Kurt wanted to put a proposal that seemed to excite him to Kent, so he came with us, partly to watch the new format and to talk business with his old friend. He was mysterious about the exact nature of his proposal. It was frustrating but because we were running late and there wasn't time to press him further. My natural curiosity was heightened when I saw a map spread out over their table during the show. When I had a chance to talk to Angela, during a costume change, it appeared that she was equally in the dark about the purpose of the map. Kurt had spent a lot of time discussing business with his friend Steve, over the same map, while Angela was caught up in conversation with Steve's wife Veronica. I sensed that Kurt must have an idea to increase sales in Australia. When the show finished the rest of us became privy to the full extent of Kurt's plan.
Essentially Steve and Kurt had been discussing the range of swimwear and casual wear, after our visit with Kurt in Australia. Before Kurt's next visit to Maple Lake, the two men had decided to form a company to distribute our gear right around Australia by mail order.
They would do this using catalogues produced by Kent's Creations in outdoor locations. This partly explained the helicopter charter which he had organised on his intended holiday with us.
Meeting Angela, falling in love with her and his gradual realisation that he wanted to be part of our family, had led him toward a slightly different path. He had discussed the idea with Steve and had done a deal which would see Steve take over all his shops eventually. Kurt would get a fifty-percent share in the newly formed company.
The projections were exciting and Kurt's only involvement would be to produce the catalogues and to continue to do the company's buying. Since Kurt had been buying exclusively from our company, both Steve and Kurt's shops had substantially increased their turnover with many inquiries coming from other states in Australia. Kurt touched on the possibilities for a world wide franchise operation, once the range became popular and the time was right.
At this point we all had input toward Kurt's original plan and between all of us, as the evening drew on, the plan was refined and modified to produce the best results. The market potential was huge in Queensland alone. Australia wide, there was an enormous market for the entire range that we now produced. The pricing had to be competitive and remain profitable. It was because of this factor that Kurt knew that he needed to speak to Kent before getting our hopes raised.
Kent was enthusiastic and mentioned that he was already manufacturing in third world countries, in order to stay competitive and keep costs minimal. He pointed out that many other much larger firms already did this. Angela, who had no idea of the vast scale of Kurt's plan was in awe of the whole idea. We all celebrated the decisions made at the conclusion of the meeting by adjourning to Kent's home with Margaret.
Apparently the notion of producing a catalogue had been debated long before. Now, with Kurt seeking a worthwhile involvement with us and wishing to join our family, Kent realised the potential for Kurt's proposal immediately. Although Kurt had only been living with us a number of weeks Margaret had formed a strong bond with him, trusting Kurt's integrity and his business acumen. Moving to Maple Lake had improved their overall financial position and helped grow turnover of the company far beyond Kent's expectations. The added bonus was the unexpected formation of her and Kent's lifetime dream, a true working model of a multi-generational community.
The deal was settled when Kurt agreed to take the older couple on the next visit in three weeks time, or as soon as a draft catalogue could be compiled. I was glad that I had convinced Kent to cut our workload with the BDSM showings. He now had the time to make this possible.
I sensed an opportunity to test the fantasy that Angela had once confided to me. Naked and vulnerable, Angela would be discovered by a group of strangers and subjected to humiliation and indignities as they took their pleasure with her. Angela's fantasy was too dangerous to attempt to live out in real life, for obvious reasons.
The two German clients were harmless enough, under our supervision, and my instincts told me that they may enjoy cooperating with me if their own special needs were met at the same time.
I had given the matter some really serious thought, prior to Kurt's proposal to do a catalogue. I had wondered how to justify tying Angela up, alone in the woods, away from the rest of us. Suddenly it was clear to me, that with everybody's cooperation we could all have a bit of harmless fun. Angela would come as close to living her dark fantasy as safely possible, without harming her in any way. As a new Mistress in training, I realised that the experience would be good for Angela too, as a fellow submissive.
I had found my first experience of administering corporal punishment repulsive. The revenge motivation allowed me to take some pleasure in gratifying the two men, in their compulsive need to be whipped by a dominatrix.
I had difficulty recognising Fritz and his son as they sat at a table near the rear wall of the auditorium. The room was crowded when the four of us put on the BDSM showing. Kent, without giving away the reason, had instructed Rick to change their appearance as much as possible with skilful makeup technique. I told Angela and Caroline that they were new clients, to explain the amount of time that I was spending at their table. I gave clear instructions to the other girls not to speak to the men or encourage touching, until they had proved their worth as buyers of the special range.
They had a very distinctive accent and I didn't want Angela to hear them speak while we were showing the gear to them. She was highly intelligent and would soon tumble on to the surprise that I had planned for her the next day, if she heard their accent.
