Published:
December 21, 2023
Die Rache der Azubine
This book came about from a wild idea my friend provided. Among her acquaintances in the BDSM scene, a young woman suddenly appeared alongside an older slave. This led to the story that exactly addresses this theme. Several ideas for it were actually provided by my wife. She is also nearly ten years older than me.
Another reader also approached me, complaining about all the errors and incorrect comma placement in my works. However, this is naturally very difficult for me. German isn’t my native language, and I had to painfully learn it, which explains all the mistakes. Plus, I was constantly under time pressure and skipped the necessary proofreading. Kindly, he took over the proofreading and corrected my texts. If you find any errors, they didn’t grow from my own efforts.
Chapter 1
The first 38 years of my life belonged to the women one would call very solid, especially sexually. No affairs, no orgies, no homosexual adventures, nothing like that. Just ordinary flower sex with my husband, whom I'd been together with since our school days and loved from the bottom of my heart. My husband Andreas had become a teacher and worked at a gymnasium. He was very popular among his students and colleagues. Nothing could rattle him. In our marriage bed, absolutely nothing special happened. Just ordinary sex, mostly in the missionary position, which completely sufficed for both my husband and me.
Thanks to the fact that I wore size 34 and not only had a pretty face but also long, blonde dyed hair, there were plenty of opportunities, as they say. Well, my top half was rather modestly endowed, but in return, my breasts were well-shaped and firm. As further compensation, I had a small, damn perky backside. Altogether, this made me a woman who really hit it off with the opposite sex and would have had plenty of side affairs if I'd wanted to. But that's not how I was. No, not me, the happily married woman working in damage assessment at an insurance company.
My job involved calculating damage sums based on expert reports and instructing our bank service provider to transfer the agreed-upon amount. In every other respect, I was very solid. I didn't smoke, I only drank alcohol rarely, and I cycled at least three times a week to stay physically fit. Naturally, I always went to bed early in the evenings and never arrived late at work in the mornings! And I was sick almost never! Yes, I really was a damn good girl. Until that day when this bitch of an apprentice started in our department. From then on, my behavior changed abruptly.
Felicitas Schneider was a real whirlwind who was assigned to our department. Specifically, the department head came to me and told me to train this 19-year-old until her final exam. Originally, it was his job to keep an eye on this young person, but he thought she'd learn the most from me. Within the first two days under my supervision, I had literally devoured her. She was pretty much the exact opposite of me. At least in terms of work. Physically, she could have been a younger version of myself, only with a larger bust.
A slender girl with short, cabbagelike black hair and eyebrow piercings. Beautifully sculpted, but unfortunately also one of those who liked to show it off. Primarily in the form of tight tops and hip-hugging jeans so everyone could admire the rose tattoo on her right lower abdomen. Maybe I could have accepted that if she had done her work diligently. But this cheeky brat didn't. On the contrary! She was lazy, complained about every task, and went out to smoke at least once an hour—sometimes even twice. And last but not least, she came in way too late almost every day.
To discipline her and push her in the right direction, I gave her some tasks that she had to complete herself. Allegedly, she was old enough and claimed to know everything anyway. Naturally, she knew nothing at all, which I made sure she felt repeatedly. It was always said that insurance companies didn't want to pay out, but that wasn't because of the insurance company itself, but because of these young apprentices who were simply unusable. With her, there were constant delays due to incompetence. Every task she was supposed to handle ended up back on my desk after a few days. I had more work than ever and watched her smoke repeatedly.
I complained about this to my department head and had her appear before him again and again. If she did something, she should do it properly or ask if she had difficulties. She only occasionally came to my desk and asked how she was supposed to do something. The rest of the time she wasted on the balcony smoking, at the coffee machine with male colleagues who enjoyed the view of her two free breasts and liked to meet her in the cleaning supplies room once in a while. Most of my colleagues were married, some even fathers, but when young flesh stood before them, it was instantly forgotten.
