It’s a beautiful, warm afternoon and I have an appointment with colleagues at the Käfer Wies’n-Schänke Oktoberfest at 3:30 pm. I wear traditional Bavarian costume. On the way to our reserved table, I make my way through the hustle and bustle. My gaze wanders over the crowd and suddenly – I can’t help it – my eyes catch sight of an attractive young lady in an elegant dirndl. She has blonde hair and a breathtaking model figure. While I’m almost standing next to her, I feel my breath catch and I can’t stop looking at her cleavage. Out of nowhere, she grabs me by the hand and looks at me sternly. Her green eyes fix on me and, despite the music in the marquee, I can clearly hear her unmistakable instruction: “Be at the entrance in ten minutes. I’m expecting you.”.
My pulse is racing and I think about whether I’d better just join my colleagues at the table. But I can’t help it: as if in a trance, I go to the entrance and wait, following the lady’s orders. I can’t see the lady anywhere. Instead, two policewomen in uniform storm towards me. Before I know what’s happening to me, they have handcuffed me and are leading me away. I resist, but it’s no use. The two muscular female law enforcement officers take me to a red container at the edge of the festival grounds. “In you go!” orders the stronger of the two, who is probably also in command. They lead me into a white-tiled room bathed in glistening light. There is an interrogation chair roughly in the middle, which I have to sit on. Now the policewomen handcuff me and bind my feet so that I’m completely at their mercy on the chair. With just a few, deliberate movements, they seize my wallet with my ID card. Then they leave me alone. The heavy door crashes loudly into the lock.
Minutes pass and my thoughts turn to the enchanting lady I was supposed to meet at the entrance to the marquee. Will my colleagues miss me now and what can I say if I ever get out of here again. While all sorts of things are running through my head, I almost don’t notice the door opening and the enchanting lady from the Oktoberfest tent entering the room. I am breathing heavily. What will happen now?
“My name is Davina Dust,” the lady introduces herself as she stands just centimeters in front of me. With her left hand, she points a spotlight right at my face. “You have no chance of escaping me,” I hear her voice. “You will tell me exactly [gt] what fantasies you had when you were staring at me in the tent. I will then decide what punishment is appropriate for you “. “Yes, Lady Davina,” I say and the interrogation begins…
From now on it’s just me, my desires and you! Body marks and restraints become harder and more agonizing than they are visually tangible. Pointed things are placed by hand in soft places, glowing cheeks and the bottom like a softly beaten piece of meat.
Breath is taken away and screams are stifled at will and in the end the will is broken – yours! In short, the high art of inquisition finds its use.
All resistance is given up, letting go… slowly realizing that escape is pointless.
Falling and letting go…. and only lie at your feet as your property. She will enjoy your state and fall into ecstasy, fully savoring her power. No letting go until the state of complete abandonment is reached and then redemption follows. Unexpected feelings of happiness will accompany you along the way and the realization that you have found what you have been looking for for a long time. It was the premonition of a promising place, of an unspoken wish, born of desire and fear. Reality was born out of illusion.
Now it is ready for the toughest pain delinquents. For the most uninhibited masochists. For the bravest slaves. For all those who want to go beyond their limits. For those who want to enter the gateway to a new world. For all those who want to experience what true pain is. And you can be sure that I will enjoy it at least as much as you do!
Now she is ready
