and laughed. After 4 hours Trixie did not feel like laughing at all. When Karin freed her, she scolded terribly, but then she stopped, looked at her friends and laughed as well.

Then Beate asked Antje to close the store. She had a lot planned for this weekend. "Antje and I will pull up in Antje's car, and the others please follow us in Siggi's car. But let Trixie sit in the front so she can see something of the area here." Karin then actually had to crawl into the small closet in Siggi's car, and Siggi also locked this small closet. Trixie had meanwhile taken off the corset and the other clothes and sat down on the passenger seat in Siggi's car. Of course, she only had the short T-shirt in which she had already driven to the store in the morning, but by now she actually almost didn't mind showing herself like that.

Beate guided the two cars through Cologne until they eventually came to the highway in the direction of Olpe. They followed this for a few kilometers until they came to a sprawling forest area. They left the highway and changed first to a federal road and from there to an even smaller road. Finally, Beate guided Antje onto a narrow forest path, which they entered. After a slight curve, which the path described, they stopped.

They all got out and looked around. Karin in particular was glad to finally escape her little box. Beate had them all undress, which surprised none of them. All of them put their clothes in Siggi's VW bus. Even Beate kept only a pair of thin gym shorts on to show that she was the mistress at the moment. Beate gym shorts were so thin that they hardly hid anything, moreover Beate had also separated out the inner shorts. She also went barefoot. Karin already had her heavy hand and foot shackles on, but now Antje and Siggi also got similar shackles. Only with Trixie did Beate show some mercy, because she had already spent several hours in high heels. Therefore she got only relatively light hand and leg irons. Siggi then had to clear everything out of the car that Beate had written on her list. But the others helped her with it, of course.

The largest load consisted of quite a number of larger and smaller fence posts. The slave girls had to line up next to each other and Beate put a thick round fence post on each shoulder. She had the slave girls grab these from behind and hold them that way. They now stood with arms spread wide in front of their mistress. She then used short ropes to tie the slave girls' handcuffs to these fence posts. Each of the slavegirls also got a big red ball gag between their teeth to match.

Now Beate began to distribute the other cargo to her slave girls. Antje, who always liked it very heavy, got two 10 l canisters with water, which Beate tied to her fence post. Karin also got a very heavy load. She had to carry the rest of the fence posts that Beate had tied together in a bundle. However, Beate had added a heavy axe to it. Siggi's load consisted of a canvas bag, about the contents of which no one knew anything, and a bundle of chains. Trixie had to carry a whole bunch of ropes, but in addition there were two small canvas bags with unknown contents. Beate only took the 9-tailed cat, with which Trixie had whipped Karin a good week ago.

Beate signaled with her whip and the four of them walked bent down the path. They groaned a bit because most of the loads were so difficult to carry. They hadn't gone very far when Beate had their caravan stop.

"The moaning is bad," she scolded. "You know, don't complain, because it could get worse. Now it's getting worse." Beate went to a fir tree and plucked off a handful of branches. She cut them up again when she got to her slave girls, bent down and stuffed several of the small twigs into each of their wet grottoes in turn. They all shrieked because the pine needles pricked them. Then, as they started walking again, they realized that the pine needles were acting like barbs and the little twigs were working their way further and further up their pussies. While they were walking like this, Beate let the straps of the whip slap their bare backs and bottoms. But she only hinted at these lashes because she didn't want to hurt her friends, but wanted to continue with these hinted lashes for a long time.

In the course of the afternoon it had become more and more sultry, and they saw threatening clouds appearing in the sky. Nevertheless, they kept walking. Finally, Beate had the group stop. They had reached a small clearing in a hollow, which was partly covered with thin grass. Mostly, however, the forest floor was exposed. Beate took the loads from her slaves, but they were not allowed to sit down. At least, however, they were given some water to drink from the canisters.

Then Beate grabbed a number of thinner fence posts, which were also not very long. At each corner of a quadrangle, she pounded two of these thin fence posts into the ground about 1 meter apart with the hatchet. One by one, the slave girls had to come to the corners, kneel down, and Beate tied their knees to the fence posts with ropes. Their lower legs and the backs of their feet now rested firmly on the ground. Then Beate took slightly longer fence posts and knocked two of each into the ground just behind her feet as well.

Next, Beate pushed the slave girls backwards one by one and tied the thick fence posts that they had been dragging around on their shoulders for hours to the fence posts that had just been pounded into the ground. The bodies of their friends were now taut arches. Beate took her time now. She stroked the taut bodies, twirled her fingers on the nipples and kneaded the breasts with pleasure. In between, she reached with her fingers into the wet grottoes, which had been exposed to the pine needles for hours. Long ago, all the body juices ran down the thighs. Beate licked through all the grottoes offered to her and compared the taste of each. In the process, however, she at least pulled out the pine needles from her slaves, which, however, was associated with additional pricking.

Meanwhile, the sky had become more and more threatening. As a few drops fell from the sky, Beate took out a small throw tent from the bag Siggi had been carrying. The tent could be set up in a few seconds and Beate climbed in. Then she heard the rain increasing and soon a heavy thundershower pelted down on the poor slave girls.

Beate had downloaded an ebook onto her cell phone and was now reading it while she sat dry in her little tent and outside her slave girls were being rained on wet. When the rain finally subsided, Beate came out of the tent again. In the meantime the sun had set and it was slowly getting dark. Beate looked at her slave girls and noticed that they were already very worn out. But she was still far from thinking about stopping.

The area on which Beate had tied her slaves had turned into mud in the meantime. Only the place where the tent stood was halfway dry. Beate went to Antje first and untied the large crossbar from the fence posts to which Beate had tied it earlier. Antje groaned when she was finally able to straighten her back. But Beate was far from finished. She also loosened the bondage at the knees, then with Beate's help Antje had to lie on her stomach in the same place where she had been tied before. Now Beate tied the heavy fence post to the short fence posts that had previously held the knees. With this, Antje's upper body was pressed firmly into the mud. To compensate, Beate now tied the ankles to the longer fence posts. She repeated this also with the others. She imagined already, how beautifully dirty the four would be on the next day, particularly if the mud dried.

When she was done with that, Beate retreated back into the tent and devoted herself to her e-book. In between, she looked outside and noticed that the sky had cleared and that the moon was shining down on them. She retrieved a sleeping bag that had been in one of Trixie's bags and spread it out in the small tent. When she noticed that it had already become cooler, she also took out of the sack four sheets of foil, like rescue services use, and spread them over the poor slaves so that they would not catch cold. She read some more in her ebook but eventually she lay down in the sleeping bag, curled up and was asleep in a few minutes.

Beate slept pretty long that morning. The sun had risen hours ago when she finally crawled out of the tent. The slave girls had been trying to wake Beate for a long time, but since they were gagged, they could only make a few sounds and they had not been enough to wake Beate. When the slave girls saw their mistress, they hoped that they would be redeemed soon. But Beate wanted to go one better.

This time she started with Trixie. She released her from her bondage, which had kept her chest pressed to the floor all night, and undid her feet as well. Then she turned Trixie on her back and tied her legs as far apart as she could. This time she repeated this step on her slaves as well. When she was done with that, she took out a jar of honey from one of Trixie's bags and showed it to everyone. She opened the jar and ran two fingers through the sticky mass. Then she knelt between Trixie's legs, grabbed her pubic area and opened it slightly. She stroked the fingers with the honey first through the wet grotto and then she spread the rest of the honey all around.

Beate was still treating Siggi like this last when Trixie let out a shrill scream. Some beetles and bees had landed on Trixie and were exploring the friendly honey offering. Within minutes, all four were screaming. Beate listened to the concert and watched the reactions of her slave girls. After a good hour, she did come to the conclusion that enough was enough.

"So, I think that's it for this weekend. What do you say I free you now except for your carrying beams and we head back towards our cars with our luggage?" As she looked around, all four nodded vigorously. Beate then also quickly untied them and let them stand up. Then she loaded them up again like the day before. They then immediately went on their way. For the four slave girls it was only important that they went home soon. Besides, they were hungry by now because dinner had been canceled the day before and there had been no breakfast either. And above all, they were glad not to have to endure any more pine needles. Siggi silently swore that there would be no Christmas tree this year.

Finally she came to the place where their cars were parked. Actually, it could only be around a corner or two. But they kept walking without arriving at the cars. Beate turned around and the others followed her with difficulty, then Beate stopped and looked in all directions at an intersection. She was quite sure that they had arrived back at the spot where they had parked the day before. When she took a closer look, she noticed traces of a heavier car.

Beate went to her slave girls and first took the gags out of their mouths. Then she also loosened the beams from their backs and helped them to put down the loads. Finally all of them were standing in front of her again, naked but without any load. "What about my wagon," Siggi asked. Now Beate became meek.

"I don't know. I think … Could it be that someone towed our cars?"

"Oh come on, what's the point? We're really done now. So what about the car?" Siggi asked.

"No, really now," Beate defended herself. "Just look at the tracks here. That looks like a tow truck or something was standing here and loaded up our cars."