Felicitas also made great use of this. She constantly stood on the balcony with an older colleague, puffed on her cigarettes, and held her flat stomach up to the sun. That was how this young woman understood work. I watched this for two weeks before I summoned her to my office for a conversation and gave her a proper piece of my mind. Including a warning and the instruction that she had to adapt both her work performance and her style of dress to the conditions of the department if she wanted to finish her training on time!
"Have you understood, Frau Schneider?" I asked sharply at the end.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at me with hatred. Then she nodded. "Yes, Frau Michaels," she answered in a trembling voice. "I have."
"That pleases me," I replied slyly. "Then you may continue working now."
She stood up and looked at me once more with narrowed eyes. After that, she turned around and stormed out of the office. "So, you little brat," I thought amusedly. "Now you know where the hare runs in this department!"
That was, however, a mistake. This bitch didn't think for a second about changing her behavior but wanted to get back at me! And in a way I hadn't even suspected from a man. She waited until I was on lunch break. Then she sneaked into my office and searched the cabinets and drawers of my desk. Unfortunately also the bottom drawer, which I had accidentally left unlocked and in which my private notebook lay. Which was obviously very careless of me. Very, very careless, considering all the photographs and video films on the hard drive.
Most photos and video recordings were completely harmless. Birthdays, last holidays, celebrations with friends. The usual stuff. With one exception. The 22-minute film that had been made last year during our holiday in Majorca. In a nice hotel room, after three glasses of red wine. My husband and me having sex. Nothing wild, just ordinary flower sex, but thanks to our great new camera in all details and certainly not for public viewing. Imagine if this film ended up on the internet. Not to mention what my colleagues and superiors would say about it. Or my parents and brothers. No, one could hardly imagine anything more embarrassing.
My husband, a high school teacher and for some years also a CDU representative in the city council, would certainly be anything but pleased if this film were visible to everyone. From his students and party friends. Which would practically end his career. Oh yes, we had a problem. Or rather, I had a problem. And it was a damned big one! I didn't notice her intrusion at all and went home for the evening. I enjoyed the afternoon in the garden with a glass of cool wine while my husband corrected some papers from his students.
The next morning I arrived as always punctually with the best mood at work. I had already left the warning for our apprentice on my department head's desk and complained about her again very clearly. She immediately got another scolding from him in the early morning and then disappeared once more onto the balcony to smoke. My performance at work increased rapidly that morning. I no longer cared about the apprentice and where she roamed around. But by the afternoon, I had to deal with her again. However, in a way I hadn't expected.
Long after lunch, she came into my office cheerfully with an envelope under her arm, sat down uninvited on the chair in front of my desk, and grinned at me broadly. Then she said, "From now on, you'll do what I tell you. Otherwise, your nice porn will end up online. Have you understood, Teresa?"
I just looked at her for a moment and thought, 'Nice bluff, you snake, but I won't fall for it here. You need to come up with something better.' It wasn't unusual for people under 40 to have their own pornos on the computer. Whether to test out the new camera or to watch yourself once in a while. That could only be a guess from her, but she had already made the calculation without me. I wouldn't let myself be driven into a corner by her so easily. I started smiling, looked her in the eyes, and merely said dismissively, "Nice try, but you'll have to come up with something better to lead me astray. Go do your work and leave me alone!"
Felicitas wasn't deterred, threw the envelope on my desk, and repeated her demand once more. With trembling fingers I reached for the envelope, opened it, and spilled its contents onto my desk. My heart almost stopped when I recognized my husband's back and my face with twisted eyes underneath him. She had printed out even more pictures. There I was completely undressed, my husband with an erection and me lying spread-legged on the bed to receive him. Now it was Felicitas' turn to grin broadly. She held her phone out to me and played the film stolen from my hard drive.
Once again she demanded, "You'll do what I tell you from now on, Teresa."
Did I have a choice? No, with the pictures in my hand, I had no other choice, and the young apprentice had me completely in her grip. "Yes," I croaked with a trembling voice and teary eyes.
