Renate

This story is a translation of the original I wrote in Dutch some 
years ago. Part of it is fiction, part of it really happened. 
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Renate



She was beautiful. Not a Barbie doll as most movie stars looked 
like, no, just beautiful. And she had an air with which she could 
get a leopard on his knees. 
She was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of cola. What struck 
him most was perhaps her, despite beautiful and haughty look, sad 
expression. He decided to talk to her, perhaps a good conversation 
could cheer her up. 

“I don’t know what you have in mind but I’m in a rotten mood”, she 
said, “I’ve just thrown my friend out of my house. A big mouth, 
full of promises, but keeping them.......no way”
Her name was Renate. “From now on I’ll live my life the way I want 
to. No one, really no one at all, will damage my feelings anymore, 
no, the other way around, yes. I’ll demolish any man who doesn’t 
satisfy my feelings.” The way she spoke gave him cold shivers. But 
still, that look...... He decided to take his chances, why not. He 
introduced himself as Edward, 27 years old, unemployed since a 
while, his efforts as a salesman couldn’t rescue the company from a 
bankrupt. Because he and his girlfriend were now both home every 
day he had decided to leave the house, it was obvious that they 
didn’t match, as little by little they found out. And better 
separating as good friends than a divorce later. 
He asked her what her story was. She told him that George, her 
former friend, had promised her to fulfil every wish she would 
have, without any exceptions. She had asked him if he would have 
her name tattooed on his body. Several times he had an excuse: shop 
closed, no time, had to leave for his job, do you make an 
appointment, you know. And now he has told her that he didn’t like 
the looks of a tattoo. She answered that she was the one to look at 
it but that didn’t convince him. He even told her to be afraid of 
the pain it would eventually give him. She let it rest for a while 
and then she had, in what looked like a romantic dominant mood, 
tied his hands at his back, undressed him, tore his shirt from his 
body and brought him to the point he was about to come, in a way 
she never would have expected herself. Then she put a noose around 
the base if his genitals, put the other end over a hook at the 
ceiling and pulled him up until he almost couldn’t stand on his toe 
tips. She gave him 2 choices: 1. She would give him so much pain 
that he would be begging if she would have him tattooed or 2: leave 
and never come back. She was 28 and with her appearance and her 
body she would be able to have one who would keep his promises to 
her. He had chosen the last and she had thrown him out of the 
house, still tied, naked and with a huge erection. When she was 
about to throw his clothes in the street there came a photo out of 
his pocket, a photo of some kind of Barbiedoll, like Pamela 
Anderson. And that had hurt her most, the feeling of being used for 
years. 
“What an asshole” Edward had said, “you don’t do that to a 
beautiful woman like you, I would set my feelings aside just to be 
able to be in the neighbourhood of a woman like you are.”
And with that remark he would give himself fully to her, as 
appeared later. 

She was high born, had a couple of girlfriends, very close 
friendships which lasted many years. A notary, a bailiff, a 
gynaecologist, a judge and a lawyer, all good social positions. She 
herself owned eight lingerie shops, where she sold quality stuff, 
not that never fitting rubbish. Slowly, very slowly she got hold on 
him. Three weeks after they met the spoke again about her former 
relationship. She arranged it so that her girlfriends were there as 
well. Presumptuous because of all the beauties around him he 
repeated that he would eliminate his own feelings for Renate, if 
that were her wish. She could do everything she wished to him. “How 
about a tattoo  between your nipples” Karen, the 
lawyer, asked. “In ornamental letters?” Edward joked, “ok, come on, 
let’s do it right now.”  He remembered the conversation in the bar. 
They decided to go with three persons, he, Renate and Karen. In 
Rotterdam there were a couple of well-known tattoo artists. The 
first one was closed, the second, called John, was very busy but 
Karen persuaded him, he was one of her customers. They chose a font 
and as an answer on the question what to tattoo Edward joked “girl-
slave of Renate”. Karen blinked at John and an hour later this text 
was tattooed. “Shit”, Edward said, “this idiot does see that it had 
to be  instead of  but he could laugh about his 
own mistake. That night he proudly showed it to the other three 
women. He kneeled in front of Renate, folded his hand together, 
looked humble to her and asked: “Would you consider marrying your 
slave?” All six laughed and Wilma, the bailiff, said “be sure what 
you say, the first step of surrendering yourself is written between 
your nipples.” Edward pulled up his shoulders and said laughing “So 
what, love wins always. I’ll do anything for Renate” In the 
meantime he thought to himself that he normally would never be in 
the company of six beautiful women. And that was worth that silly 
tattoo, perhaps even something more. Who knows.

