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CHAPTER 6 - HAMBURG

This story will make more sense if you read chapters 1 through 5 first. Helmut makes Dianne uncomfortable with his kinky demands in his mansion in Hamburg.

The trio headed for their respective rooms. Dianne shed her bathrobe and slipped between the luxurious sheets on the big four poster bed, but two hours later, she was still wide awake. Seeking some comfort, she headed for the girls' room and sheepishly knocked on the door. Helga swung it open moments later, her eyes wide in surprise.

"I cannot sleep," Dianne complained. "It's very lonely out there. Can I stay with you, please?"

Helga placed a comforting arm around Dianne's waist and gently led her to the bed, where Maria lay with a bemused expression, turning back the duvet and inviting their visitor in. Helga rolled in behind her. There was no discussion. There was no sexual innuendo in their actions. Their arms drew each other close and very soon all three were breathing steadily, soundly asleep.

Dianne found herself alone when she awoke and struggled for a few moments to get her bearings. She slowly rose, found her bathrobe and made her way downstairs to where the Maria and Helga were preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Coffee?"

"Yes please. Nothing like a good coffee to start the day. Thank you for letting me stay with you last night. I just could not get to sleep on my own. I hope my presence didn't disturb you too much."

"Not at all. Master will be here in a couple of hours and we have much to do. Why don't you go shower while I lay out your clothes for you."

Dianne finished her coffee and made her way back to the bedroom, still wearing a bathrobe. Sliding back the door to the bathroom, she turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm before hanging the robe and stepping into the shower recess. With some annoyance, she noticed that her period had not yet finished forcing her to insert a fresh tampon after she finished her shower.

Maria had indeed laid out clothes for her, but Dianne was not happy with the choice. A pair of open leather sandals lay beside a sheer, short sundress and a very brief pair of panties. She shrugged her shoulders and moments later bounded down the stairs to confront the girls.

"Why on earth have you given me this stuff to wear? It's one thing for you to be dressed to display all your goodies, but I don't like this at all."

"You know the answer Dianne. We are dressed this way because Master wished it so. He also gave us specific instructions for your clothing, so if you have a problem, you can discuss it with him. He should be here very soon."

Almost on cue, they heard a car approaching and moments later, Helmut charged through the front door, dropping his carryall as he entered and heading directly for the kitchen.

"Good morning everyone," he beamed. "And welcome Dianne to my humble residence. I hope you enjoy your stay here and I particularly like the way you are dressed. You look absolutely stunning."

He gathered Dianne in his arms, pressed her to him and kissed her deeply.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't especially like being dressed this way. I feel very exposed and very self-conscious."

"That's unfortunate. I had hoped you would enjoy putting yourself on display for me. Time will tell."

Dianne excused herself, explaining that she needed a toilet break.

She barely had time to close the toilet door when she heard Helmut's voice.

"Open the door!"

"I'm sorry, Sir. I can't."

"That's just earned you ten strokes of the belt. Now open the door!"

"Sir, I am having my period. I cannot open the door."

"That's now fifteen strokes. Do you want to try for twenty?"

He smiled as the lock clicked open and the door slowly swung open. Dianne sat on the commode, just about to withdraw the tampon. She was mortified.

"Go on - take it out."

She obeyed his instruction, blushing furiously, muttering: "But Sir, this is so dirty. I feel so ashamed to let you see me like this."

"You have so much to learn Dianne. It is a natural human function, not dirty."

Stepping forward, he held out his hand. "Give it to me."

"Sir?"

"I said, give it to me."

Unable to look him in the eye, she held the stained tampon by the string and placed it on his open palm. He looked at it carefully, noting the streaky bloodstains.

"Now open your legs."

She spread her knees apart and pleaded with him.

"Please, no Sir."

Unheeding, he reached down and gently spread her labia wide, inserting a finger between them until it was buried to the knuckle. Dianne could not help herself, responding to his exploration with short gasps. He continued until she could take no more and with a strangled cry, climaxed hard against his penetrating fingers.