Now the five looked at each other helplessly and confused. Antje sat down on the ground and the others followed her example. They all looked at each other, but at the moment knew no advice. "How are we supposed to get back to town now," Karin asked. "I'm used to walking around town naked for a short distance, but as dirty as we all are and with the huge distance, we'll never make it."

Beate was crestfallen. "After all, it wasn't just our clothes in the car, my money is gone too, and the car papers and whatnot."

"You have a cell phone," Trixie suggested. "Can't you call some kind of cab? I'm sure you have a cab driver or something in your acquaintances who can discreetly get us back to town. When the cars are towed away, they'll be in some police impound lot. We'll get them back tomorrow or the next day."

"Sure," Beate exclaimed with relief. She reached for her cell phone and turned it on. At least, that's what she tried to do. Empty. "Damn, I've been reading my e-book too long," she cursed, tossing the phone to the floor.

"That doesn't help us now," Antje said now. "And I certainly don't want to hear any accusations against Beate from anyone now. Nobody could have expected that, it just went stupid. Everyone think about what we can do now."

After a few minutes, Beate stood up dejectedly. "No matter how, it's definitely my fault. I was the mistress, or rather I still am. That means I have to spoon out the soup. I have no choice but to go down to the street and try to hail a cab. Or maybe the police. That would both be extremely embarrassing, but it's the only way I can at least keep you guys out of it. If I can find a cab, I'll have them take me to the apartment. I promise the driver a fat tip if he plays along. Once I'm in the apartment, I can call a colleague who partly knows about our games. He has a VW bus, so we can pick you up here. But you'll have to hide here for the next few hours. With the police, of course, it would be a little easier, but even then I can't just say that there are still four completely naked women sitting in the forest. If we are unlucky, it will take even longer. But I don't see any other way."

The others agreed to the plan. "I'll go with you, though," Trixie declared. "I'll hide near the road then and watch out so nothing happens to you. Then, if all of a sudden the driver gets on our tail, at least I can come to your rescue."

Everyone thought that was a good plan. Beate hugged Trixie. "I know if things get rough, I can count on you. You stood your ground in prison, after all."

Together, the two then close down to the street. They huddled between some bushes and watched the road for now. After a few minutes, a cab actually drove by. They saw it from a distance, but it wasn't until it got within 100 yards that Beate jumped up, ran to the street, and waved her arms. The cab did not stop, however, but drove past her, honking wildly. They had no more luck with the next cab either, this time from the opposite direction. Some private cars drove down the street, but that was too risky for Beate.

Then Trixie spotted a police car coming toward them some distance away. She called Beate's attention to it. Beate squeezed her arm, then got up and stood in the roadway. Beate hissed to Trixie to get out of the way and that she, Beate, would take care of the rest.

There were two police officers in the car, who got out, but kept their hands on their weapons. Apparently they feared an attack by terrorists or the like. They looked suspiciously into the woods, but Trixie pressed herself to the ground and escaped their gaze. Beate then began to tell you a story. It was about a bet she had lost, about friends who had drunk a bit too much, etc. … Because of this bet, she got out of the car almost naked. However, she was now embarrassed that she had gotten involved and would now ask the officers for help. The officers looked at her doubtfully, then looked at each other. The one officer shrugged his shoulder, then made a sign that meant this naked woman must be going a little crazy. However, they finally relented and gave Beate a ride home. Beate had promised to show you her papers at home and to prove to them that everything was above board. It had just been a party that had gotten a little out of hand.

Less than an hour later, they had actually arrived at the WG. Beate opened the doors with the transponder in her arm. The officers were amazed when they saw this technical solution. They had never seen anything like it before. When they came upstairs to the apartment, everything was clean and tidy and Beate was able to convince them that everything was really in order. She showed them her identity card to prove that she really lived there. The policemen noted down the address and asked half a dozen more times whether everything was really in order. Finally they left the apartment.

Beate quickly got dressed, then called her colleague to ask if he could lend her his VW bus for a change. But she preferred not to tell him what it was about, because she was a bit embarrassed. Instead, she told him that she wanted to go on a trip with her friends. In fact, he gave her the keys to the car and Beate drove back to her friends as fast as she could. But when she drove down the small country road, she couldn't find the place where her friends were waiting for her. She drove to the next place, then turned around and drove back again. After she had driven the whole distance three times, she was beginning to despair. Suddenly, naked Trixie jumped onto the road 30 meters in front of her. Beate got fully into the irons. The fact that at this moment a car was also passing on the opposite lane and the occupants saw the naked Trixie did not interest them in the slightest. Beate jumped out of the car and hugged Trixie, then they quickly got into the car and Trixie showed her where the small forest path led off.

They quickly packed everything up, but they left all the fence posts in the woods. There were also a few blankets in the van that they put over their shoulders because Beate hadn't thought to bring anything for her friends to wear. By the time they finally got home, it was late afternoon. Completely exhausted, they first visited the toilets, then, without having agreed beforehand, they met in the living room.

"I can imagine now," Beate began, "that you are pretty angry with me. You're right, too. I don't know how this could have happened, but it was my fault."

The five sat in silence in their living room for a long moment. Then Trixie, of all people, broke the silence, "Well, quite honestly, I thought it was great. We'll have to do something like that again."

Her friends looked at Trixie, then started laughing like crazy. They all felt relief, but Beate resolved to be a little more careful next time.

Chapter 12 The Bitch

The following morning they had to sit down and discuss how to get back to the cars. This time only Siggi was dressed, because she had replaced Beate as mistress

"Let's just go to the police and say they disappeared from the forest path," Trixie suggested.

"It's not that simple," Beate replied. "I told them something about a party that got out of hand. How are two missing cars going to fit in?"

"Especially if they open the cars and find all our clothes in there. Including papers and money," Siggi pointed out.

"Do you have the names of the two policemen," asked Trixie.

"Sure, they gave me their business cards."

"Then give them a call. If anyone answers, you tell them you dialed the wrong number. But with luck, one of them will pick up the phone," Trixie explained.

"And then what do I say?"

"Also that you've dialed the wrong number."

"That won't do any good," Antje said.

"Yes it does, then we know they're on duty now. Then we don't have to deal with other policemen who don't even know what was going on."

"And then?"

"The truth. No matter how long we deliberate here, we can't get around it. We explain that we went camping. We don't need to explain the details to them."

"We went camping. Good," Beate said, "and our clothes?"

"We're nudists. And we were so terribly ashamed when suddenly the cars were gone. And because we did want to camp naked, we couldn't go to any campgrounds."

"Yes, that's right," Siggi admitted. "The bottom line is that you're right, Trixie. We'll just have to adjust it a bit so they don't think we're totally batty. So, who's coming along? I'm definitely going, because it's my bus. And Beate, because she knows the cops. But we still have to have a female driver. Trixie, how about you. Do you even have a driver's license?"

"Sure I have. Why do you ask?"

"Because you've never taken a car to go anywhere. You've always taken the subway"

"Uhhh, how? As you may know, I don't have a car. And you need yours yourself, don't you?"

"You saw the other cars in our underground parking area, didn't you?"

"Yes, I have. I was wondering whose they were."

Antje looked at Trixie in amazement. "Officially, they belong to a rental car company that I own. But the ones in the garage are reserved just for us here. If you need a car, you take one of those. There are papers in the glove compartments, all cars are fully insured and the tank is at least three-quarters full. That's the only rule: when the fuel gauge drops below that, you fill up. Either at the gas station here on the cross street, or on the road with the fuel card. It's also in the glove compartment. Only fines have to be paid with your own money. If you want a certain car, you just have to say so. It's no problem."

"A Porsche, too," Trixie asked jokingly.

"We used to have one, but we all got a little grumpy in the box. That's why I turned it in, but if you can handle it, I'd be happy to request it again."

"Hey, I was just kidding," Trixie exclaimed.

"Not on me, you're not."

Now Beate interjected. "I thought I told you that. How else are you going to get to work starting next month?"

"I can just take one of those cars? Just like that? Even that bright red Mini?" Trixie's eyes got all wide.

"Of course. It doesn't matter. Only if you need Siggi's bus, you'll have to ask her, of course, because she needs it for work. But be careful with the Mini. It looks harmless, but the engine is tuned. So, you'll go with me then?"

"Sure. Antje and Karin have to go to the store, after all. Can I drive?"

"No problem. Then we should get dressed slowly and off we go. I'll just take some more cash with me, it might come in handy," Beate said.

"I also still have almost all of the 1000 euros I got from you," Trixie offered.

"You're supposed to spend that on yourself," Antje said. "We always have cash in reserve for emergencies. Probably no-one has told you that either?"

Trixie preferred not to say anything. But she consoled herself that she would be earning her own money starting next month and could then also contribute something to the upkeep.

Siggi called the police station as suggested, then quickly hung up after saying "Sorry, wrong number." She confirmed that at least one of the police officers from the day before was on duty.

When they got to the garage, Trixie asked if they could take the Mini. Beate wasn't exactly thrilled, but Siggi said it wasn't a problem after all. She could squeeze into the back seat. She had seen that Trixie's eyes lit up at the Mini.