“Darling, you know because of my work I cannot do much domestic 
work. And it is not promotive of my looks. Why don’t you move in 
with me and you do those things, perhaps I can look after you at 
night.” Edward enjoyed that offer and so he kept himself busy 
during the day doing the laundry, ironing, dishes etc. But they 
never had sex, even not when they were together more than half a 
year. Fondling, licking, being tied gently with satin ropes but an 
orgasm was still the result of old-fashioned jerking off. Renate 
stayed relentless. “If you do love me you’ll wait until our wedding 
night. Because of my relationship to George I promised myself not 
to have sex with you before our marriage and in that night you can 
do whatever you like, if only I’ll be satisfied enormously” she had 
said. He didn’t notice her mysterious smile 
Two weeks before the big day they sat together, all seven of them. 
Karen asked Renate “did you look after the legal matters concerning 
your business?” “I’ve got it here all in writing. Edward and I 
discussed it before. It only has to be signed.” Renate 
replied. “let’s do it right here and now” Edward said smiling. 
Susanne, as a notary, can take that with her, saves us a ride into 
town.”
Susanne protested “I’m not a doctor, I don’t do housecalls. But ok, 
Renate, if you want to I’ll do it now. “ As a good notary she 
wanted to read out the contract but Edward said “We are here as 
good friends, give it to me, we sign it and then I’ll open a bottle 
of wine.“ Susanne threw the contract to him and told him to sign 
the last page. He did, blindly, glad to have removed an obstacle 
between him and his future wife. Wilma and Karen signed as 
whiteness. What he had signed he was to find out later. 

The day of the wedding was there and both were standing in front of 
the registration officer. Judith, the judge, and Wilma were 
whitnesses, the other four women were the only audience. After the 
ceremony they all went to Renate’s and Edward’s house, a large 
countryhouse in the middle of the woods. After a convivial evening 
Edward found out that the other five women stayed for the night. 
Although he thought it rather strange his only thoughts were at 
that one moment he was looking for for weeks. Renate winked to the 
other women and Edward apologised with the words that6 they had 
some other things in mind. The others could find their own bedroom. 
It was to become a night he would never forget. Renate took a pair 
of scissors and cut Edward’s clothes into pieces, telling him he 
wouldn’t need it anymore. He wanted to the same with Renate’s dress 
but she wouldn’t let him, the dress had too much emotional value to 
her. Edward undressed his newly wedded wife and a few moments later 
they lay on the bed, kissing, licking and Renate told him now it 
was his turn. He stuck his enormous dick into her pussy and 
directly had an orgasm like he had never experienced. Overwhelmed, 
confused and dizzy he didn’t notice she lay some stuff on a small 
table next to the bed. 
After he regained his senses he found Renate sitting on his 
stomach. “I know a lot of men like a quickie but now, at this 
moment..........I would have thought you would have promised 
yourself some more of your weddingnight and your sexlife. How would 
you like it when you let me tie your hands to the corners of the 
bed and let me finish the job?” Edward was a bit embarrassed and 
was glad his wife didn’t seem to be angry so he said yes. Five 
minutes later he couldn’t move a muscle because his wife had also 
tied his feet, tighter as usual, and now not with satin ropes but 
with handcuffs and a normal rope. She also gagged him so he 
couldn’t make a sound. Not that that would have been of any use, 
the nearest building, an architects office, was 500 meters from the 
house, no one would hear something. Renate went into the bathroom 
and refreshed herself. Half an hour later she returned to the 
bedroom in a silk romantic night-gown with lots of lace. 
Immediately Edward got an erection. Sarcastically she 
whispered “Beautiful, isn’t it. Especially for all your horny 
thoughts this night. But my lust is gone, I’m tired, it has been a 
busy day. Jerk off yourself thinking of this heavenly body. If you 
might succeed I’ll let you tie and rape me.” The last thing she 
said with an evil smile. On that particular moment Renate’s true 
nature exposed itself but by then it was too late. The other five 
girlfriends were called and all six of them brought him tied on the 
bed into the kitchen. Karen and Susanne sat down next to him. “You 
were tricked into this relationship. Renate has sworn, after she 
threw George out of the house, that every man in her neighbourhood, 
has to serve her completely and a husband has to become her 
permanent slave. She decides what and how something happens. I’ll 
read you a small piece from the contract you signed. You didn’t 
want me to read the contents then, do you remember? “ It was Karen 
who spoke these ominous words. Edward was mad about his reaction a 
few weeks ago but was clever enough to know that every resistance 
was useless. It would only please the women. And he didn’t want to 
give them that fun. 
Now Susanne spoke: “ By means of this contract the subscriber gives 
his earthly belongings, his body and his personality to Renate 
S.........., who can do unconditionally whatever she thinks fit, 
finds necessary or just pleases her. Subscriber will never be able 
to break this contract in another way than his natural death. You 
yourself signed, with two witnesses and a notary. And to be sure: 
the whole evening, including the moment you remarked that reading 
the contrast wasn’t necessary has been videotaped.“ Pffffft, that 
was less than he thought, he was sure everything would be 
worse. “It could have the most night beautiful night of your 
marriage, but the first night you renounced. How would you have 
done the rest of our marriage? Just you having an orgasm? Enjoy it. 
See it as your last orgasm. I’m turning in now, it has been a busy 
day. And there is a lot to do tomorrow.” All six women left, 
leaving him with his thoughts. What had happened to him? His mind 
went back to their first meeting. Her almost hypnotising looks that 
attracted him. Now he couldn’t even move one muscle, not even 
speak, just mumble a bit and he cursed himself for not running from 
her that first day. She had warned him herself. “I’ll demolish 
every man who doesn’t satisfy my feelings.” And that’s what she did 
the last 10 months. In her own way. And he had fallen for that 
trap, with his eyes wide open. What did she have in mind? He was 
getting cramp in his arms. Why did they not turn out the light? In 
this way he wouldn’t get any rest at all, considering the 
situation. It was 22.30, three quarter of an hour he had tremendous 
orgasm, and now........ 22.30, it would be a long night. 

