Rose and Gephard Pt. 07

Literotic asexstories – Rose and Gephard Pt. 07 by justgeena,justgeena
This is part seven of Rose’s recollection of her relationship with an older gentleman. It began when she was a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970’s and befriended a local gentleman named Gebhard.

It was not a romantic relationship, although they did have sex once. That experience was the result of a little too much wine, the hornieness of a lonely old man and the acquiescence of a people-pleasing young woman.

As the friendship developed, Gebhard introduced her to a variety BDSM and fetish lifestyle activities. Rose found she often achieved orgasms during the activities. She also gave him blowjobs when he desired them. She even learned to swallow. As much as it repulsed here the first time, Rose enjoyed pleasing him this way.

The fondness to each other was real too, despite obvious differences in age, culture and life experiences.

Part 7.

“Rose, you do not need to do your chores yet, come in and sit with me, I want to talk a bit.” Gebhard called out.

I walked into the living room, naked of course. It was one of Gebhard’s rules that I undress as soon as I enter his home. Normally I would immediately proceed to do my chores without any direction. This was my routine whether Gebhard was home or not. Apparently, he had something different in mind today. So, I proceeded to the living room.

Gebhard was seated on the couch, dressed in suit and tie. This was not unusual Saturday attire for him.

“Good morning Gebhard, is there something else I can do for you?”

He stood up, grabbed my hand, and kissed me on the cheek. His hands were rough from years of hard work. My hand felt tiny inside his grasp.

“Morning Rose, sit down with me.”

Still grasping my hand, he led me to the couch and sat me down beside him. While the wrinkles in his face betrayed his age, there was a gentleness to it just the same.

“We are going to have some guests today Rose.”

I knew not to question him about either the guests or the itinerary for the day. If he wanted me to know those things he would have told me. So, we sat in the living room while I updated him on my activities since I last saw him. He listened intently occasionally asking for details when I skipped over something that especially interested him. It would have looked like an everyday dialog between an older gentleman and a young lady. Except that Gebhard was dressed in jacket and tie and I was naked.

Gebhard continued: “But first, I want to show you something.”

Still grasping my hand, he stood me up and led me downstairs. We stopped at the basement landing at the bottom of the stairs. I had been this far once before, but never through the locked door that led to the rest of the basement.

“I know you have been curious about what is behind this door.” Gebhard asserted. “Today, I will share it with you.”

Gebhard opened the door and motioned for me to enter. It was dark inside. He reached for the switch, curiously on the outside of the door, and turned on the lights. I was speechless. At first it looked like some bizarre home gym. There were various benches in the center of the room, with cables and chains hanging from the ceiling.

In the corner to my right there were two cages. Each had a chain attached to the top that ran up to a pulley on the ceiling. As the puppy, Bella, I had once spent time in one of them. Back then the cage was on the floor at the bottom landing of the stairwell. I found it odd that he had a pair of them.

Further along that wall there was some sort of rack shaped like a giant ‘X’. It had cuffs attached to the four ends of the boards: Two at the top and two at the bottom. I had seen pictures of such a device before but could not recall the name of it.

On the wall to my left there were several implements hanging on pegs. Several of these I was familiar with. Gebhard had used a few on our weekend retreat not long ago. Some were impact instruments used for punishment while others were sensory toys like ticklers. A few, like the clamps, could be used for both.

Straight ahead on the opposite wall was a shelving unit with a variety of supplies. I recognized some of them: The dog toys, pee pads, leashes, and dog bowls that we used in puppy play.

There was also a television on a stand, much like what you would find in a classroom back in the 1970’s. On the shelf below the TV was a VCR and a portable VCR camera along with some tapes.

I turned to Gebhard: “I don’t know whether to run and hide or stay and play.” I spoke.

“Well since you are naked, running away might not be a good idea.”

“Who built all this?”

“I did Rose, over many years.”

“Before your wife passed?”

“Yes, she enjoyed all these things.”

“And since then? I mean have you brought other women in here since then?”

“A couple people, yes.”

I wondered if Carl had been down here. I knew he had visited Gebhard’s home as a dog- and one of those times while I was Gebhard’s pet Bella. I also saw Carl at the retreat with his female ‘Elder’, Ute. I did not really like Carl.

