The Cabinet of Mistress Caligari

by DJ King
Based on the 1920s classic horror film “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”

 
What I am about to tell may excite you
    or it may disgust you.
           You may not even believe it, that it actually happened to me.
You may just think it is a figment of my imagination, one of my sick, perverted fantasies or that I actually believe it happened to me and therefore I am insane.
      But it is all true, believe me.”
The things that took place that I am about to describe may sound impossible, not humanly possible, defying the laws of nature,
            but it all happened to me...I can prove it.

It happened on a dark and stormy night in the east Village. My girlfriend, Jane, and I had been out on the town, a rather expensive night out to dinner and show, when around 11:30 pm, just as we started to look for a cab, it started to rain and rain hard.  Neither Jane nor I had thought to bring an umbrella, and our fine evening attire was getting soaked. The problem was that Jane was wearing her sexy silk blouse, and the water was making it transparent, so that I could see her bra that held and concealed the most beautiful breasts in the world.

The already full Manhattan cabs drove by, until we ducked into an East Village tavern, with steps leading down to an English basement establishment, with the sign over the door “The Grand Guignol”.  

Do you know what the Grand Giugnol was?  Let me tell you…

The Grand-Guignol was the name of a theatre in Paris in late 1800s and early 1900s that put on live horrorshows that depicted sado-masochism, rape, tortures, and other scenes of the macabre. French high society would go to these shows to be shocked, disgusted, and sexually excited all at the same time.   It lasted through World War I, but began to fall out of fashion before World War II, when reality replaced the fantasy.

Jane and I stood inside the door and tried to dry off, and I took my coat off and put it around her shoulders.  In the front alcove, there was a thin, young goth chick, dressed in black boots, miniskirt, and bra, waiting to be asked something.

“What’s on tonight?”
“At midnight, we have a special performance from the Dominatrix Magician, Mistress Caligari and her gimp slave, Cesare.”

I recognized the reference to the silent movie, the 1920 German Expressionist classic, one of the first horror films, “The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari”.

I bought two tickets and the goth usher escorted us into the subterranean threatre. Other well-dressed patrons, mostly couples, filled up the semi-circular amphitheatre of seats around a slightly raised stage.

At precisely 12 midnight, Mistress Caligari walked out on to the stage, illuminated by a single pin spotlight, dressed in a skintight black latex catsuit, long rubber gloves, stiletto boots, a full black cape, and an open face rubber hood with her long red ponytail streaming out the back.  Her boobs popped out like two bubbles underneath the tight black latex and her waist was cinched tight.

Two female assistants, dressed in black latex bikinis, wheeled out a full size mahogany armoire out into the exact middle of the stage.  One of the assistants took the cape off her shoulders and removed the long glove from her right hand.

She opened the four cabinet doors of the armoire, revealing a standing gimp slave, it must be Cesare, who was about six feet tall, in black rubber suit from head to toe except for his open face hood that revealed his face, eyes closed.  She snapped her fingers of her right hand, and he opened his eyes, which looked straight out as if in a trance.  She unzipped the crotch zipper and took out his long flaccid dick. She began stroking the shaft up and down, stroking it, stroking it, and it began to grow

 and get bigger

 and longer,

 bigger,

 and longer

 and bigger.

Both of her hands grasped it, like a baseball bat, her fingers could barely encircle the shaft, and she began pumping it up and down the entire length.

All the while, the gimp, Cesare, stared out into space, expressionless, like a zombie or a sleepwalker.   

It was amazing…it grew to about 24 inches, sticking out long and hard until it reached his mouth.   

I  couldn’t believe it…it was the biggest penis I had ever seen, 2 or 3 times longer than any cock I had ever seen in a porno movie..

I don’t mind telling you…but watching this, I started to get hard.

I glanced over at Jane and she was mesmerized, staring at it, her mouth reflexively opened in amazement.

Mistress Caligari took the two foot dick and tied it in a knot, like a thick rubber tube, and stuffed it back into his crotch zipper.   

 I told you that you wouldn’t believe it!!

The gimp slave laid his chest down on a straddle horse, so that his exposed ass stuck out in front of Mistress Caligari.  She put the latex glove back on her hand.

But then, she tapered her hand and slowly worked two, three, four fingers into his ass.  Cesare continued to stare out past the audience, with the same zombie like expression on his face.  Finally, Mistress Caligari slipped the final thumb inside and shoved her entire hand  inside, deeper….past the knuckles….deeper….up to the wrist.  She stood aside so that the audience could see her entire hand inside his ass.  You could hear gasps from the audience, but no sound from Cesare.  But then, she slowly slid her arm in,

   deeper….up to the elbow,

      and began punch fisting his anus.