The next morning, 9.30. He was just sleeping when he was waked up 
roughly. One of the women was sitting on his face. Without noticing 
they had taken off his gag and put a large ring in his mouth, just 
to keep it open. A stream of warm liquid, which didn’t seem to end, 
was pressed in his mouth. It appeared to be Wilma. Sonja was 
standing next to her. “Now it’s my turn.” After she had emptied her 
bladder she put a plug in the ring to shut his mouth. “We wanted to 
surprise Renate, making her breakfast in bed. As  newly wedded wife 
she has earned. Sonja sounded compassionate and sarcastic at the 
same time. Later Karen, Judith and Susanne came down. Wilma 
explained why a ring had replaced the gag and all three thought it 
a good idea. They hadn’t been to the toilet yet so the plug was 
removed and he had to suffer three times more. “You will taste the 
labia of your wife later this week, we promise.” Sonja said. 
Judith said “He’s in our way, let’s put him and the bed in the 
basement.” As a judge she was used to lock up delinquents. But to 
carry the bed...... they decided to put wheels under it. A noose 
was put around the base of his genitals and the other end was put 
over a hook at the ceiling. By pulling up Edward the bed came off 
the ground, the wheels were attached. Edward tried to scream out 
loud but the plug in the ring prevented that. And it wouldn’t have 
any result at all, they simply didn’t take any notice of him. He 
wondered how they would attach the other two wheels but fortunately 
for him they lifted the bed by hand. Later the lifting appeared to 
be a test. 
The house had an elevator so there was no further extreme suffering 
for Edward. At one Renate appeared. She had enjoyed herself by 
watching the whole scene on the monitor, the house had several 
cameras. “If you behave and obey your hands and feet will be untied 
Tuesday and then you may lick my cunt,” she said. “By then I have 
another surprise for you. When you keep up you may walk freely next 
week. There will be put a sort of recycling system in your bladder. 
You won’t have to drink the girls out once more.” What she meant by 
that he found out later. They glued a narrow tube around his penis 
and put the other end in a hole in a special plug. Being tied for 
two more days wasn’t fun at all. He could pee but the fluid came 
right back in his mouth. He kept through, longing for her labia. 
Perhaps he was allowed to fuck her once more. He would hold his 
orgasm until she came at least twice. Wishful thinking, but that he 
noticed later. 