I walked around and looked everything over while I tried to find words:

“I don’t know what to say about all this Gebhard.”

“Well, let’s introduce you to some of the equipment.”

He walked me over to the peg board wall and snatched a ball gag.

For this first time since he greeted me in the living room, he released my hand. Instinctively I raised my arms to the ready position. I tilted my head downward a bit and looked up at him with my eyes only. His smile let me know he was pleased that I knew what he expected me to do.

He walked behind me and reached through my arms to place the ball in my mouth and fasten the ball gag straps behind my neck.

He then led me over to one of the racks in the center of the room. The rack resembled a hurdle from my track and field days, except it was much wider. He sat me down on the floor in front of it and strapped my arms to what would be the top board of the hurdle. He put straps around my ankles and pulled them up toward the ceiling with cables so that my feet were raised, level with my head. My butt was now the only contact I had with the floor and my pussy was in full display.

“This will be more exciting with a blindfold Rose.” Gebhard explained as he covered my eyes with a black cloth.

I heard Gebhard walk away and apparently shuffle some items before walking back toward me. He said nothing, but the first thing I felt was a feather like instrument gently tickling each foot. Though I was laughing uncontrollably, I didn’t really like to be tickled. It was real torment as he went from foot to foot. I was squirming so bad my ass was rubbing against the floor. I tried to lift my ass off the floor entirely, which only put pressure on my arms and legs. I peed a little bit before he finally stopped. Finally, I was able to relax my arms and legs and let my ass rest on the wet spot I made on the tile floor.

Again, I heard footsteps as Gebhard apparently walked across the room to put the feather item away. As I heard footsteps approach once again, I braced for my next torment. He started with some kind of instrument, rolling up and down the bottom of one foot. This felt much better as I love massages.

I had just started to relax in pleasure when he thwacked the bottom of my other foot with what must have been some sort of cane. I bit down on my ball gag in anticipation of pain, but the first strike was not that bad. He repeated the sequence several times- giving one foot pleasure and the other pain. It was a very odd sensation. I knew that immediately after experiencing pain on the one foot that I would receive pleasure on the other. The massaged foot felt good, but the longer my one foot was massaged, I knew the other would soon feel pain. It was an odd blend of sensations.

When he was finished, Gebhard removed my ball gag.

“Just a little sampling Rose, as you can see there are many toys in this room.”

“Yes, it would seem so, though at the moment I can see anything” I chuckled.

The doorbell rang interrupting our conversation.

“Our guests are here Rose. Is there anything you would like to say before I put your ball gag back on?”

“Um, well, yes…are you going to leave me down here like this.”

“Yes of course Rose. I will be going upstairs to greet them. I will lock the door behind me.”

Without waiting for me to respond he placed the ball gag back in my mouth. All I could see through the blindfold was a hint of light.

He walked away, closed the door and left me alone in his playroom. I could tell through the blindfold that he also turned off the light. I heard him lock the door and walk upstairs.

The doorbell rang one more time before Gebhard reached the front door. I tried to listen in on the conversation upstairs, but all I could make out where muffled voices. They sounded like male voices, but I had difficulty making out how many. It sounded like at least two different voices.

I assumed whoever came to the door had moved with Gebhard to another room as the voices were now much more difficult to make out. I could hear occasional laughter, but it was largely silent as I sat here in the dark for quite some time.

I had been in this predicament once before with Gebhard. I was locked in a cage at the bottom of the stairs that time. The doorbell rang on that occasion too, but Gebhard was not home at the time. So, whoever it was just went away. It’s a scary feeling, especially since Gebhard was not in the habit of locking his house. At least today, in this room, I had the comfort of a locked door.

Eventually my solitude was broken by the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. I was rattled with the expectation that a stranger was about to walk in the room and see me spread eagle, sitting with my feet and arms in the air. Nudity was something I had become comfortable with, but this position offered a view of my most intimate areas.

I gave up any hope of modesty when I heard the key turning and the door opening. The light was turned on as footsteps approached.

“It hasn’t changed much, just a few new toys, and one lovely new pet.”