"My husband won't hear a word about it," she continued. "And nobody else either! Is that clear?"
Helplessly and totally desperate, I only nodded silently. What did this bitch want to do with me?
"My training will be over in a month," she said with a dirty grin on her face. "Then I'll delete the film and no one will ever find out about it. Provided you're a good girl and do everything I tell you!"
"I don't quite understand…," I croaked.
"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough," she grinned at me. "You just do exactly what I order you via SMS."
After that, the apprentice stood up, grinned at me extremely broadly one more time, and left my office without another word. 'Report this bitch,' screamed my mind. For theft and extortion! I took a deep breath and reached for the phone to call the police. But before I even dialed the first number, I put the receiver back down. No, the risk that this obscene film would end up online anyway was simply too great. And the consequences would be even greater. I had to obey this bitch, whether I wanted to or not. At least until I found a way out of this situation.
In the afternoon, I was completely useless for anything. My entire thinking revolved only around the extortion and what Felicitas probably wanted from me. Also important was when she would actually start. Until evening, the slim woman with short black hair wasn't seen again, and my phone stayed silent. Also, my husband had to ask me several times before I finally gave an answer. He quickly noticed that something was troubling me. When he asked what was taking my concentration away, I pretended to have a small problem at work. He couldn't help me anyway and didn't concern himself with it anymore.
The first SMS from Felicitas came the next morning as my husband was just getting into his car and I was brooding over my coffee in the kitchen. I took a deep breath and opened her message with trembling fingers. She demanded that I appear at work in a special outfit. I had to wear a white blouse with short sleeves, a knee-length skirt, and high heels. Naturally, she also didn't miss the chance to remind me once more of our deal. With my fist, I hit the table so hard that I almost spilled my coffee and shouted, "You bitch. You rotten little bitch!"
An hour later, I arrived at my workplace in the outfit she had demanded. Otherwise, I usually wore business pants and long-sleeved blouses. On this morning, the white blouse had short sleeves, and I wore a cobalt blue skirt and dark blue pumps. Exactly what I usually tried to avoid happened then. Every coworker I met on my way to my office looked at me in a humiliating way. To put it mildly, one could call it 'lewd.' Men were just eye animals, and the more skin showed, the dirtier their fantasy became, which you could recognize best in their eyes.
A little later, Felicitas also strolled into my office without knocking first and examined me with a look that to my surprise hardly differed from that of the male colleagues. This look of hers triggered something in me that I definitely didn't expect and certainly didn't want in this situation. My lower abdomen showed an all-too-familiar tingling in a way I hadn't felt for ages. Embarrassed, I sat on my chair and silently prayed, 'Dear God, please don't do this to me. Please, please not.'
"Good girl," I heard Felicitas say with a satisfied voice before she simply turned around and left my office.
I took a deep breath. Once. Twice. And once more. But the tingling didn't stop. On the contrary. It got stronger and stronger while I waited anxiously for the next SMS. It arrived an hour later and promised nothing good. I had to take off my panties and bra, put both into an envelope, and bring them to her. Like a fish on dry land, I gasped for air for a few seconds before I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
After she answered, I croaked with a weakened voice, "I can't do that!"
"You can and I also think you want to!" she said in a tone that allowed no objection.
"Please," I begged, "Don't do this to me!"
Completely unmoved, she replied, "You have ten minutes," before hanging up.
"Shit," I whispered, still holding the receiver. "Shit, shit, shit!"
A few minutes later, I wiped my tears from my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I went to the toilet with an envelope, where I nervously took off my panties and bra. A brief hesitation before I put both into the envelope and carefully sealed it. Then I went back to her desk as if on tiptoe.
"Here you go," I whispered as I handed her the envelope and received a satisfied and at the same time aroused smile in return.
"Thank you," she said with a grin.
"I hate you," I thought while returning to my office, feeling more naked than ever before. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!!"
