Ingrids Dark Secret Passion Ch 09

Once Ingrid was truly done with her bondage ceremony, Boris freed her lower limbs as well as her wrists. Ingrid elected to keep on her rope dress for the time being, as she enjoyed the novelty of having her breasts bound. It did not hurt at all. She had mentally made note that she had become inured to the painful activities of BDSM play. More importantly, she had experienced orgasms, even multiple orgasms. She thought that the next coitus she would be involved in the evening, would consist of the vanilla sex variety. But she thought that by having on the rope dress would make the sex more exciting, and hence an orgasm would happen. Ruminating in such thoughts, she got herself a glass of fine Austrian red wine, from the bar that was set up in the room. Then she sat down on a convenient love seat, awaiting further developments.

Once Ingrid, being the last participant of the initiation bondage ceremony, had departed from the stage, Mistress Denna again took control of the evening. She addressed the crowd. "That concludes the complete initiation ceremony for our four newest members. Shall we give them another round of applause as a warm welcome to der Höllenfeuer Verein."

The audience cheered heartily, as the consensus was that they would be excellent members considering their conduct in the test of endurance and the trial of bondage. Ingrid especially stood out as a most exciting new member. Mistress Denna then went on, "The rest of this evening and morning, as in the case of each and every gathering of der Höllenfeuer Verein, will consist of a free for all in consensual sexual activity.

"Let me emphasize that all sex must be consensual. Let me remind you that severe penalties will be enforced by der Höllenfeuer Verein for any violation of consent. However, apart from consent it's up to each member's imagination as to the kind of sex they wish to indulge. There are on the premises all manner of BDSM equipment and implements to satisfy a BDSM enthusiast for every conceivable unique sexual play. Der Höllenfeuer Verein is always open to suggestions from members of what other products the club ought to acquire to enhance the pleasures that this club can offer."

The audience duly applauded in recognition of the stockpile of paraphernalia der Höllenfeuer Verein had amassed to afford ultimate pleasure for BDSM sexual activity. Mistress Denna continued, "Like a broken record, though, I again announce that you all are in for a very special treat, or at least some of you are. As you are now aware, tonight we have present two incredibly special guests, Boris Bazanov and Blonderly, two of the most renowned bondage riggers in all of Europe. They have both graciously agreed to stay on for two hours more to tie up any member wishing to experience such special professional bondage."

Everyone cheered enthusiastically at this very welcome news. Mistress Denna went on, "The management of der Höllenfeuer Verein recognize that the demand to be tied up would probably exceed the number of members our guest riggers could possibly manage in the time they're available."

The audience gasped in alarm at this bit of unwelcome news. Mistress Denna plowed on, "You will recall that most of you drew a slip of paper containing only a number between one and sixty. That will be the list of priority, Boris and Blonderly will operate on, in offering their services to you all. Boris has now in his possession a list of odd numbers with corresponding member names, starting with number seven, while Blonderly has the even numbers starting with the number eight.

"You will recall the first six numbers were used up as two of the gentlemen declined to have sex with 'der Hun', and one woman did not wish to engage in lesbian sex with our luscious Messalina. In addition, Messalina has such a voracious appetite for sex, that she insisted on further sex beyond the expected six partners allotted to her. So, she used up members bearing the numbers four to six to satisfy her lusts."

At this, Ingrid reddened in a full blush. She pondered in her mind, 'Do I really have a voracious appetite for sex? Sabine thought I was asexual, since I never gushed enthusiastically at the occasional vanilla sex I had experienced. But Mistress Denna intimates that I'm a sexual animal. Can this be really true?'

Mistress Denna continued, "Anyway when either rigger approaches the next person on his or her list, the person will be asked if he or she wishes to be tied up. If not, the rigger will continue to the next person on the list. Incidently, I deliberately use the word person as we have a dozen guests from other BDSM clubs in attendance, and they have full privileges of participation in tonight's proceedings. And as you realize two of them Max Steiner and Josef Winkler were fortunate to have participated in pleasuring Zenobia and Messalina, respectively."