It was Gebhard’s voice.

“Yes, Rose, isn’t it?” Another voice enquired.

Gebhard laughed: “Yes, this is Rose.”

The voice sounded familiar. It had to be someone I had met at the resort. He spoke English, but with a very heavy German accent. The only reason to speak English, would have been for my benefit. I just couldn’t place the voice. Whoever it was they were viewing an unflattering picture of me. Somehow, I was not afraid. Over several months of friendship, I had grown to trust Gebhard.

“Looks like you got started before us.” The male voice declared. “It looks like she peed a bit too.”

“Just introducing Rose to something new- and yes she peed.” Then changing the subject, Gebhard asked: She has pretty feet, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does, I bet my acquiescent youth would like to lick them, wouldn’t you?”

Apparently, there was a third person in the room, but I could not hear a response. I did however sense someone approach my feet.

Without warning I felt a tongue caress the bottoms of my feet. All I could think of was that I hoped my feet were clean. The stranger’s mouth closed over my big toe before moving on to other toes. For several minutes this person was engrossed in worshiping my feet. I thought it could be a female mouth, but I couldn’t be sure.

Unexpectedly the playful stranger stopped.

“I think she has her eyes on another part of Rose’s anatomy.” Gebhard declared.

“Go ahead, you can devour that too.” The strange man prodded.

Almost immediately I felt a tongue caress my pussy. I was pretty sure now that this was a girl. Her cheeks were velvety smooth on my inner thighs, and her tongue was gentle and practiced. I had been with both girls and boys, and I could tell the difference blindfolded.

“That’s enough now.” The strange man announced.

“Do you want to leave her here while we go upstairs for a beer” Gebhard asked the stranger?

“Yes, that would be good.” His friend replied.

Gebhard unfastened the restraints on my wrists and ankles and walked me over one of the cages. After placing me inside, I could feel the cage being raised off the floor. The cage swayed back and forth just bit as it was being raised. From what I could hear, it sounded like the same was being done to my unknown companion. The lights were turned off and suddenly it was pitch black.

I was startled by an arm reaching in my cage and removing my ball gag and blindfold. I still could not see my hands in front of me. The next sounds I heard were of men the leaving, closing the door behind them and walking up the stairs. It was quiet.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Hello Rose.” A voice in the dark responded.

“Liesel? Is that you?” I asked. “I can’t see.”

“Yes Rose.”

“And that was your mouth pleasuring me?”

She laughed. “Yes of course.”

“Well thank you for that.”

“My pleasure Rose, too bad we couldn’t play more.”

“I know. Maybe Gebhard and Erich will let us play later.”

“Yes Erich, I knew I recognized his voice. Are you naked in there”?

“Yes, and this cage is not very comfortable. I hope they don’t keep us here to long”.

“Me too.”

“Liesel, have you ever been in this room before?”

“No. Gebhard and Erich are longtime friends, but I didn’t know this about Gebhard. This is kind of new to Erich and I.”

“How long have you known Erich?”

“I have known Erich and Irene for more than 10 years.”

“Who is Irene?”

“Erich’s wife. They are longtime family friends. But it wasn’t until I first went to University in Heidelberg that I stayed with them, and we got close.”

“Is Irene into this too?”

“Not like Gebhard…but neither was Erich until just recently.”

“So, when you said you got close to them…”

“We started a sexual relationship.” Liesel interrupted.

“You have sex with both of them?”

“Yes…most often together but sometimes with just one or the other.”

“But never kinky stuff until now?”

Well unless you consider a twenty-two-year-old having sex with a fifty-five-year-old woman and her sixty-two-year-old husband kinky. The only other thing we did was a little age play a couple times.”

“I’m guessing our weekend retreat recently was not the first time you were in a diaper then.”

“No, they had me do that a few times at their home. She would even ‘nurse’ me…what about you and Gebhard, do you have sex?”

“The first time he invited me over to his house, we had sex. Since then, I have given him blowjobs several times and I have masturbated for him on occasion, but that’s about it. Of course, I sometimes orgasm in our play as well.”

“So, have you had anyone else come over here to play.”