It was Thursday. Six gorgeous women were standing around his 
bed. “He smells awful.” Wilma said. “He can wash himself next 
week.” Renate answered. Edward was brought upstairs and his feet 
were untied. He was to cramped to move. The penis-tube and the ring 
in his mouth were removed. It gave him a free feeling. Now his 
arms, but he couldn’t feel them either. Therefore he couldn’t offer 
resistance to what followed. Again a noose was put around the base 
of his genitals, the other end was thrown over a rafter. “You may 
lick me, but not before you removed the soaked tampon from my 
heavenly cave. I got my period yesterday, you see. And to make the 
swallowing a bit more difficult there is a rope around your dick. 
We are going to pull you up. You may scream whatever you like bit 
will happen anyway. Be a nice guy and make me come” Renate told 
him. Five pair of women’s hands lifted him from the bed and the 
sixth, his own wife, pulled up the rope and fastened it to a hook 
at the wall. Five pair of women’s hands were pulled away and the 
word screaming can’t express the way he yelled. His expression was 
between pain and fear. Renate came towards him and pulled her pants 
down, showing him a red piece of sanitary napkin.  “Look, I’ve not 
cleaned myself the last 12 hours. And there is something between my 
thighs.” She forced his face between her legs and took his breath 
almost away. By that she forced him to eat her tampon and swallow 
it. After she was sure that he had swallowed everything she began 
to rub his face between her legs, quicker and quicker until she 
came with a big scream. She put the bloody napkin in his mouth and 
secured it with tape so that he couldn’t spit it out. Slowly they 
lowered him again on the bed and tied him again. His genitals were 
still pulled out. She came next to his face and asked him, with the 
sweetest voice she could make if he had enjoyed himself. “Would you 
like me to do that in future more often?”  He furiously shook his 
head and tried to scream “NO”. He couldn’t stand more pain and 
humiliation, at least he thought so. Renate concluded: ”that’s too 
bad for you. Do you remember? I decide what happens to you. On the 
most important moment of my life you weren’t able to satisfy me. In 
future you don’t like satisfying me in the way I want. To make sure 
you keep your part of the contract and to have no problems in 
future we’ll do something about that. On your chest is written that 
you are my slave-girl. Girls, he doesn’t need his genitals anymore. 
Edward, all of it will be cut away, including the root within, 
including your prostate. We pee without such a trunk. You will 
learn to do so too. In your contract you did agree that you would 
be desexed when you wouldn’t satisfy me in the way I wanted to. It 
would have happened anyway. I’ll do whatever is necessary, seems in 
the best interest for you, or I just like. You remember, do you?” 
Sonja took her bag and it looked she had a complete surgery-room 
with her. “For the last time you can prove that you are some of a 
man. To make up for the disappointment Renate has we’ll do it 
without any anaesthetics. And you’ll experience, although it is 
only once, what it is to have your period.” Sonja said. Edward got 
a sick feeling when the cold steel cut into his flesh. Sonja knew 
how far she could go. The skin was cut loose around the base, the 
tension on the rope did the rest. Renate made the last cut with an 
uninterested face as if it was a huge umbilical cord. 
A wide tube was forced into the hole were the root once was. Later 
it was taken out so that he had sole kind of vagina, ready to be 
fucked. The skin was sewed quickly. Then his nipples were cut open 
and a small bag was brought in and filled with silicon gel, to make 
him artificial breasts. He didn’t feel any pain anymore. 
The women kept his genitals in the freezer and showed them to every 
friend, male as well as female, of Renate. Four months after the 
cutting he was forced to eat his own meat in front of all her 
friends.

A life as a eunuch slave. If you told him that a year ago he would 
have laughed, now it was for real. Subservient to his wife. When he 
wasn’t of any use he was standing with a stake shoved up in his 
ass, only she had the key to lower the mechanism. At night he stood 
next to the bed, watching some guy giving her the pleasure he 
always dreamt of. Having to see how other guys were used as well 
but were allowed to keep their dicks. Now he was holding a box of 
tissues. Sometimes he had to give himself as a woman, letting guys 
come in his improvised vagina, having to permit them to knead his 
breasts, having to suck other men at the same time, like he was a 
real woman. 
In his sleep he once talked about running off. This caused that he 
was tied again and a small transmitter was placed in his body. Now 
she could follow him everywhere. The punishment of running off 
would be that his arms and legs were to be amputated as well. He 
didn’t want to think about it. 

He decided to give up his resistance. Eliminated himself to be with 
a beautiful woman as Renate was. Only 28, she 29. One year had 
changed his life drastically.