He discarded the tampon which he still held and turned to the washbasin to cleanse his hands, allowing Dianne to complete her business in private.

"I have told Maria and Helga that I want you shaved. Please stay in the bathroom and I'll send them up to attend you."

Dianne had already noticed that both young women were shaved smooth and therefore was not really surprised at the demand. She shed her little dress and sat on the edge of the bathtub to await her fate.

Helga arrived first, carrying a canister of foaming shaving gel and a razor, followed closely by Maria.

Maria moistened a washcloth and gently washed down Dianne's genital area.

"I see you're still wearing a tampon. I hope this is not going to be too uncomfortable for you."

Maria positioned herself on the corner of the bathtub, gently pulling Dianne towards her to support her body while Helga went to work. Her pussy was still very sensitive after Helmut's treatment and she shuddered quietly at the young woman's touch as Helga spread foam with her fingers. Delicately drawing the razor she started from above, where Dianne regularly kept herself trimmed, dragging the blade through the foam until the skin was completely smooth. The outer vaginal lips needed pressure to flatten them sufficiently for the razor to do its work, so Helga used the fingers of her free hand.

Acutely aware of her condition, Dianne looked down, embarrassed, but all was well. Having finished the front, Helga asked her to turn over. With help from Maria, she stood and turned, bending over the rim of the bathtub. Once again, Helga went to work and within a few minutes, had cleared all hair from the anal area. With a washcloth she removed all traces of foam and hair and applied a healing salve from a small tube. Dianne loved the sensation of the cool salve as it was lovingly applied and murmured her disappointment when the girls raised her to a standing position and led her into the bedroom, where she was surprised to see Helmut waiting.

"We will get your punishment over with before you dress," he announced in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Dianne, lean forward over the edge of the bed. Girls! Take her arms and spread them wide."

With a flourish, he unbuckled the leather belt from his trousers and doubled it over. He patted her rump with his left hand and suddenly brought the belt down on her exposed buttock. Dianne squealed in pain and the room went quiet. It seemed like ages to Dianne, but in fact was less than a minute before she realised why nothing was happening.

"One, thank you Sir" she mumbled weakly, realising the protocols she had to follow.

Helmut refused to ease up on her punishment, raining down fourteen more blows with full intensity. Dianne's buttocks were criss-crossed with dark red welts and she was literally screaming in pain but held firmly in place.

"Apply some lotion," he instructed the girls without emotion. "Then dress her and send her down to my study."

"Yes Master," the girls chorused in unison as he left the room.

When Dianne tentatively knocked on the study door a few minutes later, she found him already on his feet to open the door for her.

"It seems that we need to start our time together with a reminder about your understanding of our agreement," he smiled indulgently.

"I apologise, Sir. It was not my intention to refuse your command, but my condition caused me great embarrassment and I feared it would cause you offence."

"Apology accepted. Did you really believe that I was not aware of your condition before making my request?"

Surprised, she realised that she had not even considered that as a possibility. Did the girls mention it to him, or was his surveillance of her so thorough that he knew her menstrual cycle?

Her thoughts were interrupted. "Lower your panties, raise your dress and turn for me."

She obeyed without hesitation, displaying her glowing rump to his gaze.

"Very good," he observed. "Nice and red, but no broken skin and no damage done. You will not even remember your punishment by tomorrow."

"Oh but I will, Sir. The pain may be gone, but I will remember the beating and the reason for it for a very long time. You will not find it necessary to do so again."

Helmut took her in his arms, tenderly grasping her breast with one hand and kissing her passionately.

"This afternoon we will show you some of the wonders of Hamburg. Tonight we dine here and will enjoy each other. It is time we were properly reacquainted, isn't it? I must admit that I have missed you since our weekend in the States and I have been looking forward to this week with great anticipation."

Dianne did not trust herself to answer. She loved her husband dearly, but although she did not want to admit it even to herself, she guiltily realised that she had missed Helmut too. Was it the feeling of not having any control over her situation? Was it the combination of brutality and tenderness? Or could she really be developing feelings for this man who was paying for her services under formal contract conditions. What she was doing was really not far removed from prostitution, she realised.