“Not in this room, but do you remember Carl from the other weekend?”

“No.”

“He had already earned his bronze collar before us. His Elder was Ute, she was the lady with the white hair.”

“Oh yes, I remember her…I think he was the geeky skinny guy with the short hair.”

“That was him. Anyway, he came over here for pet play. I was a dog as well. Carl was the only other person to come over here while I was here.”

“Did you have sex with him?”

“God no. Nothing like that although he tried to hump me a few times. He never spoke the whole time he was here. It was kind of weird. I really don’t care for him too much, but I like Ute.”

“Me too.”

“Wait, I hear something. I think they are coming down.”

The door opened and the light came on. It took my eyes a moment to adjust. Gebhard and Erich walked toward our cages. I looked over at Liesel. She was as beautiful as I remembered, even all scrunched up in her cage.

Our cages were lowered, and we were released from our confinement. The men walked us over to a nearby table where Liesel and I stood side by side.

“Ladies, you will take turns inserting a butt plug in your cohort. Who Would like to go first?” Gebhard asked.

“I will go first.” I eagerly responded.

I grasped Liesel’s arm and rotated her so that she was facing away from me. Then I gently bent her forward so that I had ready access to her ass. She spread her legs without me needed to prod her.

I had never done this before, so I looked closely at her hole to get an idea of what I was dealing with. Her hole was much smaller than I had thought.

I picked up a jar of oil and dripped some in her crack. I swirled my finger around her hole before inserting my finger inside. It was the first time I touched Liesel in any sensual way. I inserted a second finger and plied her hole to prepare it for the butt plug. When I felt she was ready I inserted the plug inside of her. She didn’t make a sound.

Liesel stood up and turned to face me. She was smiling as I turned around and bent over to ready myself for the same treatment. She was quick to the task.

‘Liesel was more practiced for this.’ I thought.

We both turned to face the men.

Gebhard and Erich placed padded cuffs on each of our arms.

We were then guided to something that looked like a balance beam in the center of the room. There were two dildos attached close to the center of the beam. After lubing the dildos, the two men hoisted us up on the beam and onto the dildos. Liesel and I were facing each other just about a foot apart. Gebhard reached up to the cables and attached them to the cuffs on our wrist. He then pulled up the slack so that our arms were raise above our heads. This seemed to help with our balance.

Looking over at Liesel I could see that she was squirming a bit like me, trying to find a way to be comfortable. The dildo alone would not have been too bad. However, the weight of our bodies was pushing both the plug in our ass and the dildo in our vagina at the same time. Besides being filled up, it felt like they were probing against each other. After a few moments we each found our sweet spot and relaxed.

Gebhard explained to Erich that they needed to stimulate our nipples so that nipple clamps could be attached. He demonstrated on me. First playing with my nipples and then warming and stimulating them with his mouth. Erich followed suite with Liesel. Then they each took two clamps and attached them to our nipples. Her nipples did not protrude as much as mine, so it took Erich a while to secure them. From her reaction I guessed that Liesel never had nipple clamps before.

As a final piece to this torment, Gebhard attached two little chains from each of my boobs over to Liesel’s boobs. There was very little slack in either chain so that Liesel’s boobs were pulled straight out to my boobs. I’m not sure who it was more painful for: Me with my much larger boobs her more perky boobs.

Gebhard explained what was to happen next.

“Okay girls, I will give you a little hint to minimize your discomfort: If you sit up straight your boobs will get used to being taught. However, you will feel more pressure on your arms and shoulders. If one of you leans forward a little bit and the other leans back, you can relieve some of the aching in your arms and upper body for one of you. You can alternate this so that the other gets some relief. I will warn you though, if you do not move at the same time and speed, you will pull at the nipple clamps, and this will be very painful for both of you. All of this will have some effect on the dildo and plug, but I will let you figure that out.”

Gebhard continued.

“Since this is your first time, you will not be gagged. That means you may communicate with each other. This will not always be the case, so I would recommend you not be too reliant on communication for you coordinated efforts. Erich and I will be leaving you alone for a while. You can use your safe words if need be. We will be right upstairs and will be able to hear you from this baby monitor. Any questions?”