The ride lasted almost an hour until they got out in front of the police station. Beate and Siggi congratulated themselves on having survived the drive, because Trixie had probably mistaken it for a Formula 1 race. But she had obeyed all speed limits.

They entered the police station and Beate immediately saw that one of the policemen who had brought them to Cologne the day before was sitting behind the counter. The policeman also recognized her immediately. A few moments later, the other policeman also came into the guard's office with a coffee mug in his hand. He grinned and nodded at Beate.

"Well, dressed today," the first policeman said. "And these are her friends who had let things get a little out of hand?"

"Something like that," Beate replied. "I didn't tell you everything there, and we need your help, too."

"We figured that wasn't everything. So out with it."

"Well, there was no celebration. We didn't drink anything either. I just didn't know what to tell you. So the three of us and two others are nudists. We wanted to go nude camping here in the woods one weekend. We parked our cars on a forest path. Well, it was nice, but the thunderstorm was not so great and when we wanted to go back home the next day, our cars were gone. With all our clothes and papers. The shorts I had on yesterday were the only piece of clothing that happened to be in our camping stuff."

"And now you need help getting back to the cars? I'm sure you know that camping in the woods is illegal. But let's not go there. Where exactly did you park? Can you show me on the map?" He took a topographical map out of the drawer and spread it out on the counter. Then he showed Beate the spot where they had picked her up.

"Right here next to the forest trail," Beate explained, following the trail with her finger.

The two policemen watched, then one said, "Forest Service?"

The other confirmed. "Yes, forest administration." He went to the phone and dialed a number. When someone answered, he said "Hello, police department. Did you tow two cars out of the forest yesterday?" Turning to the three, he asked "What kind?"

"A VW bus and a Passat, Cologne license plates."

"Did you hear?" he asked into the phone. "Yes, good. No, three ladies. Good. They wait here. Ten minutes or so? No problem. Thank you. See you soon."

"So, no problem at all," you explained. "The cars are in the yard of the Forest Service. One of the staff will be here in a few minutes. There might be a problem with the Forest Service, though. Towing isn't cheap, especially with that bus, and the Forest Service will probably also call in a warning fine for camping and trespassing on the forest road."

"Serves us right," Siggi declared. Won't happen again." She looked around and spotted a collection tin for the children's charity. She nudged Beate lightly with her elbow and nodded her head toward the collection box. Beate understood. She pulled out her wallet and took out a few bills, which she put into the box. The policemen took note of this sympathetically. They understood the gesture and said nothing more.

Shortly after, a man came into the police station. He greeted the policemen, then introduced himself as an employee of the forestry administration. "So, you own the two cars we found on Saturday. It's best if you come with us to our depot, we can sort everything out there. You are there with the car?"

Beate answered in the affirmative. They said goodbye to the policemen and drove behind the forestry officer to the depot. There he escorted them to a small office.

There, Beate repeated the explanations she had also used to the police. She declared that she would pay for everything, even if further damage appeared somewhere. She also said to him that something like this would not happen again.

"Well," the man was satisfied with the explanation, "then I won't scold you any further. I can imagine that this was a lesson for you. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant for you either. But tell me why you didn't just rent one of our forest cabins. It can't be because of money, you seem to have enough of that."

Now Beate was astonished. "We didn't know that you could rent cabins here. We certainly would have, and now that we know, we'll certainly do that sometime soon."

"You only get answers if you ask," the man said. He handed Beate a small brochure with details about renting forest cabins. "There they are completely undisturbed. We have five cabins. No matter how loud the music is, or if you want to walk around there naked, none of it bothers anyone. So, but to last weekend. Towing costs 130 euros for the Passat and 180 for the bus. In addition, another 150 euros for wild camping. Actually that would be 150 per car, but since you belong together and are reasonable we leave that at once. That makes all together 460 euro. Can you transfer that?"

Beate just pulled out her wallet and took out the money. She handed him the bills. 10 minutes later, everything was done. Siggi wanted to drive directly to her workshop while Beate and Trixie wanted to go home. On the way back, Trixie dutifully drove behind Beate.

"Say, Trixie," Beate began when they were back home and riding up in the elevator, "when we left, you drove like hell, but now on the way back like a little lamb? How does that fit?"

"At first, that's when I wanted to see what was in the box. But I don't always drive like that. Besides, it was fun to be behind the wheel for the first time in three years."

As they ate breakfast the next day, all naked except Mistress Siggi of course, Siggi asked Trixie if she had anything planned for the next few days, or if she could probably help her in the workshop until Friday. Trixie happily agreed. Siggi told her she didn't need to wear anything because she was supposed to ride in the closet on the bus.

Trixie didn't mind and she unsuspectingly went along to the garage. Everything went normally there too, Siggi locked her in the closet and didn't let her out until she reached the garage. Next to the garage door, Trixie saw a doghouse that she hadn't even noticed on her first visit.

"Did you ever have a dog?" she asked Siggi.

"I have a female dog," Siggi replied mysteriously. As they entered the workshop, Siggi took out an iron collar with a long chain from a box. She showed it to Trixie. The collar said "Trixie." Trixie thought it was great to finally have a custom collar, only the long chain surprised her a bit. Siggi put it on her and secured it with a heavy lock.

She took the chain and pulled Trixie behind her back outside. There, she attached the chain with a second lock to a ring that was mounted on the wall next to the doghouse.

"My dog's name is 'Trixie,'" Siggi explained. "She guards the workshop. And she greets the visitors."

Trixie laughed, then lowered herself to all fours. "Trixie is a good dog," she announced, laughing at the situation.

Siggi went into the workshop and soon Trixie heard the band saw. She sat down in front of the dog hats and enjoyed the sun. At some point, she fell asleep.

She woke up again when Siggi nudged her. "Hey, what a watchdog you are, just sleeping. Look, I brought you some water and food." With that she pointed to two dog bowls, one actually filled with water and the other with broken granola bars.

Siggi laughed, still finding the situation funny. "You, I have to go pee," she said.

"Wait a minute." Siggi disappeared into the workshop for a moment, then returned with a plastic bowl containing granules. "It's actually a litter box," Siggi explained. But I guess it'll do."

"And you want me to go on it?"

"Sure. Or do you mind that it's not a dog litter box?"

Trixie shrugged, then squatted over the litter box and let it go. She was beginning to think the joke Siggi was playing wasn't just funny anymore. Siggi disappeared back into the workshop and left Trixie alone.

Suddenly the gate to the street rang. Siggi came out and went to the gate. "Hey, you can't leave me sitting here like this," cried Trixie fearfully.

"Stop that barking, Trixie," Siggi scolded and opened the gate.

A young couple entered the yard. When they saw Trixie, they laughed, but didn't pay any further attention to her. "Can you pet her," the woman asked as they entered the workshop.

"No problem, she barks but she doesn't bite. But I better give you a treat, she'll be friendlier."

After a few moments, the woman actually came back out with a granola bar. She held it up in front of Trixie and said, "Roll over."

Trixie thought she should play along. Apparently, the visitors were used to this kind of situation. So she imitated a dog doing a roll over for a treat and even let her tongue hang out. "Good girl," the woman said, and gave her the bar directly into her mouth. Then she stroked her hair. "There, I have to go in. Siggi has to measure me, I'm supposed to get a cage," she said as she left.

Soon the couple left Siggi again and she got back to work. Slowly the day passed, actually quite uneventful.

At some point, Trixie had no watch, at Siggi from the workshop. She locked the door and sat down in the car. "Take good care of the workshop," she called to Trixie through the open car window. She opened the yard door, drove the car out and locked the gate again. Now Trixie suddenly didn't find the situation funny anymore. Was she supposed to stay here alone, naked? At least she wanted to have some cover for the time being and therefore crawled into the doghouse. In a moment Siggi would surely come back and pick her up.

But then it got dark and no Siggi. Slowly it dawned on her that she really should keep watch here like a dog. She stayed in the doghouse, snuggled in the back corner, and eventually even fell asleep.

In the meantime, Beate asked in the WG what was going on with Trixie. Siggi told her and Beate shook herself with laughter. When Antje and Karin came later, there was general laughter.

"And how long is this supposed to go on," Karin asked.

"I don't know yet," Siggi replied. "She doesn't always have to be pampered by us, she has to go through hardships sometimes. If she starts begging, I'll let her struggle some more, then release her in the evening."

"Trixie won't beg," Karin declared categorically, "she'll keep it up. All week if she has to."

"No way," Siggi retorts. "Tomorrow night she'll offer me something else if I just set her free." Now they started to discuss. Only Karin held the opinion that Trixie would hold out. "She's a tough bitch," she explained, "She hasn't even chickened out yet."

The four agreed they would call her bluff. Siggi promised not to tell Trixie anything, but to just go on as if it were normal. Only if Trixie started begging should they cut her loose. Friday afternoon was set as the extreme end.

In the meantime, Trixi was also having second thoughts. She hadn't done anything wrong after all. She came to the conclusion that Siggi and perhaps the others wanted to try out whether she could also cope with such a situation. She would show them that she belonged to the WG. And give in? Everyone but her. That was the image she had of herself.