Mistress Denna continued with this, "Now if a person does wish to be tied, he or she can stipulate the manner of bondage. If the request is too intricate that would take more than twenty minutes to achieve, the rigger will suggest a method that complies with the person's desires substantially but does not exceed the maximum of twenty minutes time limit. In this way it is hoped that each rigger can tie up at least six members/guests before they have to leave."

At this point a female member who justifiably felt shortchanged, protested, "Hey Mistress Denna, I drew the number two. But because Lucas (the member who declined) drew H-6 was skittish about a possible bit of buggery, bowed out, so I was placed in his spot. But of course, I had no chance with 'der Hun' and now you're telling me I have no chance to be tied up by Boris. That is so unfair."

Although sympathetic to the member's complaint, Mistress Denna had no recourse but to give a callous answer, "I hear you Mother Teresa, (the incongruous nom de plume that this member had chosen for herself) but life is unfair. Or as the cliché goes: 'That's how the cookie crumbles'. Still, you have the opportunity to continue witnessing the handiwork of Boris and Blonderly. In addition, Boris has left some helpful brochures detailing his art, which you are free to pick up. There are also some instructional Youtube videos of both Boris and Blonderly providing tips on their avant-garde methods of bondage. So, your Master/Mistress in bondage as well as yourself have ample opportunity to inform yourselves of their bondage techniques and employ the methods on your own."

Mistress Denna then turned to articulate her final remarks. She said, "We are now ready to enjoy the festivities of our party. I have one more thing to say, before I shut up. The lease between der Höllenfeuer Verein and the owners of Café Lola stipulates that we must vacate the premises by 06:00 AM. There are no exceptions allowed. If we violate this clause, the lease can be arbitrarily terminated. I need not stress to you enough, the difficulties we would encounter in trying to find a suitable and adequate replacement here in Vienna. A member of management will stay throughout the evening to ensure compliance with this stipulation. So far, we've never had a party last beyond 05:00 AM, and hopefully this gathering will be no exception. So, without further ado, let's party!

The party then swung into a raunchy sexual licentiousness, that surely was a hundred and eighty degrees opposite in steaminess of a mundane orgy of strictly vanilla sex adherents. Naturally, many members wished to be tied up by the likes of Boris and Blonderly. There were two St Andrews crosses in the room, and each rigger tied a member to one of them. The member in bondage had another member available to indulge in some gentle spanking leading to some kinky sex.

As Ingrid was watching the frolics of the members, she could sense the pure enjoyment permeate in the minds of each member while indulging in his or her activity. It dawned on her that this was where she belonged. She knew she liked being spanked and having sex while in bondage. Why she liked it, she did not know, but she knew she liked it. Perhaps it was a dark secret passion of hers.

As she was sipping her wine Alexander Talmann, aka Caligula in club activities, spotted her. So, he approached and greeted her, "Congratulations Messalina in becoming a member of der Höllenfeuer Verein. So, what do you think about the process of becoming a member?"

Following the protocol of the use of pseudonyms, Ingrid replied, "Hey Caligula. The experience here was wonderful. I enjoyed it very much, although Mistress Denna did get a little too rambunctious at times in the endurance test. I was fascinated with the artistic expertise of our rigger. His work on Lucrezia was a masterpiece. I think I would have liked to have been suspended in the air too, but perhaps another time. In any case I was thrilled to be able to have sex with three partners at the same time while I was completely immobilized by the bondage."

Talmann observed, "I see you did not do away with part of the rope binding your tits."

"No indeedy! I chose to retain my rope dress for now. I like the feel of this rope binding my boobs together. I'm certain that having it on will pave the way for a delicious orgasm, something, which as I told you before, I do not normally experience during vanilla sex. At least that's my theory and I'm sticking to it unless I'm proven wrong."

"Well let's check out the validity of your theory then."

As Talmann had seated himself on the love seat during their conversation, he embraced Ingrid, and delivered a most passionate kiss on her lips. Ingrid was not even startled by his sudden amorous move, as it seemed like the most natural occurrence she could perceive. She returned his kiss with equal fervor. There was something about his kissing that stirred Ingrid's juices. She just reached for his penis automatically and was happily stroking it to render it extra hard. 'Oh yes!', she thought, 'This will do just nicely!'