“No Gebhard.” I answered.

“No Gebhard.” Liesel added.

Gebhard and Erick, left, closing the door behind them. We listened as they walked up the stairs.

“Are you okay? I asked Liesel.

“I think so, at least so far.”

“How long do you think they will leave us here?”

Liesel squirmed a bit, pulling at one of one of my boobs as she twisted. We both screeched at the same time.

“Sorry about that Rose.”

“It’s alright. I guess we must tell each other before we move.”

I proposed we try to move back and forth as Gebhard suggested. It was more difficult than either of us realized. With practice, we learned to synchronize our back-and-forth movement. This was comfortable for the person leaning back and awkward for the person leaning forward as that person’s arms were pulled back. The whole exercise was one of alternating relief for one person and discomfort for the other. If we messed up the timing it was painful for both.

“Rose, is this movement causing arousal for you two?

“Yeah, every time we move, the dildo and butt plug start dancing inside of me. Kind of pleasure down there and pain up top.”

“At least this is keeping my dildo lubed at this point. It helps take my mind off the pain a little anyway.”

“Let’s try to go back and forth.”

We tried to slowly create a little seesaw effect, leaning forward and backward. Occasionally we messed up the timing of the reversal sending pain to our nipples. My arms shoulders and neck were getting sore as well. But I was really getting aroused down below. I had never had double penetration before, but I imagined this is what it felt like. I looked at Liesel in those beautiful blue eyes of hers. She was alternating between pain and arousal as well.

“Wait, stop Rose.”

We moved to the stopped position sitting tall in our saddles. Liesel was shaking causing a tugging motion to my boobs and pain in my nipples. She was not very verbal but moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her eyes were closed. I tried to gyrate my hips without disturbing my upper body. I was much more verbal as I felt an orgasm coming on. I ignored the pain and let go. My body was pulsing in pleasure. I hadn’t remembered closing my eyes, but when I opened them, Liesel was sitting still looking at me. She gave me a smile.

I hadn’t noticed when it happened, but at some point, the men had entered the room. They remained silent and walked over to me and Liesel and simultaneously removed the clamps from our nipples. I enjoyed the sensation as the blood flowed back to my nipples and extended the lingering of orgasm.

It took me a moment to recover. I couldn’t tell if Liesel was experiencing the same sensation.

The men released our arms- they ached from being held up for so long and it took a few minutes to regain use of them. Gebhard and Erich lifted Liesel up and off the beam, while I tried to keep my balance.

We were escorted to what resembled chiropractor tables except that they had an opening in the center as well as an opening for the head. We were laid down face up. The men used a variety of lotions and oils to massage and mend the affected parts of our bodies. When they were satisfied that we were cared for they rolled us over and did the same with our back sides after first removing our butt plugs. The aftercare felt gratifying.

Liesel and I were helped off the tables for what I assumed was the completion of our introduction to Gebhard’s playroom.

“No Rose, we have one more item to deal with.” Gebhard declared.

Gebhard walked over to the TV stand and rolled it to the center of the room.

“I think we have all seen this video before.” Gebhard explained. “I thought we would view it one more time before it is destroyed.”

My heart sank. I really did not want to relive this humiliation again.

A few weeks ago, I snuck out of our room at the kink retreat for a rendezvous with a boy named Andreas. Because of me Andreas had endured great humiliation earlier on that day. I felt terrible at the time and agreed to let him hate fuck me to make up for it. Unfortunately, the whole thing was recorded and played the following day to the entire assemblage. After which I was stripped and punished in front of a spirited audience. It was the first time I had ever been caned. Even though it was only a few strikes, it was the most painful thing I had endured.

Worst of all though I had embarrassed Gebhard in front of his peers. For that I was truly remorseful. He hadn’t mentioned it again until just now.

Liesel and Erich had seen this video at the retreat, but they stared at the screen in anticipation.

The video started with me pacing nervously outside by the pool waiting for Andreas. It was late at night, but the pool area was well lit. I didn’t realize how long I had waited for my tormentor.

“Gebhard, is this really necessary?” I asked, interrupting the video.

“Quiet Rose- and yes, it is necessary.” He replied.

