Schuftsau Olaf living I can not believe it's already over 2 years since I wrote my last entry. Here I had the divine Princess Sweety still promised in a comment about a year ago to post something again. In the hope that it is never too late, and that the Princess does justice with mercy, I am now finally back so far as to post the beginning of a new history.
I call them "Jennifer King in Bad Kissingen," because I actually had this year in Bad Kissingen stayed for a cure, and I got the "appearance" had made me a heroine of an earlier ; higher story reminded me of: the fantasy story "Jennifer King."
These "old" story is not finished and I will at some point, I'm sure to write a sequel, especially because I already know how it goes and ends. For all that they did not know, I put a link below:
http://home.arcor.de/testversuche/forum/olaf/jfk.htm
The good Consi, a slave of the beautiful, divine Posh Bitch keeps this link generously still willing.
this story I had published 3 years ago Paypig forum.
During my treatment, then, I saw a woman who reminded me fully in my fantasy figure Jennifer King. Since then, I dream again of that figure and have developed a new fantasy, set in Bad Kissingen.
First I would like to briefly describe what "appearance" I was in Bad Kissingen, where I July this year, Kurtz:
It was my first time there and pleasantly surprised how wonderful this resort is. It is in Bavaria, more precisely in Unterfanken, that is, where the world is in order is: a beautiful park, for It is often the inlet controls, a beautiful rose garden, concerts at the highest level with artists, orchestras and conductors, which are also in opera and concert halls in Berlin, London, New York, you name it, (and in beautiful concert halls, as in Max Littmann Hall for example), a very passable, upscale spa orchestra, which plays almost every day several concerts in the spa garden, a casino, the Luitpold-Casino, a beautiful pedestrian zone, Saline, and and and a really nice, intact, well-functioning spa.
I had I quartered in the Saale-Klinik, an agency of the German Pension Fund, where I and other type 2 diabetes - and obesity-hoped-for relief to our patients' suffering, "which, if one is honest, is really just that we eat too much and too lazy to give us enough exercise. Still, that eat, that is reasonable and move me much, I had made myself for the next three weeks.
On the second day of my stay, I had dinner in the city has seen many things that I described above. I was pleasantly surprised how well I hit it, in this beautiful Resort to come. But when I left the spa gardens and reached over a small bridge over the Saale the Luitpold-Casino, gave my real pleasant surprise speechlessness. What I saw now that I had here in the sticks, I believed in myself, not in my wildest dreams expected.
The terrace restaurant of the Luitpold-building apparently there was a SM party. In any case, only so crowded canvas of fetish clothes, I even saw some dog collars and in which some party guests were led around by others, but also a lot of trash look, Designer fashions, evening dresses and other fancy clothes could be seen. Many spa guests were standing on a wooden bridge that leads to the casino, and gaped at the party guests.
I mingled among the party people and was told that on that evening in the theater basement of the building, a Rocky Horror Picture Show revival was held. For the guests it would be, not an invasion of the Nuremberg or Frankfurt M scene as I had suspected, but actually people from Bad Kissingen and surrounding areas. Envy I had to admit to myself that I rarely in my life so many beautiful have seen women in such a small space.
I had recently been still speechless, I was suddenly just before the joy of not comprehending madness! Otherwise I can not describe it. Because suddenly before me stood a young woman who appeared to me as my flesh fictional character Jennifer King.
A beautiful, small, petite blonde who wore a designer dress and high heeled sandals, came with an old slave girl in tow, walked past me. The blonde was certainly not yet twenty years old. Around the neck, arms and around the ankle she wore expensive jewelry. But this
Party-Girl with Jennifer King had not only the look but also that they are a much older, had greater stature and powerful slave.
Jennifer's slave and I were among the few older guests. She was certainly at least 50 years old, rather older. She was a little bigger than me and more than a head larger than her small, petite lady. She had very short hair and her outfit was more or less out of a few fixed-laced leather straps on her body. On her dog collar always hung a removable whip and a dog leash, where it was and then when led around by her young mistress. Since she was almost naked, you could easily see that their athletic, well-trained body of whip welts was just littered Sun Also, I thought I recognized several fire scars.
the only one who was at the party, whose feet were not only naked, but who had no shoes on, that is really running around barefoot.