In the morning, Siggi brought her breakfast, which Tixie ate like a dog on all fours. Siggi noticed that the toilet had been used and replaced the cat litter. But she didn't really talk to Trixie but only as if she were talking to a dog. "Good dog." "Good dog." "Sit!" "Down!"

Siggi expected a reaction from Trixie, but she took it all in stride. Once a delivery man came, but when Siggi ordered, "Get in the hut," Trixie disappeared there and didn't come out again until the delivery man was gone. And when Siggi went back home in the evening, she saw that Trixie disappeared into the doghouse and snuggled in.

She reported back to the WG that evening. Karin was beaming because she had been right and Siggi was no longer sure if Trixie would give up.

That's how Thursday and Friday passed, too. On Friday, Siggi came to Trixie around 4 o'clock. "Damn, I never thought you would keep this up." With that, she opened the two locks. Trixie stood up and stretched. "I brought you something to wear," Siggi commented.

"What for," Trixie inquired, playing the serene one and secretly glad it was finally over. "Don't I ride in the aisle?"

"Whatever you say," Siggi replied. Then she hugged Trixie and squeezed her tightly. "Damn stubborn," she commented.

When they arrived at the WG, Karin was also already home, which was unusual because she was usually always at the store with Antje. As soon as she saw Trixie, she ran to her, hugged her and picked her up. Then she led Trixie into the living room, where there was a huge package wrapped in wrapping paper.

"For me," Trixie asked.

"For the winner," Karin explained.

Trixie tore open the package. Inside was a pony dress, like the others had one, tailored and made of the finest leather that shone black. Also included was the head harness and boots that were modeled after horse hooves. All the rings, buckles and buttons shone. "Can I put this on?" Trixie asked.

"Sure. Come on, I'll help you with it."

Chapter 13 Awkward, Awkward

In the evening, they sat down in the kitchen as usual. Siggi was, of course, lightly dressed as the current mistress and Trixie wore her new outfit, which the others dutifully admired. It amused them to see the almost childlike enthusiasm Trixie displayed. At the same time, they were impressed by her performance.

Siggi opened the meeting: "First, I would like to clarify something organizational. We have to draw lots for who will plan our vacation this year. Trixie, I take it that we are not including you in this draw?"

"Yeah, no problem. Especially since I don't know what you're talking about."

Beate jumped in, "Every fall we take a two week vacation somewhere in the sun. Where and what we do is determined by the loser in this raffle."

"The loser?"

"Yes. Usually involves a lot of work and planning. You can also call her the winner because she gets to determine what we do. If you like, I'll show you pictures from last time later. We went to Florida."

"Yes, including a gentleman caller!" interjected Karin.

"Gentlemen callers?"

"Well, one time there was a giant crocodile in the backyard. The guy from Animal Control we called said two meters wasn't extreme, but it was enough for us."

"OK" Siggi spoke up again, "Let's get to the raffle. I've got four matches here, whoever draws the shortest one gets it." With that she held four matches in her fist. Everyone drew one, then Antje held up hers with a grin.

"That should be me then. No problem. Just one thing, Trixie, in case it's the US again or something like that, do you have a passport?"

"Yeah, no problem. It's still valid for five years."

"Good," Siggi declared. "Antje, you still have something?"

"Yes," said Antje, "I have to go to London for three days next week. I'm visiting two suppliers for the store and have a long meeting with my wealth advisors. You've all been there a few times, does anyone mind if I take Trixie with me? Assuming she's okay with the rain?"

"London," gasped Trixie, "I've never been there! What kind of rules? Never mind, I'm okay with it."

"Be careful," Karin cautioned. "First of all, Antje is your mistress on the trip, she decides everything, you are the slave who obeys every order. And you have to prove yourself worthy this weekend."

"What does that mean 'I must prove myself worthy' ?"

"Well, that brings us to the weekend," now Siggi explained. "I was going to play the lottery anyway, we haven't had that in almost three months. Everyone draws a lottery ticket. Trixie, to prove yourself worthy you have to play 'three plus one'. Karin, will you please get the tickets?"

Karin got up, left the room and came back two minutes later with a large salad bowl. Trixie saw that there were small capsules inside.

"It's very simple," Antje explained. "That's about 120 capsules, each one has a task in it. Mostly something nasty, of course. We did these a while back. Each of us came up with something like 30 tasks and described them very roughly. So, today we each draw one of the capsules and complete the task over the weekend."

"Yes," Beate continued. "And for special occasions, we came up with the game of three plus one. You draw three tasks first, then a wild card task. The first one is opened, just like ours, and you find out what it is. If it's too extreme for you, you can choose the wildcard task. When you complete the first task, the second capsule is opened, and so on."

"You have to remember, though, if you turn down a task, you only have one wild card. And what that is, that's your risk," Siggi interjected.

"And what are those tasks?" asked Trixie.

"They go from very easy tasks to hard ones." Explained Beate. "But assume that all tasks will challenge you quite a bit."

"I can imagine that," replied Trixie. "I wouldn't have expected anything else either. But as I said, I've never been to London. And not to mention, I belong here, and that means I'm in."

"Good, then that's settled," said Siggi. "Now please each take a capsule and you, Trixie, take three." Each of the "slave girls" took a capsule and placed it in front of them. Trixie followed suit and placed her three capsules in front of her as well. "So, now you take another capsule, which we'll keep separate. That's your wild card."

Trixie took another capsule and gave it to Siggi, who put it in a jar on the table. Then Siggi said, "Antje, you are first in the alphabet. Please read us your assignment."

Antje opened the small capsule and took out a piece of paper. "You will do the week's shopping, but on foot. For that, you'll wear a black latex outfit, but without a mask, but with ballerina heels."

Antje thought for a moment. "On foot! That's more than 2 km each way. That's going to be pretty intense, especially on the way back with all the shopping."

"I'm afraid it's going to be even harder," Beate interjected. "Because we need water, too. There's only one bottle left."

"Oh great," Antje replied. "Can I at least start from the store? It's a little closer than from here to the supermarket." When no one raised an objection she said, "Thank you very much. Then hand me the shopping list, please."

Next, Beate took her capsule and pulled out the note. "You are a lick slave this weekend. You will satisfy the others where and as often as they want." Beate grinned and licked her lips meaningfully. "I don't mind that at all. In fact, it'll be fun. So whenever you want, I'm here for you."

Now it was Karin's turn. "Tour de France. In the low mountains. You'll bike 80 km uphill downhill on the ergometer. Take the saddle with the two dildos."

"That sounds exhausting." commented Trixie. "How long do you have to bike there?"

"On level ground, I'd do it in two and a half to three hours. Uphill downhill, I'm sure it would take me 4 hours. That's when the dildos will challenge me quite a bit."

Trixie was all excited as she reached for the first capsule and opened it. She read what was on the note quietly at first, then read it out loud: "You're going to ride the pony for one hour."

"I don't understand that now," Trixie said. "I think we are the ponies."

Karin answered her, "You will sit on a frame for a while. Some say it is a horse, others call it a buck but we just say pony here. Actually, it's quite simple. Basically, it involves a thin plank that is rounded at the top and you sit on it. You are tied up and positioned so that you sit with your pussy right on the plank and it bears your entire weight. It all sounds easy, but trust me, for a beginner like you, one hour is quite a challenge."

"I see. I'll be curious," said Trixie. With that, she reached for her second capsule.

"Stop!" Siggi interjected. "The next capsule will not be opened until you have completed the first task. That will be tomorrow afternoon then, because you'll also have work to do in Antje's store tomorrow."

After the meeting was over, they went into the living room together. Beate called up the photos on the computer that they had taken on their last vacation in Florida. When Trixie saw the crocodile, she didn't want to believe it. But the others assured her that it was all real and that this crocodile was special to them too.

In the morning, they first did the usual cleaning, then Trixie went to the store with Antje and Karin.

Karin started preparing for the day while Antje took care of Trixie. Trixie had only worn a long t-shirt on the drive to the store, which she now had to take off as well. Instead, Antje handed her a white apron with lace, like those sometimes worn by waitresses in cafes. Then Antje showed Trixie the preparations Karin had made. On a cupboard were several bottles of champagne and orange juice, next to them the corresponding glasses and some bowls with pastries. Antje pressed a silver tray into Trixie's hand.

"So, now when the customers come, you offer them something to drink and pastries. It's best if you always prepare the drinks. So sparkling wine, straight or with orange juice, but some prefer straight orange juice because they still have to drive."

"Is that how you want me to serve the drinks?" asked Trixie, horrified.

Antje looked at her for a moment. "You're absolutely right." she said, and went to the cash register. She rummaged around in a drawer, then came back with a little crown for a server and put it in Trixie's hair. "That's perfect!"

Trixie looked at herself doubtfully in the mirror. From behind she was totally naked, and in front the apron did cover her breasts and reach very just below her pussy, but still, of course, the apron gave no real protection. Finally, she sighed in surrender and prepared her tray. It didn't take long for the first customers to arrive either. Trixie moved between the customers with her tray and offered the drinks. She tried not to let anything show and always smiled friendly. But every now and then someone grabbed her bottom and some customers even lifted their aprons a little. Then Trixie would have loved to sink into the ground.