Chapter 2
The missing panties were less of a problem, apart from the unusual coolness in my crotch. After all, no one could see that. But above, things looked quite different. Anyone who looked closely could see, thanks to the thin white blouse, that I wasn't wearing a bra anymore. Especially since my nipples had already hardened and pressed against the fabric. The more I moved, the more they rubbed against the fabric, which in turn caused them to harden even more. I was glad when I finally reached my office and could close the door. Without any warning, I burst into tears as soon as I was alone.
It was already early afternoon and unbearably hot in my office when the next SMS from Felicitas arrived. I had to call my husband and tell him that I had a meeting at the office. End of story. A shiver of fear ran through my body. But only briefly, before it was replaced by another, much more pleasant shiver. My reason screamed at me, "How can you feel desire in such a situation? You should be ashamed!"
I did so and typed a message to my husband with sad eyes and nervous fingers. I lied to him that I had an important meeting at the office that could go until late evening. The next two hours passed as quickly as two ice cubes thrown into the scorching sand of a South Sea beach. Shortly after, even the last employee packed up his bag and left for the evening. Not even a minute passed before my phone rang. I had to bring Felicitas a fresh coffee to my office.
Once again, I took a deep breath before rising from my chair and leaving my office. With trembling legs, I made my way to the coffee machine in the small kitchen of our office. As she had requested, I brewed fresh coffee and took a cup back with me. Felicitas, to the delight of our male colleagues, was wearing only a white, extremely short summer dress today and was leaning back comfortably in my office chair when I returned with the coffee. The journey from the kitchen wasn't easy at all if you had to walk on high heels while trembling like aspen leaves.
When I placed the cup on her desk with shaky fingers, she grinned broadly at me, and I only heard a brief "Thank you" from her.
With a red face, I croaked out "You're welcome."
She took a sip of it, nodded satisfied, and joked, "I've never had such good coffee before."
Without the slightest trace of nervousness, she made me turn around in front of her and examined me very thoroughly. A short moment later came her next instruction. Smiling, she said, "Take off your blouse."
I swallowed and shook my head in shock. "I can't," I whispered full of panic.
She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. "Yes, you can," she said in a dangerous soft voice. "Come on!"
I hesitated for a few seconds before I softly sobbed and opened the first button of my blouse. With each button that protected my breasts from others' eyes, my fingers trembled more. A stream of sweat ran down my forehead as I finally managed to undo the last button and peeled myself out of the thin fabric. Carelessly, I let it fall to the floor and received a satisfied "It works" from Felicitas. But only one second later came, "And now the skirt!"
"Damned bitch," I thought in a mix of boundless anger, profound shame, and rising desire. My trembling fingers cautiously pushed into the waistband of my skirt and slowly slid it over my hips until it fell from my legs alone. Immediately, I crossed my arms to prevent her from seeing my nakedness. She just shook her head slightly and ordered, "Take your hands down! I want to see your little sweet tits!"
I sobbed softly and let my arms helplessly fall. Never in my life had I felt so naked and humiliated. Unfortunately, this didn't stop my desire, as I had to painfully realize. On the contrary! The pounding and buzzing in my lower abdomen became stronger and stronger by the minute.
"You're really pretty," she whispered with an excited voice while she openly and enjoyably slowly examined my naked body. "Very, very pretty."
I felt the blood rush to my face. "Thank you," I whispered with a trembling voice and barely able to form a clear thought.
"But I can't tolerate that," she said smiling before she raised her right hand and pointed at the dark blonde triangle in my crotch. "That's pure jungle!"
My stomach cramped in shock. She didn't mean… Then she took the small white bag that was on my desk and which I hadn't noticed until now. "We'll change that immediately," she said and opened the bag. I had feared a razor, but instead, she pulled out a wooden spatula, a glass jar with honey-yellow content, and finally a handful of white fabric strips from the bag. My stomach cramped again when I realized what these things were for: waxing.