The two of them were totally engrossed with each other and Dianne had failed to notice that the study door had remained open since she entered the room until Maria appeared.

"Luncheon is served," she announced with a mischievous grin, noting that Dianne's panties were still hanging over the back of a chair and that her 'barely there' dress was bunched up above her breasts, which Helmut was still working over enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Maria," Helmut responded, continuing to caress Dianne. "We'll be down in a moment."

With a broad grin, he pinched Dianne's nipples hard, kissed her deeply and playfully slapped her backside.

"We'd better get down there. Leave your panties - just pull down your dress."

"Yes, Sir."

Lunch was neatly spread out on the table in the informal dining area adjoining the kitchen. Still dressed in their sheer dresses with nothing but panties beneath, Maria and Helga busily started to fill plates with the food they had prepared. Once all four plates were loaded, Helmut stood and spoke up.

"You three ladies are the most important people in my life," he began. "It is most unfortunate that we will only have Dianne's company for a week, but I would like the three of you to feel relaxed with each other. Dianne, you probably realise that Helga and Maria are very close too. I can guarantee that neither of them are lesbians, but they are most certainly bisexual."

The two girls blushed furiously and both looked down in embarrassment while their Master continued.

"Dianne, I hesitate to ask this question in the company of others, but have you had any experience with women? In a physical sense I mean."

She paused before answering. "The first time any woman touched me intimately was when Helga shaved me. I came so close to orgasm as she touched me down there."

"OK then. So you're not disgusted by the thought of being intimate with women?"

"I don't have any plans to be intimate with women. I have never felt the need to do so and I still don't feel comfortable with the thought of touching another woman intimately, or her touching me.

I have a close friend at home who has been in a lesbian relationship since she started university, so I don't feel the need to criticise the way same sex couples lead their lives, but that's not to say that I want to enjoy their lifestyle."

"Let's enjoy lunch and continue this discussion this evening. After lunch we go to the City."

Lunch did not take long, allowing the three women to dash upstairs and change into casual clothes, jeans and button down blouses. Helmut shepherded them into the limo waiting at their front door. An hour or so later found them at one of Hamburg's showcase buildings, the Elbe Philharmonic, riding on an escalator billed as the longest curved escalator in the world. Access to the concert halls was restricted but they could hear orchestras at practice behind the closed doors. From there they made their way to the shopping precinct, window shopping at all the fashion houses, Helmut following the trio of excited females as they wandered from one attraction to the next.

"Dianne," he called.

The three women stopped instantly and Dianne meekly made her way back to where he stood. He quietly took her hand and led her into the jeweller's store where he had paused.

"Ah, Herr Muller," the immaculately dressed manager greeted him. "I have here the tray you requested."

Dianne stood mesmerised, wide eyed as the man returned with a large tray lined with velvet and covered with a huge selection of diamond rings.

"Pick one," Helmut invited her.

"Oh, Sir, I could never accept such an extravagant gift. You have more than compensated me already."

"Really," he began with a smile. "In that case you are to consider it as a direct order. Remember your promise to obey and perhaps also the consequences of failure to do so."

Dianne's happy smile faded as she absorbed the seriousness of his words. She could not refuse, but the implication of accepting any one of these beautifully crafted rings did not escape her. She finally pointed at a stunning dark sapphire, set inside four exquisitely cut diamonds, into a finely braided gold ring.

"An excellent choice." The beaming shop manager enthused.

"You will box it for me, together with the items I ordered from you?"

"Of course Herr Muller. Would you like me to arrange delivery to your estate?"

"No thank you. We will return in fifteen minutes."

Helmut led the girls from the shop to pause again at a kerbside coffee shop. Helga and Maria were all smiles. It seemed to Dianne that they were in on some secret that she was not privy to. Helmut stayed neutral, calling over a waiter and placing their orders.

He made a quick phone call before the group headed back to the jewellery store, collected a bag from the staff and turned to find the limo waiting at the kerb for them.

By eight o'clock they were driving back into the estate.

"Into the drawing room." Helmut ordered.