"Could I have a glass of champagne with orange juice, please?" a male voice asked from behind Trixie. Trixie spun around and dropped the tray with the glasses right on Dieter Bergmann's shoes in shock. She had really not expected to see her new employer here and to present herself in such a way. She quickly bent down and began to pick up the tray and the broken pieces, but her boss also bent down and helped her. Karin came to the rescue with a dustpan.

Mr. Bergmann looked Trixie in the eye, then reached a finger under her chin and together they straightened up. He smiled at Trixie: "It's not that bad. I've already told you that I know about their way of life and that I tolerate it. So you don't have to be embarrassed at all to show yourself here like this. And I hope that you will not interpret this as sexual harassment. Besides, I'm here today as a normal customer. My niece is a bit, how shall I say, 'kinky' I guess you call it. For her 21st birthday, she secretly asked me for a latex slip with two inner dildos. She said size S. Can you help me with that?"

Trixie was completely overwhelmed. She was standing almost naked in front of her boss, who took it all quite casually, while she herself had turned bright red. But Karin helped her out of this situation. She pressed the dustpan into Trixie's hand and sent her to the back to empty it. To do this, she took Mr. Bergmann to the appropriate shelves and showed him various models there.

Mr. Bergmann then selected a pair of briefs, and Karin walked with him to the checkout counter, where she wrapped the briefs in wrapping paper. "You know," Mr. Bergmann said, "Trixie is quite lovely. I also think her embarrassment is actually quite nice. Can you please tell her afterwards that this appearance here will definitely not have any negative consequences for her."

Trixie had sat down in Karin's workshop. She had her hands in front of her face and was close to tears. When Karin had finished serving Mr. Bergmann, she came into the workshop. She sat down next to Trixie and put her hand on her shoulder, comforting her.

"Listen, Trixie," she said softly, "your boss seems like a pretty cool guy. He told me to tell you that all this will be of no consequence to you. You're really lucky to have a boss like that."

"But I was practically naked when I stood in front of him," said Trixie. "How many of his employees do you think he's seen like that before?"

"I don't know. That's true. And if he has, I'm sure it's only a few with a build like yours. Since you've been with us, a lot of people have seen you more or less naked. Just think of that action where you distributed the brochures. Or last week here in the shop window."

"True enough. But still. He's my boss, even if he was here as a normal customer. I know I have to deal with that kind of thing. You seem to have fewer problems." Karin stroked her a little, then took a paper handkerchief and wiped a tear from Trixie's face.

"Come on. The show must go on!"

"Give me a moment" said Trixie, leaning back a bit and trying to breathe very calmly. She closed her eyes for a moment, then rose. She picked up her tray, wiped it clean, and went back into the sales-room. There she drank half a glass of champagne, then put a few glasses on her tray again, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked to the customers with the tray, smiling.

Chapter 14 Three plus one

Still, it was torture for Trixie. She kept looking at the door to see if anyone who knew her was entering the store. Accordingly, she was relieved when Antje closed the store at 2:00 in the afternoon. Trixie was allowed to put on her long T-shirt again and then drove back to the WG with Karin.

In the meantime, Antje had squeezed into a tight, black latex dress consisting of pants and top, just as her job had called for. The ballerina heels were a single agony for her. But that was so part of her life in the WG and she accepted it. She walked from the store to the supermarket, where she grabbed a shopping cart and then looked at the shopping list for the first time. When she saw the long list, it did startle her. Even the first items on the list showed her that there was no way she could carry this home all at once. Potatoes, onions, vegetables and fruit. She roughly added it all up in her head and came up with more than 11 kilograms. Antje suspected it would be a long day.

Meanwhile, Trixie and Karin were back in the WG. Trixie told Beate what had happened in the store. Beate tried to calm Trixie down. She knew that Dieter was really as relaxed as he acted. But to reassure Trixie, Beate promised her that she would call Dieter the following Monday.

Siggi came into the kitchen where Beate was sitting with Trixie and Karin and where they were all having a cup of coffee. She then said to Trixie, "What is it, shall we?"

Trixie nodded and rose. Together with Siggi, she left the kitchen and headed in the direction of the playroom. She could still hear Karin saying to Beate, "let's go to my room, I can use this now."

On the way to the playroom, Trixie took off her t-shirt and when she passed the door to her own room, she opened it briefly and threw the t-shirt on the bed. Naked, she then entered the playroom together with Siggi. Siggi handed her leather cuffs for her feet, her arms and also for her upper arms. When Trixie had put the cuffs on, Siggi tied her arms behind her body and also pulled her upper arms close together with a rope. Then she showed Trixie her instrument of torture. The pony, as Siggi called it, really looked like a saw log. Except that the beam was very thin in the middle and rounded at the top. The legs were extendable and Siggi adjusted them so that when Trixie climbed on the pony, she barely reached the ground.

When Trixie sat on the pony, she had to slide back and forth a bit, with Siggi pushing her labia apart with his fingers. Finally, to Siggi's satisfaction, Trixie took up the correct position and Siggi took two ropes which she attached to the pony's legs. She passed the ropes through the rings on the cuffs on Trixie's legs and used them to pull the legs apart a bit so that Trixie could no longer reach the ground even with her toes. There was a ring dowel embedded in the ceiling above the pony, through which a rope had already been passed. She attached this rope to the cuffs on Trixie's wrists and slowly pulled it tight. This forced Trixie to bend over further and really concentrate all the weight on her pussy.

"Well, how does that feel?" asked Siggi with a grin. Trixie could only screw up her face.

"There, now it's ten to three. At ten to four, I'll lower you down here. I suspect Beate will soon have satisfied Karin, then the two of them will surely come over here to visit you. We're not doing this to torture each other without any sense or reason, but we all want to get something out of it."

"Can anything happen to me?" asked Trixie, agonized.

Siggi stroked Trixie's cheeks, "Don't worry. Your pussy can take a lot more than you think. I'll just go to the kitchen for a minute and get something to drink. Then I'll be back. If you can't take it at all, you let me know. But knowing you now, you can handle it."

She left Trixie alone for a moment and then returned with a glass of orange juice. She also had a still camera and a video camera with a tripod. "This is a memorable moment," she explained, "We should capture it." Then she took a series of shots of Trixie, not only of the whole scene, but she also took some detail shots. Trixie contorted her face and grimaced. Siggi set up the movie camera and pointed it to record Trixie's performance.

She walked over to her friend, then grinned and ran her finger along her labia. "So at least it excites you," she stated and lifted her now wet finger to her nose. Then she held the finger under Trixie's nose as well and let her lick the finger afterwards. She ran her finger along Trixie's labia once more and this time licked the finger herself. "You taste good," she observed. "That makes Beate immediately envious when she gets to lick you. You should claim her right away when you come down here. It'll do your pussy a lot of good too, believe me."

It didn't take long at all for Beate and Karin to join Siggi. Karin asked Trixie how she felt now.

"It hurts like hell," Trixie explained. "But at the same time, I realize that it excites me. Siggi suggested to me earlier that I get it right away with Beate. I think I'll follow that advice."

Time passed slowly, but finally Trixie had made it. Siggi freed her from the bondage. Then she hugged her friend, patted her bottom and said "brave little warrior."

Beate took Trixie to her room and had her lie down on her bed. Then she carefully pushed her legs apart and sank her head into Trixie's lap. At the first touches of her tongue to Trixie's labia, Trixie twitched and moaned slightly, but the pain eased more and more and the pleasure increased. Slowly and patiently Beate licked the wet cleft until she noticed that Trixie first stiffened and then relaxed with a long exhale. Beate carefully withdrew, then left Trixie alone in her room so she could relax a bit. Sure enough, Trixie fell into a short but deep sleep.

When Trixie woke up, it was already a little after five in the afternoon. She got up, stretched a bit and rubbed her still somewhat sore pussy. But then she went into the living room, where her three friends were sitting in front of the TV.

"Have you heard anything from Antje," Trixie asked.

"Yes, she was here earlier with some groceries," Siggi explained. "But she hadn't been able to carry everything and went again."

"Does she really have to go get water too?" Asked Trixie.

"No, I took care of that this morning." Beate revealed. "But I haven't told her about it yet. I don't mind her thinking she's in for that, too."

"Shall we open your second capsule?" asked Siggi. "Or are you going to skip London and give up?"

"Out of the question," Trixie replied. "I wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this to come to London." She went into the kitchen and picked up the second capsule that was on the table. Then in the living room, she opened the capsule and took out the note. "You will get ten strokes with a thin whip on your bottom or back, then in braces: both if you wish, brace closed. In the evening you will go to a lesbian club in a short dress, backless. There you will stay at least 2 hours. The mistress will accompany you and watch over you. If the others want to come along, that is of course o. k." Trixie read out.

"So this task has been perfectly thought out by Karin. Especially the part about "both if you want" is quite typical," Beate explained.

"Guilty," said Karin.

"Still, I don't quite understand the task," said Trixie.

"The whip decorates your bottom and your back, respectively. You're supposed to see the straps clearly. That shows everyone that you're really serious about being a slave. If you show up like that at a lesbian club, everyone will pounce on you," Karin grinned. "I think we'll all go to the club with you tonight and not miss the spectacle."