"No," I croaked full of panic. "I beg you…"
"Lie on your back on the meeting table," she said completely unimpressed. "Come on, do it!"
"Please not," I sobbed, which only earned me a slap from her.
Clearly louder, she said, "On the table with you! Go on!"
Beaten and with a handprint of the apprentice on my face, I cautiously sat down on the cool glass surface of my desk. As soon as my back touched the glass, she ordered in a commanding tone, "Spread your legs wide apart!" I would have loved to sink into the ground out of shame.
I hesitated for a short moment before obeying her command and spreading my legs. But only slightly, in the hope that she would be satisfied with that. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
"Further apart! Until I say stop!" she ordered, and I obeyed. I spread my legs further apart. Ever more and more until my thighs finally stuck out on both sides of the table. Then she said finally, "That's enough."
"You have to bite your teeth for a few minutes. It will hurt a bit. But don't worry, the pain will subside immediately," she instructed me.
Full of fear, I watched as she dipped the wooden spatula into the jar and pulled out a good portion of the honey-yellow, viscous liquid. I held my breath and flinched slightly when she spread it on my pubic hair. This process was repeated about a dozen times until even the smallest hair in my crotch was covered with the liquid wax. Then she took the fabric strips and pressed one after another onto the wax-covered hairs.
"So," she finally said satisfied. "Now we just have to wait a few minutes."
To pass the time, she lit a cigarette and calmly examined my naked body. Especially my breasts and the nipples that had been hard for a long time and protruded like small lighthouses from their niches, captivated her gaze.
"What sweet little tits," she whispered with an excited voice before placing her hands on my breasts and gently kneading them. "And so nicely tight."
I swallowed and closed my eyes. To my shame, I had to admit that I enjoyed these touches in full measure. As if by accident, she asked, "Have you had many men?" while continuing to massage my breasts with her warm hands. I just shook my head. I wasn't able to answer.
"How many exactly?" she wanted to know.
"Three," I croaked almost voicelessly.
She laughed amusedly. "Oh my goodness, that's hardly worth mentioning! And what about women?"
Again, I shook my head.
"No worry, sweetie," she whispered. "That will change soon."
Lost in thought, she started twisting my nipples. First gently and very pleasant, then increasingly firmer and less pleasant. Her grip became more intense until I let out a slight groan from the pain. I breathed relief when she finally said, "Enough waited," and her hands disappeared from my nipples.
But the calm lasted only a few seconds. Then she took the first fabric strip in her hand and pulled it out of my crotch with a strong tug. Including wax and the hair glued in it. And that hurt horribly. To put it mildly. I flinched and let out a soft cry. But that didn't stop Felicitas from pulling off the next strip immediately.
"Don't do it so fast," I panted breathlessly.
"The faster, the better," she replied and already had the next strip in her hand. I bit my lip and felt tears well up in my eyes. My God, it hurt! From the realization that I was currently naked before this bitch of an apprentice and being deprived of my pubic hair, not to mention. Pure humiliation! No, I had never been humiliated like this in my entire life! What I most ashamed of, however, was the fact that with each further strip she pulled out of my crotch, I became more aroused. In such a situation, with such pain! Damn, could that really be true?
"Look at that," said Felicitas with surprised voice. "It seems someone is into pain." The deceptive wetness between my legs was obviously not hidden from her. I opened my eyes in shock and almost had a heart attack when I saw my pubic area. Smooth like a child's bottom, although slightly reddened after the whole painful procedure. No hair anywhere, not even the smallest one. As a result, every detail of this body region was now visible. Also the deceptive shine between my throbbing labia.
"I have to admit that I completely misjudged you," Felicitas joked while examining my glowing and aroused vagina. "You can be deceived!"
The blood rushed to my face, and I cursed the day that this bitch of an apprentice had started in our department. And this foolish negligence that I hadn't locked my desk. Because of it, she first got the pressure to put me into this situation. So exciting she was, I just wanted to get out of here and be alone again. Back to my old life with my husband by my side, the nice flower sex, and the beautiful holidays we could afford.