If it has not led around on a leash by her mistress, she was usually a few feet away from her mistress in Hab-eight-position and looked focused on her mistress, without being disturbed by other guests. they were approached by someone they did not respond or gave a very brief answer and then immediately look towards her mistress. This
talked course excited by the party guests. Now and then stormed the great slave to her mistress, who had probably expected more, because they never seemed bad if so many "Eigenmächtigkeir" of the slave, as it seemed at least initially, but had However once an order for them and made from it such as a drink Bring to light a cigarette and rich, or gave her a dirty handkerchief, and so they should throw away the
Only after very long and accurate observation, I noticed that the little one now and then snapped his fingers, without to look to their slave. She did just that, the slave would have most likely view on her hand as she held her arm, for example, half-height and snapped, or holding her hand behind her back and flicked towards slave, etc. Only then, I realized now, stormed off the slave and asked about the orders of their mistress.
I was totally fascinated and had eyes only for "Jennifer King and her slave. I wondered desperately if I do, and how I should address it. But I remembered nothing. I've currently no money to offer. And what services I could offer her, then? And to work for them in a second or third job without knowing them at all but a premature offer. Or maybe not? What I had seen enough, but actually perfect. I checked. What did my gut feeling? My control question, if I would like to submit to a mistress is, for me: Would I die for them? The honest answer is immediately reported back to my heart and stomach: "Every time"
So, come on, old fool, do it, throw yourself at her feet, she winseler! I said to myself. Or perhaps better yet speak first with the slave?
But that was almost more difficult. She seemed in very strict discipline to stand and clear, explicit instructions to have. She had to respond to every snap of the fingers at once, and I do not know what punishment had been threatened with her in case she should miss even one snap.
She was definitely a very good slave, whom I admired. But she was here on a strict labor input, no way she was here to participate somehow in the party fun.
I myself had in my life have often put in similar situations, and knew that she could do everything, but really no one who accosts them from the side.
Or had she, like me, that my former mistress as Isabel had ordered more, specific instructions in the event that someone spoke to her mistress?
Isabel had in fact found out very quickly that they are on scene-Parties, addressed by all sorts of people, was not only serious, serious slaves. They were too shy as a rule, namely, first with me and tried to strike up conversations when they learned that I obviously the slave of this beautiful dream woman.
I took my then give their names, told them that I would and talk to Isabel and she would then decide what should happen next.
I thought looked, fascinated, wondering suddenly to my eyes fell on my clock. It was already 0.00 Clock! The Clinic had a tattoo. The clock was at 23.00! Since I was only just arrived and was not immediately get in big trouble, I ran to the Steigenberger Hotel and left me with a taxi ride to the hospital. There gave me a very attractive head nurse my first bollocking. A small consolation for what had escaped me.
In the night I was dreaming but by Jennifer King, and from here now my new fantasy story begins:
JENNIFER KING IN BAD KISSINGEN
On next Day I was strolling through the pedestrian zone in the afternoon and I gasped when I read the fascinating, beautiful blonde on the eve of a table that belonged to a coffee shop saw sitting. She sat there with a friend and happily ate an ice cream. She had normal leisure clothing: a slightly risky top, blue jeans and her pretty feet were in Chucks. Her friend I had not seen the night before at the party. Mostly I was looking after the environment characteristics, and indeed! Before a shoe store was the slave of yesterday! She wore more cheap casual clothing from dicount, except for two features: were not your shoes are sexy, but a stylish elegance and definitely not cheap, and her earrings looked even more like expensive than cheap costume jewelry. She was no longer in Hab-eight-position, as on the evening before, but looked interested in the shoes in the window display, and greeted friends, if that were gone. She seemed to be from Bad Kissingen. From time to time she looked over at Jennifer King, who noticed them at all though. This was fully engrossed in a conversation with her friend, and both girls laughed at times on laughter. I had managed to get hold of me a table very near the two girls and ordered a soda (!). Suddenly I saw
, as the chief physician of the Saale-Klinik rushed through the pedestrian zone. He seemed to have undergone a personality change. For he had me and the other newly arrived patient two days earlier still confident, confident, quite the "God in White welcomes critical, I now saw as a badly dressed, insecure males , drenched in sweat and rushed to the passers-by hurried, he bumped me slightly and did not recognize me, of course, and I heard an insecure croaked "Pardon" when he stopped by the table of Jennifer King! Jennifer was sitting at a table, which was sheltered by the flower beds of nearly all sides. He was standing right in the middle of the pedestrian zone, and yet he was viewed seriously by the distributors. This I now had to acknowledge to my chagrin. Actually I was sitting at a nearby table, I could only follow with difficulty, what was at their table before him, and certainly I missed a lot. The slave had
to be under its posted in a poor visibility front door and stood back as the night before in Hab-eight-position, ready, ordered to Jennifer's table.