The three women filed in, waiting expectantly for Helmut's next move.

He placed the jeweller's bag on the table in the centre of the room, turned to the girls and asked all of them to strip. There was no surprise in his request - the girls simply shrugged out of their street clothes until all of them stood side by side, naked.

Reaching into the bag, Helmut withdrew two silver circular collars. Closer inspection revealed that each was hinged in the centre, allowing it to be opened, while the two ends came together to lock permanently when pushed closed.

"Maria and Helga, you came here as slaves and have served me for two years without complaint, but we have never formalised that arrangement. I would dearly like you both to voluntarily accept my collar, a permanent symbol of your enslavement. Once fitted, your collars cannot be removed except by cutting them away. I ask you now, with Dianne as our witness, are you willing to accept my collar?"

Helga, ever the quiet one, surprised everyone by immediately nodding her agreement.

Maria was more forthcoming. "I will be honoured to wear your collar, Master. You saved us from ourselves when we could not and you have treated us with great kindness and respect. I will be happy to continue to care for you, to do your bidding without hesitation or restraint."

Helmut approached Maria with the open collar, placed it around her neck and firmly pushed it closed. With a solid click, the precision made joint was now locked in place and barely visible.

"While you wear this collar, Maria, you are bound to me. You will do my bidding at all times, accept my punishment without complaint when I see fit to administer it and you will have sexual contact with others only with my express and prior approval. You will be available to me for sex at all times."

He towered over the tiny girl, wrapping her in his strong arms and demanded a deep, soulful kiss. His hand strayed briefly over her breasts, down to her vulva and back again. He grasped her shoulders firmly and held her at arm's length, drinking in her beauty and noting the tears welling up in her eyes.

Dianne watched, entranced, trying to understand her own feelings as she watched this intimate exchange.

Helga received the same treatment. Now Dianne felt like a voyeur, feeling as though she was intruding on a very personal moment. Surprisingly, she felt no jealousy, but the sheer sexual overtones started her juices flowing to the extent that she feared they might show.

"Dianne, come forward now. Before we begin, remove your wedding rings and hand them to me. I promise that they will be returned to you on the morning you leave here to return to Australia."

Dianne hesitated, considering her options. This was the ultimate test of her loyalty to Steve, but the request was not outside the limits of their contract. She raised her eyes to his. Slowly and deliberately she removed her wedding and engagement rings and handed them over. Helmut took a small ring case from the bag, placed the rings inside it and closing the lid, placed the box on the mantelpiece.

Reaching into the bag again, Helmut's hand emerged with something new, a smooth, black velvet collar studded with tiny diamonds.

"I do not ask you to wear my collar since you have already agreed to being my slave for the entire week. You will wear my collar until you leave at the end of the week, but you may remove it temporarily while you bathe or shower. You will not remove it otherwise without my express permission."

"Thank you, Sir. I accept your collar with pride."

She bent forward to allow him to fasten the collar around her neck and then stood up straight. Dipping into the bag for the final time, he brought out a second ring case which he opened to reveal the spectacular ring Dianne selected earlier in the day. He slipped it onto her wedding finger and told her to wear it at all times while she wore the collar.

"Champagne, please, girls!"

Helga jumped into action, producing a bottle and four flutes and quickly poured for each of them.

"A toast. To the joys of slavery."

They clinked their glasses and sipped. The three women looked at their master, querying wordlessly for some guidance as to what was expected of them.

"I seem to be the only one who is overdressed here," smiled Helmut. "Maria, remove my clothes and place them on the chair."

With a huge smile, Maria went to work, seating Helmut on a chair and removing his shoes and socks. Dragging him up into a standing position, she reached up to unbutton and remove his shirt, exposing his well-defined six pack. Against her short stature, Helmut's six foot three towered over her, forcing her to stretch up to slip his shirt from his shoulders and then running her fingers over his chest, pausing at his nipples. His belt was removed allowing his slacks to slip over his hips and he stepped out of them, leaving him covered in only a pair of boxers.

"Thank you, Maria. I think Dianne can remove the rest."