"I think we'll have a lot of fun," said Felicitas with a dirty grin on her face. "And now I want you to do it yourself!"
My heart skipped a beat, and for a brief moment, I felt dizzy. Had I just heard that correctly? I had to do it myself? Before another woman? No, I couldn't. These intimate moments were shared with no one. Not even my husband knew anything about it, and he had never observed me doing it either. It simply wasn't done.
"Don't do this to me," I begged in a soft, hoarse voice. "Please not..."
She shook her head and looked at me with an expression showing absolute determination. No mercy was to be expected here.
"Start!" she barked.
I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. In doing so, I tried to imagine that I was just relaxing in my bathtub and that no one was around to observe me. Then I let my hands wander into my crotch and hesitated one last time before starting to caress myself with a red face. It cost me the greatest effort! And a real wave of pleasure followed when I indulged my clitoris with two fingers. Faster, firmer, until I literally flowed away and reached the peak of ecstasy with a loud, piercing scream. What I had never done before. Not even once in my life had I screamed when I came.
"So," said my apprentice some time later. "That's enough for now. You can get dressed again!"
I was speechless as I climbed off the table with trembling legs and then picked up my things. Any normal woman would not have felt a spark of desire if she had been forced against her will. Especially not in front of the same sex! And I had the most amazing orgasm of my life in such a situation. Damn, that couldn't be true! Felicitas watched me while dressing and then went to the large filing cabinet. To my boundless horror, she pulled out a slim, small camera between the files.
"You secretly filmed me!" I whispered in shock.
"Exactly," she grinned. "So you don't get any silly ideas and are really, really good girl!"
"You rotten little piece of dirt," it slipped out of me loudly.
Felicitas suddenly stopped smiling and narrowed her eyes. "I think it's time I teach you a lesson!" she said in a dangerous soft voice. "So you know how to speak to me!"
With growing discomfort, I watched as she went to my desk and opened the top drawer. She pulled out the transparent plastic ruler, closed the drawer, and hit herself with it in the open hand.
"It just slipped out," I heard myself beg fearfully. "Please excuse me!"
She only shook her head, came to me, and stood behind me. With a clear voice, she ordered, "Lift your skirt up!"
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and obeyed her command. And not only with shame, as I had to admit. But also with increasing desire. Felicitas ordered me to count the blows out loud. Then the ruler hit me full force on my buttocks. My voice almost failed me, and I had to try three times to get out the number she demanded. At least I wasn't too quiet for her. Her blows felt increasingly stronger.
When I finally reached the number five, she said to my relief, "That's enough."
I took a deep breath and hurried to pull down my skirt so this bitch wouldn't see that I was already wet again. Or rather, soaked. Completely soaked… Between my legs, a whole puddle had formed, and there wasn't a lack of supply.
"Did I allow you to pull your skirt down?" she asked with a strict voice.
"No," I stammered. "I thought I was done..."
"You thought wrong! Lift your skirt again and turn around!"
"This bitch is driving me crazy," I thought while I pulled the skirt up again and slowly turned around. At this point for the repeated time that day, all I wished for was to sink into the ground.
"You horny slut," she said visibly amused as she looked at my wet intimate area a short while later. "You still haven't had enough! But okay, it's fine with me. Then we'll do another round. Come on, take off your clothes and back on the table!"
"Lady God," I thought as I lay naked again on the cold glass surface some time later. "Let me die right here!"
Felicitas then surprisingly took off her dress over her head and threw it carelessly into a corner. Then came her bra, and finally also her panties. Without even the slightest enjoyment. Which she didn't actually need, as I had to admit enviously. She was slim, had a small and damn firm buttocks and tight, nicely shaped breasts. Plus flawless legs and an intimate area that was just as smooth as mine. To top it off, there was a rose tattoo on her right lower abdomen and two nipples each pierced with a small silver ring. She came to the table and gently forced my legs apart.