Before long she was lying on her back on the love seat and was receiving his cock into her pussy a la missionary position. All she could think of was, 'Yes this man surely has an uncanny dominion over my body'. His pace was not too vigorous, nor was it languid. It was just right. Each thrust of his penis into her, sent a new heavenly jolt of an exquisite pleasure sensation coursing throughout her body. Consequently, her blood had figuratively ignited into a fiery conflagration. She was actually perspiring copious beads of sweat in reaction to her imagined burning in her bloodstream.

His fucking became more intense as he was relentlessly pounding his phallus into her vagina. She started grunting something fierce every time he commenced a new stroke. And she squeaked when his cock would periodically crash onto the wall of her womb. Her grunts sounded like she was in agony, but in reality, she was genuinely experiencing a sensation of overwhelming ecstasy.

As Talmann was nearing his climax he upped his pace. He was now grunting loudly as well. The sounds of his grunts were more guttural, unmistakably masculine, when compared to Ingrid's dainty feminine grunts. Nonetheless, each of their grunting matched in intensity to produce in combination a not unpleasant cacophony of truly erotic acoustics. Their amorous sounds were so pronounced that a gaggle of passers-by were compelled to cheer the lovers on, by vulgar utterances, such as: "Bravo Caligula! Fuck the shit out of her!" "You go Messalina! Take his cock and squeeze it!" And such similar inanities.

Both Talmann and Ingrid were too far gone in their passion to pay any heed to the jocular utterings of those, witnessing their coitus. Instead, Ingrid had wrapped her legs, crisscrossed around his back so that she could return his thrusts with an equal push-back of her hips. Their bodies almost adhered together in the last throes of their love making, but paradoxically the sensation of exhilaration increased exponentially to the reduction of the distance separating them.

Finally, Talmann bellowed out a war whoop of triumph, as he climaxed. He did not verbalize his joy, only continued roaring. His exuberance was congruent to the abundant amount of sperm he emptied into her vagina. There were exactly two passers-by, who were in view of Talmann's climax, and they simply broke out in spontaneous applause. As for Ingrid she made no outward signs of a climax, as instead she was overcome by the need to hyperventilate something fierce. Oh yes! She enjoyed a terrific orgasm as a result of their copulation.

When Talmann was finished as far as he was concerned, he detached himself from Ingrid. He asked Ingrid if she desired another glass of wine. She nodded assent as she still was out of breath from their sexual activity. He promptly obtained a new glass of the same wine Ingrid had been imbibing. Then wordlessly he left her to her own devices to seek new adventures.

Meanwhile as the party was going full blast, Mistress Denna obtained a glass containing ice and vodka. She settled down on an upholstered chair by herself. As she was sipping her adult beverage, and casually observing the actions surrounding her, she commenced a thorough self-examination of herself in her mind.

Mistress Denna thought of herself as primarily lesbian orientated, but she did not object at all to fucking men. She did not consider herself to be bi-sexual, though, since she only fucked those men who were capable of delivering her an orgasm when engaged in the sexual act. She relied on her own instincts to weed out those men who she believed would be lacking in that regard. With her mastery of bondage and discipline, she was generally speaking fairly successful in her choices of men to fuck.

As to her female partners, Mistress Denna was just as picky, as she eliminated for consideration a vast majority of stereotypical lesbians. She especially eschewed butch/dyke lesbians for lovers. From her viewpoint, if she wanted a man to fuck her, then a real live man would be much more preferable than a woman pretending to be a man. Besides an honest to goodness fleshy penis was certainly more satisfactory than an artificial strap-on dildo. As for the stereotypical femme lesbians, most of them were not her cup of tea either. Mistress Denna reveled in being a woman, so if she were to make love to another woman she sure as hell would not want to merely simulate heterosexual sex. She actually believed that most femmes were attracted to butch/dyke lovers as a substitute to suppress or ignore their perhaps shrouded desire for orthodox heterosexual sex.

Her favorite technique involving lesbian sex was fisting either vaginally or anally; and either being the one who fists or the one who receives the fist. In the former case she derived full benefits of being the aggressor in the sex, certainly more satisfying then if she was wearing a strap-on dildo. It always seemed that whenever she did fuck a woman while wearing a strap-on dildo, her part in the activity was merely machine like. Now receiving fisting was truly a joy for Mistress Denna. What woman doesn't love to have her vagina, or her anus attended to? Tribbing and scissoring are also types of lesbian love making that she thoroughly enjoyed.