The two girls had greeted the doctor with a chief played over loud "Hello" and yet they are hardly a laughing yet. This had gone into a crouch and had, as far as I could see that, taken out credit cards and chocolates (?) From his pocket and laid on the table. The girls put their credit cards, laughing, and apparently discussed at length about the chocolates. I had heard snippets of conversation, such as: ""... squattest not lower, then you have its snout to the ground, "and" woe to the names are misspelled "and" .. EVERYTHING is on us! "and" ... see how much spending money I will give you! ". They laughed a lot. And despite the hard and serious content, which were well discussed apparently seemed to have in any case, the two girls have fun.
matter how hard I tried, I could not understand, unfortunately, which said the chief doctor. I only heard that he spoke from time to time, but what was not easy to listen to.
spat Suddenly, the girlfriend of a well-chewed chocolate from Jennifer. And I heard scraps of command, such as: "... the other kind ..!", "Staring not so stupid," "honest, exactly what I'll do to you & ldquo! ;! "chop chop", ".. before we ate our ice! ".
suddenly jumped to the head doctor, you could see on his jacket to her friend Jennifer had probably spit it, and ran as if for his life, it went like this. His expression was extremely hard and rushed. He seemed to endure real existential fear.
laughed The two girls and had fun.
I had seen in a side street an expensive chocolate shop. Ran the head doctor there and got a different kind of girl? And why he did so as if it went to a less serious issue but almost for his life?
I think everyone can imagine, that I desired nothing more ardently than to receive accurate answers to these questions. I was still wondering whether I should follow the doctor in charge, or could wait quietly in Jennifer's proximity to he would probably soon be rushing back.
As I glanced at the clock again, unfortunately. After missing the curfew yesterday, I got my today and not on the late afternoon scheduled hours missed by the psychologist! Sometimes life can already be cruel! I had to leave this to me highly interesting and incredibly rare scene, and go back to the hospital!
Somehow I hoped of course that I was in this little town, see Jennifer again, especially since the chief doctor's clinic apparently was in contact with it. I suspected at this time nicht, wie schnell ich recht behalten sollte.
Wieso hatte ich mir nur diesen Termin bei dem Psychologen eingebrockt? Eigentlich wollte ich in der Kur doch nur vernünftig essen und mich viel bewegen. Ich war mir sicher, dass das ganz gewiss schon einen Erfolg bringen würde. Doch bei einem ersten Vortrag zu Beginn der Kur war das Stichwort „Ganzheitlichkeit“ gefallen, und dass alles irgendwie mit allem zusammenhängt.
Ich dachte ernsthaft daran, mit einem Psychologen über meine Sexualität zu sprechen, und ob auch diese mit verantwortlich dafür sein konnte, dass ich zu dick war und mich zu wenig bewegte. Und wenn, gab es then me for any special equipment and medical measures to improve my blood and sugar levels? Was there a sense of curative measures for the normal people on the one hand, and for other masochists? Could not, for example the fact that I myself certainly less loved than I suspected this from a "normal" people, all be essential that I had my physical appearance really care? And that I really only when a lady gave me instructions to, somehow acted to my body?
But this could Of course, depending on the lady, be completely different. As Isabel had always threatened when I'm fat, she would whip me to death, and had sent me into a gym (for Berlin: Engelbert Dörbandt on the Kurfürstendamm in the mid 80s). At that time I was really thin, so thin was, the English always described myself as "skinny". But if that same Isabel would have commanded as to eat every day, half a pound of butter and fat to their very own entertainment to be (as I've read once at Princess Sierra), had I made this with certainty, too.
