The Mistresses Next Door - Episode 1. Emanuel J.

him, he turned his eyes towards the saleswoman, without seeing her, and breathed out the words bashfully. "I have a plug inside of me..."

      "Oh, really?" The saleswoman smiled sympathetically. "Then it's no wonder that you lose your composure." Her last words were heard by a young woman who entered the shop with a shy smile, not understanding what was happening here (Daniel hoped, at least). While her eyes wandered over the range of white stockings, Franziska was given two pairs of red fishnet stockings, one stay-up, the other requiring garters and both in size five. "I'm curious to see how the red suits him," she said, while the credit card was inserted into the reader and he hid the two packs in the bag with the lingerie.

      Confused, the young woman looked across, glimpsing the white stockings between his shoe and the hem of his pants. I guess there was no hiding them from anyone. Franziska exchanged a friendly smile with the saleswoman and pulled him by the hand out onto the street, while behind them a discussion began about whether one should wear stockings under a bridal gown or stay-ups.

      On the short walk to Wilhelmsplatz Franziska looked at him sideways. "It seems really hard for you to admit your role."

      He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "But it doesn't have to be the whole city."

      She smiled understandingly. "The whole town it really is not. But you don't have to be too embarrassed. Stand by what you do and long for. You can look at lingerie without worrying that it’s going to bite you, no one cares. Besides, it turns you on, doesn't it?"

      "Well, at most a little bit..."

      "What do you call me?"

      "Yes, my mistress, it turns me on." The excitement tingled deep inside him. Oh, yeah, it turned him on more than anything in the world. He closed his hand more tightly around hers and lowered his voice still more. "I love you, my lady. You know very well how to deal with me..."

      She practiced modesty. "Somebody's got to make your dreams come true..." Then she clearly remembered one of the doctrines of the BDSM forums, which said that the mistress was never the facilitator of the slave’s desires, and she corrected herself. "Although it's not about that, of course, but about my ideas... Fortunately for you, these agree very nicely with your wishes..." They stood still for a red light. A long line of cars streamed by and they remained silent, wary of the listening ears nearby. Only when the traffic light switched to green and the crowd began to move did Franziska quietly continue, but now she had something else on her mind: "I'm curious to see what Isabel has to say about the red stockings. Sometimes she's a bit conservative... But you like serving her... you enjoy catering to her desires, don't you?“

      "Yes, mistress, I like it very much... And I would love to do the same to you if you would allow me..."

      He did not get an answer because the tram came rumbling and they squeezed in with a lot of other people. It would have been better to walk, but a longer walk in his condition was hardly to be expected. A moan escaped his lips as he raised his hand to the handle, and innocently he looked at the ceiling as if nothing had happened...

      Forgiveness

      In the following week Sasha came to visit with some new CDs to entertain them, they often discussed music. Even though Daniel was frighteningly unmusical and couldn't keep the simplest rhythm, he was happy to critique music. But he also liked some of what he heard..

      In the evening, as they sat with a bottle of red wine, Sascha asked him. "You remember Monika, don't you?"

      Of course, Daniel remembered Monika, pretty, dark-haired acquaintance, with whom he would have ended up in bed if they hadn't both been too drunk on that strange New Year's Eve three or four years ago...

      "She saw you last week," Sasha whispered mysteriously, in a tone that Daniel read as deeply ominous. “In a department store." Oh dear. "You were there with a blonde... and you held lingerie up for her to inspect. Monika said it looked rather submissive..." He shot Daniel a look, one that said denial is useless. "Your neighbour?"

      Daniel also drained his glass and both reached for the bottle. Daniel was faster, which was rarely the case with anything. He poured wine into Sascha’s glass. Caught red-handed, he hated that his warm cheeks showed the truth. Transferred and caught or vice versa. He hated the warmth that crept into his cheeks. "Yes."

      A mixture of incomprehension and admiration stepped into Sasha's gaze. "So it's true then, isn't it?"

      Daniel took another sip, a small one this time, and Franziska’s words came to his mind: "Stand by what you are doing and what you long for.."

      "And they're both your mistress?"

      "One more, the other less... But that's right, I'm there for both of them."

      Stunned, Sascha's dark eyes sparkled across to him. "You actually find two mistresses right next door? I can't believe this. Do you know how many men on the Internet desperately search for a mistress without ever finding one? It’s inconceivable, miraculous!"

      Daniel, somewhat embarrassed, examined his fingernails, which needed cutting again. "I can’t deny it’s unusual. Total coincidence though."

      Sascha pondered and stroked over his three-day beard. "You're a real lucky guy... And then they'll even take you shopping for their lingerie... Unbelievable.“

      Their lingerie? Now he had the dolls mixed up. But how would he know? He certainly did not hear about it from Daniel, who was of the opinion that there had been more than enough confessions for today.

      When the bottle was empty and Sascha was on his way out, he turned back outside the door with a big grin. "And be good, or there'll be a spanking."

      Of course, Daniel did not enjoy his mocking tone, the ease with which Sascha denigrated his most intimate activity. Yet perhaps he was being thin-skinned, the mockery stemmed only from longing and envy.

      Sascha clattered down the stairs, waving, and Daniel closed the apartment door with a sigh. So, Monika had seen him. And Edith could think about his white stockings. If things continued like this, the whole world would soon know about this aspect of his life. But no, the world was not interested in him, only his acquaintances perhaps, and they would judge. The mistress would already know, what she does, would have thought a really devoted slave, who he was however obviously not, because he wished itself that she may show a little less him. His mistresses would surely take offense at this slave, whose devotion could not be true as he was so unwilling to show it.

      That night he dreamed of being led by a faceless person, Franziska presumably, before an endless procession of grey and silent people, in women's clothes and tied up, on a rope. The adults looked scandalized and he was marvelled at uncomprehendingly by children. Fortunately the dream did not reflect reality.at

      *

      A magnificent Indian summer lasted almost the whole of October before it became grey, cool and rainy. Three to four times a week Daniel scampered over to his neighbours and conscientiously followed all their instructions, greeted them as they were, took the plug in on time at ten on Mondays and Thursdays, without needing to be prompted, sat down on his knees in front of the toilet with the bathroom door open, and licked any spilled drinks from the table. From time to time he was allowed to satisfy himself with Franziska’s boots, then to lick them clean afterwards, and each time she took his penis into her mouth for a few moments afterwards. Otherwise, there didn't seem to be any sexual need in her at all. Not once did he see her naked or scantily clothed, always wearing a pair of jeans and a top like armour, keeping him at a distance from her body. He was not allowed to stroke her, not to mention kiss her, she was chaste or perhaps frigid, but really excellent as a mistress, since it obviously gave her pleasure to educate him according to her wishes, for which she "naturally" needed the crop every now and then.

      He worshipped her and at the same time worshipped Isabel, who took less care of his upbringing and preferred to use him for other things: at least twice a week she let him lick her to orgasm and there was nothing he would have preferred to do, except perhaps ... He would have liked to have taken her as a man takes a woman, but that was clearly out of the question. It was as if his feminine clothes would