On the TV, Andreas appeared from the darkness. I had forgotten how nervous I was at seeing him. Andreas was wearing his torn jeans and no shirt… just the long chain I had seen him wear when we first got to the retreat. He was trying to look like a tough guy.

He was crude as he began to undress, and I looked pathetically submissive to his taunts.

I hated watching this, wondering what my friend Liesel must have been thinking. But the video continued with Andrea’s vulgarity.

“Well take off your pants and let’s have another look at your cunt. The top too, I have been wanting to get my hands on those big tits.”

I watched myself on screen as I pulled my top off and put them beside my pants. Andreas grabbed my arm and brought me down to my knees.

“Open bitch, you know what to do.” He commanded.

I saw myself voluntarily reaching for his penis with one hand and guiding it to my mouth. He grabbed my head by the hair and took control pushing his cock deep in my mouth until he reached my throat. I saw myself chocking and could almost feel same sensation as I watched the video.

And so, the video continued through the whole ordeal until the last thrust of his satisfaction left him collapsed on top of me. Then the scene went dark.

I looked over at Liesel. I could tell she was embarrassed for me- again.

“What do you think Rose?” Gebhard asked.

“I…I’m so sorry Gebhard, I embarrassed you and I broke the rules. I don’t know what else to say.”

I was trying to hold back the tears.

“Well, you broke the club rules, and you were already punished by the club. Now you must make amends to me.”

“Yes Gebhard.”

“So, I will give you a choice. You broke rules by leaving the room and going outside. Hence your first option is to spend the rest of the weekend in your cage. Erick, Liesel and I will enjoy the rest of the weekend together and you will stay downstairs in this dark basement locked in your cage. We will bring you food and water, but you will not leave your cage. You will sleep here tonight, eat and drink here and relieve yourself, if necessary, all here in your cage. Then you will learn to follow directions about staying where you are directed.” He explained.

‘That option was horrible’ I thought. I wanted to put this behind me as quickly as possible and spend time with Gebhard, Erich and Liesel. I really liked Liesel- even Erich seemed like a very nice man. It would be wonderful to spend the weekend getting to know them better. I couldn’t bear the thought of spending the weekend alone down here. ‘It wasn’t much of an option.’ I thought.

“I think I will take the second option Gebhard.”

“Are you sure Rose, you haven’t even heard it yet.”

“I am pretty sure I know what it is. I will take second option.”

“Very well Rose” Gebhard turned to Liesel.

“Liesel, would you like to go upstairs and get dressed?” You will still watch, but you may get dressed first if you like.”

“No thank-you Gebhard. If it’s all the same I will stay naked until this is over.”

“A good friend, very well.”

Gebhard escorted me over to the Saint Andrew’s cross and stood me in front of it with my back to the cross. I glanced over at Liesel. She had a concerned look on her face.

Gebhard reached up and placed a blindfold on my face.

The first thing I felt were big rough hands gently caressing my upper thighs. I assumed it was Gebhard’s hands. He started kissing my thighs and belly while cupping my ass. A finger explored my outer labia for just a few moments and then the person stopped, and I assumed, moved away.

A new set of hands was cupping my breasts. A male’s hands, not quite as big or rough as Gebhard’s. ‘He was letting Erich touch me.’ I thought. More fingers exploring my pussy. It was Liesel, I was sure. My knees relaxed instinctively as I raised my heels off the ground in response to the stimulation. I let my back rest against the cross to maintain my balance.

I was aroused. Someone was biting my nipples. They were still sore from the clamps and the pain was sharp. Then once again everyone stopped touching me.

I felt Gebhardt turn me around to face the cross. He placed both arms up in the air and spread them out slightly until I could feel the upper boards running along each arm. Then one at a time he slipped a chain around each wrist. Likewise, he spread my legs and fastened chains around my ankles.

Once again hands and mouths began exploring my body. An occasional finger entered my pussy as if to see if I was still wet. A couple of bare-handed swats on my ass in between caressing movements. They were just playful swats, a hint of what was to come. Then just a single hand reaching in front of me and inserting a finger deep inside my pussy and just touching my clit.