But could a psychologist to help me with this subject? it not rather a lengthy psychotherapy was appropriate, with the aim to basically change my sexuality? But this I did not want to. I also could not imagine that something like this could work. My sexuality, so she was abnormal, but my only extremely strong joy in my life. If they wanted to take me, what would drive me then to make progress in life?
These were the thoughts that were on the way back to the clinic through the head. Almost
I had already lost all his courage again to speak with a psychologist about these thoughts. But then I said to myself: What else is there a cure? If not here, where else can you deal with time only for himself and his problems? And I appeared on time in the Office of the psychologist.
I noticed first on now that he was very young and probably very attractive. I say "probably" because I am predisposed stock-straight, and as a man than I am thoroughly assess, can hardly, as the effect of other men is to women. While women other women assess more clearly on their way to beauty, is that many men, if they are to judge other men, including me, very difficult.
I needed such a long time before I could tell a good friend of all, why Brad Pitt should be attractive. Even when Isabel's friend Raymond I knew a long time, how attractive he was and that he was a real heartthrob.
I tried to psychologists through the eyes of a woman to look and had to admit to admit that he is surely something of a ladies' man had to be. He was a southern guy with a three-day beard and had his black hair into a long braid tied together.
He was very friendly and I had, despite the large age difference quickly found confidence in him. Somehow I had previously thought I could make my strange thoughts, if any, or discuss with peers, better still older man. Now was basically a young upstart in front of me, who actually was in every respect the exact opposite of me. But somehow, I do not know why, I felt myself and my request in good hands with him. It took me so long, no warmup, but was very quickly on topic. I told him honestly, as I worked and embroidered.
As I said, I noticed how his interest in me was growing. Although he was initially friendly to me, but somehow placed encountered professionally, he soon seemed to have a kind of personal interest to me.
But then suddenly there was some point in our conversation, a point at which satisfied his curiosity seemed to be and he had answered all the questions for themselves.
changed from since his attitude towards me again, this radical. I have wanted to admit for a while because I was glad to find someone so fast, who understood me really, and I could express my full confidence. But over time I realized that I had to do something, because his behavior towards me was - outrageous.
first he had only begun to grin widely and derisively, he had placed his feet on his desk and hurled his flip-flops with a slight swing in my direction from his feet. Then he lit a cigarette, without asking my permission. Finally, he picked up the phone and led obviously a private conversation, without further worry about me.
Outraged I said, "If you prefer to make other calls, then we can end this here so well," He looked at me amused, said into the phone: "Wait a minute short & ldquo , and then turned to me: "In fact, your wishes and thoughts in the future play no role anymore. For you will now count only, what I want, ha, ha, ha "roared
on I:" Wait a minute! I told you not allowed to say du me! And what I told you about my sexuality, refers solely to women! How can you seriously suppose that I could even remotely think of for you? Here simply to throw your flip-flops to me! I shall complain to the chief doctor of the "
But he only laughed:" The chief doctor here is the same, as did you make to me little man, and thou shalt my flip-flops fetch in the mouth! "
"What?" I cried in horror. "Are Out of Control perfect?"
At this moment Jennifer King appeared at the door!
I immediately stopped breathing. I was dizzy, my pulse raced. In a split second all my anger was gone. I found it difficult to think clearly and to sort everything. It did not work. My instinct forced me immediately before the beautiful girl on her knees. I was suddenly the humility personified. I was only a little whining to be the slave of this beauty with the sole desire. Suddenly looked I am grateful to the psychologists. What he had said, could only mean that I like, here and now ... I did not dare to express myself. I could not believe my luck.
But then I did not trust me, the idea at first to even think very carefully first coherently: that which the psychologist had me just everything thrown at him, could really only mean that I like ... be the slave to this woman would dream. I knelt with his forehead on the floor in her direction, my heart pounding, I think the whole room to hear loud and clear.
Jennifer was by this time the psychologist went and had hugged him and kissed her dearly. I heard he opened the zipper of his pants, and they both enjoyed themselves and passed the time. Eventually, she asked him gently and kindly, "What's the matter with him?"