"You guys have a good laugh," Trixie complained. "You can do it with me, after all. I only have one left leg." She grinned at the others.

Siggi stood up. "So, are you going to do it or do you want to pull the joker?"

"I'd rather save the joker for now. Is five on the butt and five on the back okay?"

"Fine by me," Siggi declared, looking at the other two who nodded in agreement. "No problem. Do you have any special requests as to who whips you?"

"Actually, I'm still afraid of the whip," Trixie agreed. "But I know I can take it. When you guys took me in here at the WG, I had to whip Karin to show that I could do it. I think this would be an opportunity for her to return the favor, don't you?"

"Trixie, Trixie, Trixie," Karin said. "You are just one of a kind. I promise not to hit you full force, either. But it must be so that the welts are then also well visible. Agreed?"

Trixie reached for Karin's hand and pulled her up. "Come on, then, let's get it over with. I suppose you two are coming along to watch, too?"

The four of them walked together into the playroom. There, Trixie first had to lie across the pony she had been sitting on before, and Karin got a thin crop out of one of the cupboards. Meanwhile, Siggi had set up the camera with the tripod again to record the whole thing, because Antje surely wanted to watch it, too. She posed behind Trixie, then took a swing and the crop landed on Trixie's bottom. Trixie cried out, but then she said, "One. Keep going."

Karin lashed out again and gave Trixie the next stroke. Before Trixie could say "two," the third stroke came, then the fourth and fifth. "Better to go through it quickly than to have to wait for the next one each time," Karin explained. "And how are we going to tie you down for the five on the back?"

Trixie straightened up from the pony and massaged her bottom. She turned to Karin and asked, "How about I just kneel down, put my arms on the back of my neck, and you whip me untied?"

"Do you think you can take that?" Karin asked in amazement. "It's not easy."

Trixie just knelt on the floor and put her arms on the back of her neck. "Go ahead. I can do it!" she demanded.

The three friends looked at each other in disbelief. Then Karin lashed out and gave Trixie a blow on the shoulder with the riding crop. The blow threw Trixie forward and she had to catch herself with her hands. "Sorry," Trixie said, resuming her previous position. "It was harder than I thought it would be. Now I'm prepared for it. Just keep doing it, but please do it in quick succession like before."

The five welts on Trixie's back were concentrated at about the level of her shoulder blades. As Trixie stood up to rub her back, Karin dropped the crop and hugged her friend. Meanwhile, Beate quickly went to her room and got some ointment, which she then applied to the welts on her back and butt.

They all went back to the living room together. On the way, Trixie whispered in Siggi's ear, "Honestly, when you whipped me in the workshop the other day, it hurt me more."

"After all, you fell forward after the first blow on your back."

"Yes, I did. I didn't expect so much momentum to be transferred to me. I had concentrated above all on blocking the pain."

A little later, Antje returned from her second shopping trip. She was pretty exhausted and you could tell she could barely walk. "These shoes are killing me," she said, "Now I just have to get the damn water."

"Sit down," demanded Beate. "I've taken care of the water. Come on, I'll take your shoes off."

Antje dropped onto an armchair and stretched all fours. "Whose damn job was that, anyway?"

"I think, my dear, that was your own snap idea." She knelt down in front of Antje and took off her boots then massaged her feet, whereupon Antje grunted with pleasure. Beate crawled closer to Antje and gently pushed her legs apart. Then she slowly pulled down her latex pants, while Antje slipped off a bit to support Beate. Beate pushed further and further between Antje's legs until she reached her pussy and started to spoil her girlfriend with her tongue.

When Antje slowly relaxed again afterwards, she asked how it had gone with Trixie in the meantime. Beate told her everything and then also showed her on the TV the film that Siggi had recorded.

All together they decided to leave around twenty-one o'clock and go to one of the lesbian bars they knew, so that Trixie could fulfill the second part of her task there. They were all anxious to see how Trixie would do there.

After dinner, Siggi showed how she imagined Trixie's performance in the pub. She had picked out a short nightgown that left her back almost completely uncovered and that also reached just barely over Trixie's bottom. To go with it, Trixie was to put on the collar with "slave" on it and some simple sandals. Trixie put the clothes on and everyone thought she was dressed appropriately for tonight.

They then set out as scheduled just before 9:00 in the evening. With two cars, they drove downtown. When they entered the pub, they split up. Antje, Beate and Karin sat down at a table against the wall while Siggi and Trixie went to the bar. Siggi ordered two non-alcoholic beers. While they waited for the beer, Siggi handed Trixie a cell phone. "Here on the cell phone I have the movies on it that I shot today. You can show them around, but even if you're asked, don't send them to anyone, got it?"

"Got it. Actually, I don't like beer," Trixie said.

"Here it's drink wine-stay alone. Drink beer-flirt with me." And that's the appeal of the task, after all." Siggi let her hand wander over Trixie's back further and further down past her bottom to her bare legs. Then she lifted her hand a little again, lifting the nightgown over Trixie's oozing bottom.

It wasn't long before a young woman stood next to Trixie. She smiled kindly at Trixie, her hand finding its way onto Trixie's bottom at the same time. Siggi excused herself and went to the other end of the bar. There she waved the barmaid over. "The little redhead is not getting any alcohol tonight" she explained to the barmaid, slipping her a small-folded €100 bill. The barmaid nodded and said that was no problem. Siggi then walked over to the others and sat down at the table as well.

The four then watched Trixie, who was surrounded by more and more women. They saw that the others seemed to want to buy Trixie some drinks, but the barmaid signaled to Siggi that everything was fine.

"Did you actually check to see what Trixie's latest assignment is?" Beate inquired of Siggi.

"Of course. I figured it was better to check than to look stupid later. Actually, she was supposed to work with the rowing machine for 2 hours."

"Two hours of rowing, that's not too hard," Karin judged. "She should actually be able to do that."

"Two hours with the clock," Siggi replied. The clock was an add-on to their rowing machine that checked to see if the rower was maintaining a predetermined speed. If she did not, the device sent an electric shock through a cable connected to the rower's pussy. At first a very mild one, but as it repeated, it became stronger and stronger.

"Ouch," Antje commented. "But you said she was supposed to row for two hours. I guess you replaced the task with something else."

Siggi nodded, "I figured she'd already done more than enough this week. First with me as a watchdog, then with you in the store and today the two tasks. I came up with something different, you'll all like it. And I would imagine even Trixie is enjoying it, at least a little bit."

Antje nodded in agreement, "you're absolutely right. But let's see how things progress here first. Oh, by the way, Beate, you're the lick slave this weekend. I could use it right now."

"Here?" asked Beate. When Antje nodded, Beate slid out of her chair under the table. There she knelt in front of Antje and quickly found her way to her pussy. Antje tried to stay very calm and postpone her orgasm as long as possible. When she came anyway, she said, "you are a magician. Do you also do magic with Karin and Siggi?" Beate had no choice but to devote herself first to Karin and then later to Siggi. In between, the waitress came to their table once with a round of drinks. She asked where Beate was. Siggi just pointed with his finger under the table, grinning. The waitress laughed and understood. She took Beate's glass and put it on the floor.

The girlfriends continued to watch the scene at the bar. Apparently Trixie was showing the videos, because everyone crowded even closer around her.

Finally, they decided enough was enough for the day. Siggi paid for her drinks, then walked over to the bar. Siggi gave the surrounded Trixie a quick tap on the shoulder, "OK, enough for today. Let's go home."

On Sunday, they all slept a little longer and didn't meet in the kitchen until about 9:00. While they were eating breakfast, Karin said, "I hope you enjoyed yesterday, Trixie. So what is your new job? I guess there's no way you're giving up."

Trixie grinned at her, "you're absolutely right." With that she took the last capsule, took a quick deep breath, opened it and pulled out the note. She read aloud, "get a complete pony dress from the store. Put it on, then the mistress will drive you to the main station where you will collect money for the mercy yard. The mistress will take care of you."

"You don't need to get a pony dress, you already have that here. I think we also have a collection box from the Gnadenhof here," Karin said. "Actually, you can change right now and then Siggi can drive you there. It's just a pity that you'll miss me pedaling off on my bike."

"That would be a real shame," Siggi commented. "How about you drive her to the station and take care of her. Then in 2 hours I'll relieve you and you can start here with your Tour de France. Then when Trixie is done collecting, at least she'll get to see your final sprint." Everyone thought that was a good solution.

"What's this mercy farm you want me to collect for?" asked Trixie.

"At the sanctuary, horses but also other animals get a chance at a quiet retirement. Many of the animals have been rescued from bad conditions. We've been supporting this for quite some time. If one of our games includes a collection campaign, we do it that way. We have already collected a few thousand euros. That's why we also have a couple of collection tins from the Gnadenhof, complete with a collection permit. In the box that we have here, there is also already some money in it, but not very much. You can use that today."

"Well, that sounds great," Trixie said enthusiastically. "I'll have to check that out when I get a chance."

"Well, if you get the can full, you can take it to the mercy farm tomorrow. I'm sure they'll be happy."