Swat! The first hard strike on my ass with an impact instrument. It felt like a wide board. Then several more in succession. Each impact brought pain to my ass and pressure from the finger resting on my clit.

He removed his finger from inside me and stopped the paddling momentarily. Strangely, I didn’t want him to stop. The pain aroused me, or perhaps it was the fingering of my pussy, or maybe both.

“Do you want me to stop Rose?” Gebhard asked.

“No.” I whimpered.

“What was that Rose, I don’t think I understood you.”

“I don’t want you to stop, Gebhard.”

The next thing I felt may have been a dildo being pushed up my vagina from behind. It was very thick, and I was still sore from the earlier play, but I was lubed with juices of pleasure. He kept rotating the dildo, occasionally pushing it in and out, all the while kissing my ass. I squirmed in pleasure, not the least bit concerned with the show I must have been putting on in front of my friend. I moaned in pleasure.

He slowly removed the dildo completely and brought it to my lips. It was wet with my essence. I didn’t mind- I had tasted my pussy juices many times. I opened my mouth inviting him to insert the dildo. I choked as he pushed it into the back of my mouth, but he quickly removed it.

More smacks with the paddle. I couldn’t tell if it was the same person, but the strikes were gentler than they needed to be.

I heard whispering in the background, then silence until I felt a hard whack on my ass cheek. I guessed it was much wider than a cane or a belt, but it was more flexible than the paddle. The pain was almost as excruciating as the cane once was. I had withstood several strikes of the cane, so I was sure I could handle this.

Another slap and I was jumping on my toes, whimpering softly and trying to hold back tears.

A third slap, this time on the other ass cheek. I started sobbing. Someone started gently rubbing my ass cheeks. Then the mysterious hands shifted around to my boobs and alternated between caressing and pinching my nipples. I felt the dildo make its way up my vagina again, torturing me with pleasure as my ass was still burning in pain.

A mouth began to probe my pussy, and I felt the gentle hands of Liesel holding onto my legs. ‘She must be sitting down underneath me.’ I thought. Her hands tightened on the back of my legs just before I felt another slap on my ass. The impact forced my pussy to smash against her face. Her tongue explored my vagina in between strikes. Then she released her grip and seemingly moved away.

There would be no more sexual contact after that, only the painful swats on my ass at this point. Still, I was deriving both pain and pleasure from each strike. It was a truly bizarre experience. Tears were coming from my eyes and burning pain on my ass, but I was aroused just the same.

‘I could get used to this room.’ I thought.

Later I enjoyed luxurious after care from all three of them and we enjoyed a relaxing rest of the weekend together.

But later the next evening…

It was late at night by the time I arrived at the main gate. This almost always meant more scrutiny from the guards. Fortunately for me a car pulled up to the gate shortly after I arrived. The MP waved me on so he could deal with the car.

I left the light of the gate area and continued the dark walk up the hill toward my barracks. The car came up from behind me, temporarily lighting my way. Soon after it passed me, the car stopped on the side of the rode in front of me.

As I walked past the car, I noticed the window was rolled down. The driver leaned over the passenger seat to address me.

“Care for a ride? It’s kind of late and I noticed you walking in the gate.”

I looked at the driver, his face was familiar. It looked a little bit like Carl. That wasn’t his real name of course, but I knew him as Carl. He was the pet dog Gebhard had brought home, when I served as Gebhard’s pet dog Bella. The weekend at the Fetish retreat, I had met him a second time. There he used the name Peter. I panicked and kept on walking. The car continued along matching my pace. I looked straight ahead.

“I’m quite alright, thank-you.” I shouted.

The car stopped again, and I kept walking. I looked back but could not see the driver because of the glare of the headlights. I did however spot a blue officer’s sticker on the car bumper and made a mental note of the number. ‘He is an officer’ I thought. ‘Maybe a lieutenant, he looks pretty young’. I stopped and turned back to face the car.

He slowly drove forward until I was even with the passenger door. The driver was Carl. I was not intimidated by either his rank or his persona; he could not pull off the ‘bad boy’ character. I was a bit sore and tired and just wanted to get back to my barracks without any trouble.

To be continued…