Kent had already told the two men that we had a special reward in mind for them but tantalised their minds by not being too specific, only telling them what they really needed to know when he met them at the airport.
I had already set the scene for a catalogue shoot the next day and Angela was looking forward to starring as the feature model on Thursday morning. We had arranged to go to the bushy area by the small waterfall on the far side of the lake. We would shoot an outdoor bondage theme for a special section of the catalogue devoted to BDSM gear. The tranquil area had special significance for Angela and she had frequently enjoyed sunbathing on the grassy area beside the waterfall, listening to the birdcalls and the water as it cascaded over the rocks. She had even suggested the location while we were discussing a suitable area for the leading photo. Of course, Des agreed immediately because he had outlined his requirements in the hope that Angela would suggest that very place.
Thursday morning we set off as planned, with all the photographic gear, costumes and accessories in one of the ski boats. Angela and I followed Des and Cat on one of the Jet Skis. Cat and I helped Angela into a suitable costume.
The costume featured an open bra and small G string panties, with collar, cuffs and ankle restraints. We applied makeup, once the costume was ready. Des set up his tripod and camera to focus on a fallen log with trees nearby to serve as posts for the restraints.
We spent time positioning Angela and tying her securely in an embarrassingly vulnerable position, across a fallen log.
We all stepped back while Des tested the natural lighting with his meter. Des took several shots, shifting the tripod in an effort to take the perfect shot. He complained that the lighting wasn't quite right for the photo, announcing that he needed his other camera with the flash equipment.
Angela was quite comfortable by then with her gag in place, nodding her head when Des asked her to wait for ten minutes or so.
Des said that he needed to take the ski-boat to get it. Cat wanted to accompany Des and, at the last minute, I ran to join them. This left Angela totally alone, helplessly bound and gagged in position. She knew that the area was deserted at this time of the year and accepted that we would not be long, but from her position in the woods she couldn't actually see the ski boat leave.
I doubled back so that I had a vantage point to see Angela, without her being able to see me. Kent waited beside the boat, out of sight, while the two men started walking through the wooded area.
They were talking to each other in German and they pretended to be exploring the area. I heard the ski boat leave and the men's voices gradually become clearer. Angela's relaxed expression gradually changed as she realised that the voices were coming toward her.
She fidgeted, tugging at her restraints to test whether she could escape. When she realised they were totally secure a more agitated look clouded her beautiful face, as it dawned on her that the men were heading in her direction now and they would be sure to see her. When she saw the men emerge from the trees, she frantically tried to indicate to them to remove her gag and untie her.
The men stood looking at her and the other photographic equipment that Des had left behind. Fritz Jnr. went toward her but instead of helping her, ripped off the panties and bra from her costume. He stepped back to admire her naked breasts and totally hairless genital area.
Poor Angela went pale as she contemplated what may lay ahead, in her vulnerable position. The two men talked and gestured in her general direction, never taking their eyes off her. Finally Fritz Snr handed the younger man a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. While young Fritz put them on, flexing his fingers, the older man began to take his clothing off. He slowly folded his jacket and shirt and carefully placed them beside a tree.
I couldn't help being very impressed by Angela's quiet acceptance of the inevitable. Gagged as she was, she had very little choice but she seemed to be cooperating a little more than she had been initially.
Earlier on she had been struggling with her bonds as the young man ripped her panties off and exposed her moist open vagina.
Now, when his erotic ministrations and practised fingers stimulated her clitoris, she opened her vaginal lips fully to their lecherous gaze. Angela was shuddering with pleasure as his left hand index finger plunged deep into her exposed bottom. Her urge to orgasm overcame her earlier tension at this point. At least young Fritz must have learned a thing or two about giving a girl some pleasure since his last visit. I congratulated myself with a quiet smile.
Now that the older man was totally naked and fully tumescent, he was rolling a condom onto his quivering penis and approaching Angela's body with a broad smile on his face.
I believe that Angela now suspected that this whole episode had been carefully set up. She pointed to her gag again, indicating her willingness to give the older man oral pleasure or at least negotiate an acceptable outcome to her predicament. Kurt put his forefinger to his lips and gently removed her gag, ready to replace it quickly if she screamed, making soothing small talk in his native tongue.
"Do you people speak English at all?" Angela enquired cautiously. She must have been nearly out of breath from her last shattering orgasm whilst gagged, her breasts heaving as she filled her lungs to speak again. "I can't believe that you've come to the forest so well prepared for sex, if you don't know my friends?" She posed rhetorically, hoping for the answer in English.