Siggi helped Trixie put on the pony outfit. Trixie especially needed help with the boots, which mimicked a horse's hoof. Siggi also put a head harness on her with an iron bridle. Trixie faltered a bit at first as she walked, but then she quickly got the hang of it.

Karin drove with Trixie to the main station. She parked her car in the underground garage there, then they walked together towards the main station. Some passers-by looked at them in surprise, but Trixie immediately held out the collection tin and before they even reached the main station, she had already collected the first donations. Karin then showed her which area to collect in while she sat down at a nearby café for a coffee.

Trixie kept walking up to passersby and holding out the collection box to them. When asked what it was for, he mumbled it behind the bridle "Gnadenhof". Pleasingly often the passers-by then reached for their wallets.

Siggi came as arranged 2 hours later to relieve Karin. "How is it going?" she asked Karin.

"If it continues like this, she'll soon have it made. At the sight of her, hardly anyone says no. There has been no trouble either. A patrolman from the railroad police approached Trixie and apparently checked the collection permit. But that was all." Karin then said goodbye and drove back to the WG, while Siggi took her place and also ordered a coffee.

In the early afternoon, Trixie joined Siggi at the café. "Well, there's nothing going into the can by any stretch of the imagination. I think it was worth it because a lot of people put not only coins in it, but also bills. Besides, my butt hurts. Many passersby, especially the women, gave the pony a pat on the butt."

Siggi paid her bill, then they went to her car, which Siggi had also parked in the underground garage, and drove it back to the WG. Trixie put the full collection tin on the living room table. Then Siggi helped her take off the pony dress. Trixie was especially happy to finally get rid of her boots. But then she immediately went to the fitness room to look at Karin, who was totally sweaty by now.

When she entered the fitness room, she found Beate standing next to Karin, holding a riding crop in her hand. "Glad you're here, Trixie," Beate said. "You can relieve me here. Karin really needs someone to push her. And you know Karin. It can get pretty violent." With that she put the riding crop in Trixie's hand.

Trixie made extensive use of the crop that afternoon. Karin's bottom was soon solid red. When the ergometer finally indicated that she had reached the finish line, Karin straightened up with relief. She got off the ergometer and rubbed her aching bottom. "Damn, you learned some things. Come on, let's go take a shower together, and then we'll sit in the living room and let Beate pamper us."

Chapter 15 The Flight to London

The following day, Trixie went to the sanctuary with the collection box. When she arrived there, she was initially received in a friendly but not particularly warm manner. That changed abruptly when she explained that she was the new member of the WG. She went into the office with a member of the Gnadenhof staff and together they opened the collection box and counted the money. Trixie was amazed that she had collected over 1000 Euros. When she also took out a check from her purse that Antje had given her, the employee beamed. Both together would once again secure the Gnadenhof for a month.

Trixie still took a close look at the grace yard. She let the employee show her around and she told her the story of many of the animals. She also showed her a part of the sanctuary, which should become a kind of retirement home for dogs. But there is still a long way to go until then, as the woman explained.

In the evening Antje came to Trixie's room with a suitcase. As mistress for the planned London visit, she wanted to pick out the clothes that Trixie should wear in London. Trixie had to pack the pantsuit, of course, plus a rather thin blouse and matching shoes. Antje also picked out a few t-shirts. It didn't surprise Trixie that she shouldn't pack underwear or stockings.

Antje also selected a pair of jeans and another T-shirt, along with sneakers and a jacket for Trixie to wear on the trip. Antje had a plastic bag with her, the contents of which she now showed Trixie. The first part was a stainless steel anal plug. Trixie took it relatively easy, because she had worn such a part many times in the past weeks. Much more exciting was the second part that Antje took out of the bag.

This part consisted of several twisted cables that ended at two stainless steel plates. The two plates could apparently be plugged together and secured with a lock. Above the lock, there was still a rather thick metal ring hanging down. There were several more spacers between the two end plates. Trixie looked dumbfounded at this construction for a moment, then realized it. She had seen something like this a few times while surfing the Internet. It was a neck corset. She took it as a corset and put it on herself. Antje helped her and closed it. Trixie went to her mirror and looked at herself in it, "This is awesome," she exclaimed, "Where did you get this?"

"It's from one of the suppliers we'll be visiting in London."

"Well, I think it's incredibly chic. It's crazy flashy, though, and I don't know if I could walk around in it here in Cologne, or even wear it to work. That would then perhaps be too much of a good thing. But still, it's just awesome!"

"Do you want to show it to the others?" inquired Antje. Trixie nodded and stormed out of the room. She found the others in the living room.

"Look what I'm supposed to wear in London. Isn't it crazy?"

The others agreed with her. They too liked the neck corset. Antje joined them, but then insisted on opening the neck corset. Trixie would be able to enjoy it long enough.

The next morning Antje and Trixie had to get up quite early. But Beate kept them company at breakfast. Trixie wore the neck corset again and Beate asked her if she also had the plug in her butt. Trixie confirmed that she did.

"Trixie is really a lovely and obedient slave," Antje commented.

Shortly before six, the doorbell rang. "That must be the car service to the airport," Antje guessed rightly. Trixie not only took her suitcase, but as a slave she also felt obliged to carry Antje's suitcase. Together they took the elevator downstairs, where the driver was already waiting for them.

They then drove to the airport, where the driver let them off right in front of the main entrance. Antje gave Trixie her boarding pass, then she took her suitcase and they walked briskly to passenger screening. Since they both had only relatively small suitcases, they were able to take them onto the plane. In addition, they both had only one small handbag each.

At the checkpoint, Antje already had her ID card and boarding pass handy and quickly walked through. Trixie fumbled around a bit and had to dig out her ID card from her handbag. Antje turned around again briefly and called out to her that they would meet in the Lufthansa Lounge. Then she walked through the checkpoint a few feet ahead of Trixie.

When Trixie went through the first sensor a minute later, the device beeped loudly and unpleasantly. One of the female officers at the security checkpoint immediately approached her. With a quick glance, she identified the problem. Apparently, the neck corset had set off the alarm.

"Would you mind taking that off?" the officer asked kindly.

Trixie suspected that Antje had played a trick on her. She was going to have to go through this alone. "I'm sorry, but as you can see the neck corset is secured with a lock. I am not allowed to take it off, my mistress has forbidden me to do so. Besides, I don't have the key to it. My mistress has it."

"And where is her mistress," inquired the officials.

"She's just through here. We're supposed to meet at the Lufthansa Lounge."

"Her mistress. And her?"

Trixie blushed, "I'm her slave."

"Then come over here to the side, you slave," the officer demanded, shaking her head. "Then I'll have to pat her down with the handheld device."

She looked at the neck corset very thoroughly and also called a colleague to help. Together they concluded that the neck corset was unusual, but probably posed no danger. Then the first officer drove a handheld device down Trixie from top to bottom. When she got to the level of Trixie's bottom with the handheld device, it beeped again.

"And what's there," she asked, a little annoyed.

Trixie had been blushing before, but now all she could do was open her mouth. Inwardly she cursed Antje for going so far. "That's my anal plug," she stammered.

The two female officers looked at her in amazement. Then they led Trixie to a cabin that was next to the checkpoint. Together they entered this cubicle. "This is extremely unusual what they are delivering to us here," the second female officer commented. "Do you do this kind of thing often? So if you think something like this is a joke, put yourself in our shoes. We have to control this now. Would you please unzip her pants and pull them down a bit?"

Trixie stammered several apologies. She was beyond embarrassed to be making such an entrance here. And she knew the next highlight would appear when she pushed her pants down. With trembling hands, she unzipped her pants and slowly slid them down.

"No underwear?" the officer announced in amazement.

Trixie tried to calm herself. She took several deep breaths, then gathered her courage, straightened up, and explained, "No, no underwear. I'm not allowed that."

The female officers asked Trixie to lean forward. They looked at her from behind and saw the bottom plate of the anal plug. "Sorry, but you're going to have to take that one out. Or did your mistress forbid you to do that too?" With that, she handed Trixie some paper towels.

Trixie took one of the paper towels, then grabbed her butt with it and carefully pulled the anal plug out of her hole. She quickly wiped off some traces with a second paper towel, then presented it to the two female officers, who stared at the plug in amazement. For a few seconds, none of the three women said a sound. Then one of the female officers caught herself. "Shove that damn thing up your slave ass, then zip up your pants and get out of here. But if you ever get me with that thing at the checkpoint here again, you can kiss your flight goodbye. Do you understand?" With that, the two female officers stormed out of the examination booth.

Trixie breathed a sigh of relief. Carefully, she slid the plug back into her butt, then pulled up her pants and zipped them up. She left the booth and went to get her suitcase, which had been checked in the meantime. When she looked around again, she saw that the two female officers were whispering with their colleagues and then they all looked behind her.

She saw a sign for the Lufthansa Lounge and followed it. As she was about to enter it, a stewardess asked for her boarding pass, as the lounge was only for first class and business class passengers. Now, for the first time, Trixie consciously looked at the boarding pass and realized that they were apparently flying first class. She thought to herself that she should have been able to guess.