He laughed and said, "The? Do not worry, darling! Before you need to embarrass yourself a bit not. He is a slave of cattle of the lowest sort. Believe me, honey! He does everything for you! With no exceptions, without any taboos, no matter what you want. As Bernard, Frank, Irene and all the rogue beast! Exactly the same kind! It is easy to clean as well. You got him now completely subdued. You do not need a second more in his education to invest. You can immediately come down on him extremely, and serve him extremely buck, and can work hard until the doctor comes, even before he kicked the bucket if you are keen! It is you, no matter what you do with it, thank you for everything, even the biggest mess, the most perfidious trick! Would be nice of you if you tell him that he should serve me, ha, ha! "
Jennifer giggled. She came up to me and lifted my head with her Chuck. "Look into my eyes," she commanded. "Is that true? You are also such a subhuman piece of shit, as I have many? You want to work hard for me to croak, and live as my lowest livestock and serve me a fanatic? You'll adore me and thank me, if I mean, hard-hearted, totally selfish and cold use and exploit? "My heart leaped with joy and adoration, and I said a sincere and happy," Yes, divine my lady, "I pleaded," Please, please, please be so kind and can condescend to use me and ruthlessly exploit, please, please, please ... divine, beautiful sovereignty, "and she laughed. Easily amused, she wondered aloud, moving her head and her body like when weighing a big decision, back and forth, and it was clear that they only make fun of me made. Your relaxed gleefully grinning facial expression made it clear that she had decided long ago, and I just wanted to have a little suspense. She enjoyed my pleading face and my tremor. "Hmmm, hmmm," she said, and played in front of me, still not convinced to be: "How much coal did he? And what can the old geezer for me has done great? "
The psychologist-a contemptible contemptuous gesture made towards me and said," He thinks he has a lot of money because he was a senior bank employee is. But it is just the usual life insurance and retirement plans that you have squandered in a short time, darling! But it could be us in the present situation in the mine of great benefit. You can really trust me! 'll send you a slave of his category with a billion to Africa. Manages everything 100% loyal and diverted nothing, not even the smallest cents for herself. He's fallen for you really to 100%, and sacrifices, when you need it, a happy snap of the fingers of you his life for you! "
you laughed, her hands braced on her hips, lifted one foot ; on and rubbed gently with her Chuck my chest, my neck and face. On her face was but a mockery and malice to see and she said: "Ahhhhhhhh! Nice to know that its not stupid chandelier aussterbt! Since I am still just a brutish villain border Untermenschensau by ... "she searched for a word and had an index finger placed on the chin and wiggled simultaneously quickly with a chuck back and forth so that its sole tapsende made noise on the ground, "divine providence," she cried then, and her friend snorted immediately go out laughing, while she finished the sentence "in extreme pain and torture croak, ha, ha, ha ... and there immediately comes the replacement crawling, hey, hey, hey, hey! "Both shook with laughter. "Well, rejoice, and thank you for your fate that you are allowed to serve me off immediately, you piece of shit! I will you have to work hard for me to croak, and believe me, it will be hell for you! While I will have a lot of fun, ha, ha, ha - Oh yes, and my friend Rodrigo you serve from now on "
Full of love, adoration and gratitude, I was back on his forehead to the soil had gone and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh thank you, divine mistress!"
She was so beautiful and had so much power over me that I have the contents of their Address to me at first hard to think no further could. I was just overjoyed that she even showed me the grace to deal with me and have fun at my expense over me to do.
My new mistress and her friend shook with laughter. My divine lady had already set to Rodrigo, who ordered me now, to retrieve his "divine" flip-flops in my "lower livestock-mouth". Then he sent me before males become familiar with the flip-flops in the mouth, and told me then, to him, his feet while I to kiss tenderly had to put on.
The young royal couple watched a laugh with my driving and enjoying himself royally.
While I was floating on cloud nine, but my life was a stroke changed so radically that I found it difficult to sort everything. What should I do in the mine? As often as I would be allowed to see my lady at all? Was this beautiful, petite, young girl actually said these harsh words to me? What they meant and what role actually played by the slave and the chief physician of whom it was said that he owned the clinic in their lives? Rodrigo and Jennifer were not actually the real owner? Why Rodrigo worked as a psychologist? Had he been caught at the end of a whole army of slaves for themselves and Jennifer out from the crowd of patients, which served the two?
questions on issues that unravel to me only gradually in my service for Jennifer King should ....
be continued.
And your Conhon I bring you with btw T_T (drandenkendrandenkendrandenken. ...)