            She forced her arm inside,

                                                      deeper…

                                                             and deeper

                                                                         and deeper

                                                                                 all the way up to her shoulder!

The straddle horse was wheeled around, so that the audience could see that her entire arm was inside his asshole.  Mistress Caligari smiled at the audience and we applauded.  Slowly she began to pull her arm out, but Cesare remained silent and expressionless.

I knew it was a magician's trick, but how did she do it?

I glanced around the room, the enraptured audience, and some were masturbating…the guys had opened their pants, pulled out their dicks and were stroking themselves, or the woman or the man sitting next to them was doing it.  Some of the women, lifted up their skirts, and were fingering their pussies, having left their panties at home.

Mistress Caligari’s boytoy assistant wheeled out a second cabinet into the middle of the stage.  Like the other one, it had four doors with knobs in the front.

Mistress Caligari addressed the audience, “Now, I am going to need a couple, a couple of nasty sluts for my next trick.”

Before I knew it, Jane took my hand, raised her other hand and stood up and waved to volunteer.

“We will do it!!!!!”

I was surprised, I normally would not do something like this, but with all eyes on me, I couldn’t refuse, especially with Jane so obviously enthusiastic.

 “Good, you are fine specimens. You will do nicely.”

“Both of you, take all your clothes off, I want you completely naked for your Mistress.”

 Jane enthusiastically stepped up on the stage and immediately began undressing, and I slowly began undressing too.  I felt completely under the Mistress’s control, compelled to do whatever she said to do, even getting naked in front a club full of strangers and not knowing what would happen to me.  I looked over and could see that Jane was bursting with excitement, completely nude and proudly displaying the most beautiful breasts in the world.

 “Now, I want each of you to get into one of the cabinets.”

 I stepped in one of the cabinets and Jane walked into the other, both of turning to face the audience.  My dick was getting hard.  I was about to be a participant in the famous Zig-Zag magic trick.

Three of the four doors of each cabinet were closed, the top one left open to reveal our smiling faces.  Mistress Caligari slid a blade into the top box of the cabinet and severed Jane’s head, which kept smiling.  Then she inserted the second blade in the Box, separating the most beautiful breasts in the world.  The blade seemed to meet some resistance, but the Mistress pushed it through and Jane kept smiling. 

The Mistress Magician then walked over the cabinet I was in, opened the second door and grabbed hold of my penis, giving it a few jerks.    Then, she took the large flat square blade and shoved it through the mid-section of the box.  She took a second blade and inserted in the slot below my exposed penis. Swear to god, I could feel it going through me.

Then, Mistress Caligari proceeded to re-arrange the boxes.

She switched the box with Jane’s breasts with the box with my chest, and    

she carried the box with my penis and switched it with the box with Jane’s waist and pussy.

 WALLAH!

The Mistress opened the box doors for the audience, so they could see my head with Jane’s most beautiful breasts and her head with my dick.  The audience gave a big ovation.

 mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…the sound of female orgasm

 “How did you like my story, Mistress?” I ask you, my naked body strapped to your dungeon cross.  “Did it please you?”

 You have been sitting in front of me in a leather sofa chair, smoking a cigarette, your legs spread and your shaved naked pussy displayed for me, while you leisurely played with your clit, occasionally sticking your finger in, masturbating in front of me while I tell you the story, bringing your fingers up to your mouth to taste and lubricate with your saliva, working your fingers inside, sometimes stopping to concentrate on my words, spreading apart your pussy lips, smearing the sticky juices on your glistening skin, rubbing your free hand up and over your breasts and nipples, while jamming three fingers inside yourself, faster and forcefully, until you reach climax, shudder, let out a deep sigh, and a stream of juice trickles out of your hole….

 “Yes my Writerslave,” You answer back, blowing your cigarette smoke back in my face, “you entertained me.  Now, I will let you cum for me.”

You stand up and walk over to the cross I am bound to and take hold of my extended dick, your palm and fingers coated with the juices from your pussy, and you begin stroking my cock, back and forth, standing close to me, pressing up against me, staring into my eyes, while jerking it back and forth, your hot smoke breath on my face, squeezing my balls in your fist, making me wince, smiling back at me, grasping my shaft, sliding your fist up and down, back and forth, making a sllippery squishy sound as  you pump it, up and down, whispering in my ear your command, to cum, to cum for you, to shoot my creamy white load for you, dispensing my tribute and reward, and then shoving your gooey fingers in my mouth….

I am your Scheherazade.  For each session, You tie me to the cross and I must tell you a story.  You sit down on the sofa chair in front of me, smoking cigarette and caress yourself while I tell you a story.  If the story is good, you will let me cum.  It must be a new story every time.

 This time the story was true…

And it explains how I got the most beautiful breasts in the world.

 THE END