Antje was already waiting for them in the lounge. She was sitting at a table and had a coffee in front of her. "Did you have some trouble," she asked with a grin.

"That was mean," Trixie pouted. But Antje stroked her hair, and so Trixie had no choice but to finally grin, too.

There were only four seats in first class on the plane, and the other two seats were left empty, so Antje and Trixie sat there alone.

"The way you're handling money, I'm almost surprised we're not flying to London on a private plane," Trixie joked. "How much money do you actually have? Or is that too indiscreet?"

"A private plane would suit my accountant just fine," Antje replied as she dug her cell phone out of her purse and began typing on it. "But I think a private plane is just ostentatious. My accountant has told me a couple of times that I need to show more expenses."

Apparently, she had found what she was looking for on her cell phone. Trixie saw Antje open a PDF document and then hold it up to her. Astonished, she caught sight of a statement of assets and liabilities. She scrolled down the document with her finger. There she saw a total: 4,354,618! "Over 4 million," she said in amazement. But Antje scrolled the document back up and pointed to the header. "In €1,000," it said.

"Four billion," she whispered questioningly.

Antje shrugged her shoulders. "But don't tell anyone," she demanded.

As they exited the customs area in London, Antje spotted a man in a chauffeur's uniform holding up a sign that read "LLL." She walked up to the man and set her suitcase down in front of him. "That's us," she said, pointing to herself and Trixie.

The man bowed slightly. "My name is Frank. I'll be your driver for the next three days. If you'll follow me, please." He grabbed the two suitcases and walked in front of Antje and Trixie.

Antje whispered softly to Trixie, "with the damn left-hand traffic I have my problems. I'd rather we let them drive us. It's much easier and safer that way."

As they sat in the car, a spacious sedan, Frank turned and asked where they were going.

"First a quick trip to our guesthouse," Antje replied. "And then after that we have to go downtown." She handed Frank two business cards, which he looked at briefly. Then he nodded and they drove off. Trixie looked out the window most of the time, trying to see as much of London as she could. The traffic was really extreme and she wondered if she herself could have handled driving on the left. Finally Frank turned off the main road, it went through two side streets and at last turned into a small street with a park on one side. It stopped in front of a Victorian-style house. Frank got out and hurried to hold the door open for Antje. Then he took the two suitcases out of the trunk and followed them up several steps into the small boarding house where Antje always descended.

The house had already looked quite dignified from the outside, but inside was pure luxury. A man in a dark suit awaited them: "Good day, Mrs. Antje. Everything is prepared for you. I hope you are well"

"Hello Hubert," Antje replied. "Thank you very much, and how are you? This here is Trixie, my slave. It's always nice to be here in London." Hubert had taken the two suitcases from Frank, whereupon Frank went back to his car while Hubert escorted them to their rooms. This was no simple room, however, but a complete apartment with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a living area.

Antje and Trixie freshened up briefly, then went back to Frank's place. They boarded the limousine again and drove towards central London. Trixie was still amazed at the traffic. When they finally arrived at the address that had been on the second business card, it was almost noon. They entered a commercial building where they were welcomed on the first floor. Antje introduced herself and after a few minutes an employee in an elegant suit came to greet them.

They were led into a meeting room, and asked to wait a moment. The man offered them drinks, but then another man appeared, apparently his supervisor. They sat down on a set of seats and the man who had just joined them opened a folder he had brought with him to introduce the company's product line. "Perhaps you would like to take a look at our production facilities here at the company," he asked politely.

"I already know the workshops," Antje replied politely, "but I'm sure Trixie would like to take a look." Trixie rose and the man who had initially greeted her led her out of the room to the workshops. Antje stayed behind and flipped through the binder, marking various items and writing numbers next to each. Her interlocutor was delighted because a lucrative order was in the offing. The meeting lasted over 2 hours. When everything was settled, Antje asked where Trixie was. Her interlocutor grabbed a phone and relayed the question. "Miss Trixie is waiting for her at the reception desk," he then explained.

Sure enough, Trixie was waiting for Antje at the reception desk and they left the building. Outside they met Frank, who was already waiting for them. They sat down in the limousine and Antje asked Frank to take them back to the boarding house. When they had been on the road for a few minutes, Trixie fished something out of her pants pocket. She held a small bunch of keys with several keys on them in front of Antje's face. "Since you're my mistress on this trip, I guess these are yours."

Antje took the keys, looked first at her, then at Trixie, and asked, "What for?"

Instead of an answer, Trixie grabbed Antje's hand and guided it between her legs. Antje felt something hard under her jeans. "Did you get pierced," she whispered back. Trixie grinned and nodded slightly. "Hell of a guy," Antje commented.

When they were back at her boarding house, they went to her area, where Trixie immediately lowered her pants and a pair of simple cotton briefs. Antje knelt down in front of her and looked at the piercings and the locks. Trixie now had three holes in each of her inner labia. The bows of the locks had been put through the holes.

"Did it hurt a lot?" asked Antje.

"It went. They cooled the labia a bit first and disinfected them."

"And now?"

"The pain has subsided, but I can feel every movement. I'm supposed to always disinfect in between there, too. They gave me a spray for that. It stings, but it could be worse."

"I'm surprised you didn't get your clitoral foreskin pierced too" said Antje.

"I was going to at first, but then I told them not to. Are you mad at me?"

"Angry? Why would you be? I just wouldn't have had it done on this trip if I were you. We have a bunch of appointments left and you want to see some of London, too, don't you? That means a lot of running around. But let me ask you this: what did you pay?"

It hadn't occurred to Trixie that they would be doing a lot of walking around. But it was too late for that now. "One hundred and fifty euros," she explained.

"All right," Ante declared. "And what does it look like? I was going to do a little shopping. Are you coming or do you want to rest? If you want to rest, Frank can come get you later and we'll meet for dinner."

"Out of the question," Trixie protested. "I'll go with you. Maybe I'll see something fancy. I've got the money with me that I got from you guys in the beginning.

Frank drove them to Knightsbridge, where he dropped them off at Harrods. Trixie, of course, had to wander through the most famous department store in the world. She looked at the luxury in amazement. "Is it true that even the royals shop here?" she asked.

Antje laughed. "Yes, they do. But you won't get to see them. When they shop here, it's outside the usual hours. Then the whole department store is just for them."

They left the department store and Antje showed her some boutiques nearby that offered really great stuff. Suddenly she stopped and pulled Trixie back a few feet. "Look at this leather jacket. Isn't it great? It should fit you."

Trixie looked at the leather jacket, which looked really great. But she also saw the price tag and knew she couldn't afford the jacket. But Antje pulled her into the store, where a saleswoman immediately took care of her. Antje smiled at the saleswoman, "Hello, my slave would like to try on this leather jacket you have in the window."

Trixie almost sank into the floor when Anje introduced her as her slave. But the saleswoman only raised an eyebrow briefly, then picked up the jacket. It fit like a glove and the leather was incredibly soft and delicate. Trixie looked at herself in the mirror, running her hand over the leather. Then she began to take the jacket off with regret. "Why don't you leave it on? I'm sure they can pack your jacket for you."

Trixie protested, but Antje didn't listen, instead rummaging through the racks. After a short search, she too found a leather jacket she liked. She went to the cash register and presented her credit card. At that moment, Frank entered the store. He picked up the shopping bags and disappeared again.

Trixie looked after him in wonder. "How did he know where we were?" she asked in amazement.

"That's the advantage here of working with a first-class chauffeur service. He followed us on foot and will continue to do so so we don't have to struggle with the bags here."

They continued walking, looking at the displays. Trixie saw a pair of sandals that she liked and were in her price range. She bought it and Frank reappeared to take the bag from her. Finally, Antje had had enough. She waved to Frank, and a few minutes later he was in front of them with the limousine.

"Do you know the Kalamaras Greek Taverna," Antje asked Frank.

"Of course. Bayswater, Inverness Mews." He drove them to a street heavily frequented by tourists and let them off at a street corner. Trixie followed Antje, who turned down a side street and then went down an even smaller alley. Trixie was beginning to wonder what they were doing in such an area, but Antje purposefully kept walking until they came to a lighted door. The place was rather small, and because it was still relatively early, only one table was occupied. The service was friendly and quick, the food simply wonderful. Trixie and Antje had not eaten since breakfast, so they chose not only a main course, but also an appetizer. When the waitress came with the menu for dessert, however, Antje looked at her watch and waved it off. "Sorry, but we have cards. Maybe next time."

By now, Trixie wasn't surprised to see Frank waiting for her on the street corner. "What kind of tickets," she wanted to know from Antje, though.

"Evita," Antje explained. Frank handed her an envelope in the car, from which Antje took two tickets for the musical. They then drove to the theater district in the West End.

When Frank let them off in front of the theater, Antje said, "Thank you very much. That's all for today. We'll take a cab from here later." Frank gave a quick bow and drove off.

Trixie knew the song "Don't cry for me, Argentina," of course, but she had never seen the whole musical. The song from the "New Argentina" especially grabbed her.

"I've seen it at least a dozen times," Antje revealed afterward. "But I just think it's great."