Mistress Denna suspected that her reasoning was not intellectually sound, but it was how she felt. And realistically, she was cognizant that whenever one makes a generalization, there will always follow exceptions to the assertions. Nevertheless, she was comfortable with her outlook, as she was aware of a philosophical adage that feelings are neither bad nor good, they just are. Although she had considered herself as a lesbian, on second thought she perceived that perhaps a more accurate assessment of her true sexual orientation was that of a closet heterosexual. Now that was certainly a contradiction of terms.

The point was that although she had engaged in lesbian sex far more often, most of such occasions left her partially unsatisfied. She couldn't pinpoint the reason for her desultory reaction other than to say that her female partner of the moment, was just not up to snuff. On the other hand, the relatively fewer men she had fucked, had mostly always resulted in magnificent orgasms. The sex was simply awesome! In the back of her mind, she supposed the reason for such dichotomy had to do with her acknowledged prominence as a lesbian. The heterosexual men she engaged with, seemed to have harbored a notion that they were the man to rescue her from lesbianism. Accordingly, accepting their self-imposed challenge, their seduction ploys worked for Mistress Denna, and she was receptive to the great sex that ensued. Invariably, these men though seemed lukewarm to the suggestion of a serious commitment despite the apparent chemistry, and the spectacular sex experienced.

Her ultimate conclusion was that she probably was a lesbian, but she had yet to meet the right kind of woman who would truly float her boat. That notion held true until she met Ingrid Losnedahl. As she was contemplating while Ingrid was frolicking about after her bondage session, a fancy for the musician developed in her conscious mind. The one thing she could point out about Ingrid that stood out, when compared to all the other women she had known Biblically or otherwise, was that she was a highly accomplished woman. Mistress Denna held such quality in high esteem.

Mistress Denna was proud of her own accomplishments. True her vocation as a professional Dominatrix, was not one that general society would approve of as a proper calling for a woman. She would be deemed merely a sex worker. Still there was no denying that she was one of the most successful at her craft. Mistress Denna was a household name amongst the BDSM community throughout Europe, and also well known in BDSM circles in the Americas. She was constantly in demand for all major BDSM events throughout Europe, especially so the Boundcon in Munich Germany. She had an exclusive list of highly profiled men as her clients paying for her personal services. Thus, her income approached seven figures in euros and in fact reached it in US dollars. And she was the driving force of der Höllenfeuer Verein, making it one of the most successful sex club of its king in Europe..

Aside from her material wealth, Mistress Denna was also accepted as a highly esteemed member in high society of Austria. As it was, a majority of Austrian aristocrats were actually ignorant of Mistress Denna's true vocation. Her admission to Vienna's societal elite was based on her family prominence. Her father was a highly regarded business tycoon, operating various business enterprises. He was considered Austria's Donald Trump, although her father never was interested in politics like his American counterpart. Her family could trace its aristocrat roots all the way back to the Holy Roman Empire days under the rule of Empress Maria Theresa.

Her brother, her only sib, owned and operated the BMW dealership in Vienna on his own; the same dealership wherein 'der Hun' toiled as a salesman. He was in addition a senior officer of the family business groomed to take over when their father decided to retire. Bringing the BMW dealership into the fold of the family business was a feather in his cap which reinforced his position as the natural successor to the entire family business conglomerate.

In an addition to her family's prominence, her acknowledged public association (although the exact nature of the association was unknown to the public) with Alexander Talmann solidified her position as a well-beloved socialite. Such was her high public regard, that even those who were privy to her private salacious lifestyle kept their own counsel.

As a result of her high profile, the men she became intimately acquainted with tended to be of superior caliber. But the women she knew were not so much. The whole lot of them were inconsequential. Typical of her female acquaintances was Mistress Mercy, her best friend at der Höllenfeuer Verein. Although their sexual interests and lifestyles coincided, there was no other common bond that would promote a more permanent regard or lead to a serious relationship. They had engaged in sex occasionally, but both realized for themselves that this was not the crème de la crème of sexual experience they most desired.