Rose and Gephard Pt. 08

Literotic asexstories – Rose and Gephard Pt. 08 by justgeena,justgeena
This is part eight 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 German gentleman named Gebhard. As the friendship developed, Gebhard introduced her to a variety BDSM and fetish lifestyle activities.

While this part continues the story of Rose and Gebhard’s relationship; it also recounts the punishment and humiliation of a fellow sub named Carl who was introduced in parts five, six and eight.

Part 8.

It was late at night by the time I approached the main gate. This almost always drew more scrutiny from the military police. I had to admit, a young woman in civilian clothes walking onto post in the dead of night was questionable.

I spotted a soldier leaving the gatehouse to approach me. He was shining a flashlight in my face. When I handed him my identification card, he momentarily diverted his flashlight to my card, then back toward my face.

“Kind of late at night isn’t it corporal?” He observed.

“Yes sergeant, I missed the last bus and had to walk from town.” I lied.

“Not very smart to be out here by yourself…”

We were interrupted by a car pulling up to the gate. The MP could have held me there, but I was relieved when he handed me back by ID and waved me along so he could contend with the car.

I left the well-lit gate area and continued along the dark roadway toward my barracks. The Kaserne was a couple kilometers from the main gate, up a long rise and then down the hill to Engalhof.

A car came up from behind me, temporarily lighting my way. I assumed it was the same car that had earlier entered the gate. Soon after it passed me, the car stopped on the side of the road about ten meters in front of me. I continued walking. ‘Perhaps, I won’t have to walk all the way back.’ I thought.

As I walked alongside the car, I noticed the passenger 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. More recently, at the Fetish retreat, I had met him a second time. There he used the name Peter. I momentarily panicked and kept on walking without answering. I had never encountered any of the people from my secret life in real life, so it was disconcerting.

The car continued along matching my pace. I looked straight ahead, trying to ignore him.

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

The car stopped again, and I kept walking. I glanced 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 concluded. ‘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 again. I got a good look at him: It was Carl. I was not intimidated by either his rank or his persistence; he could not pull off the ‘bad boy’ character even if he wanted to. I was a bit sore and tired and just wanted to get back to my barracks without any trouble.

He edged up closer and stopped the car beside me. I looked around, but there was no one in sight.

Against my better judgement I opened the door and got in.

“Hi Rose.” He said, using my real name.

Hello…’lieutenant’? I questioned.

“Carl”. He offered. “Look, Rose, it’s okay your secret is my secret. Right now, I’m just giving you a lift. I assume you are going to Engalhof?”

Almost all the enlisted women on post lived in barracks complex in Engalhof. The only other large female barracks was near the medical clinic, and I was not walking in that direction when he picked me up. He continued driving me up and over the hill to my barracks.

“Yes, Engalhof is fine.” I confirmed.

“So, PFC then?” He guessed my rank was Private First Class.

“Corporal” I answered- more out of pride than thinking with my head.

“Okay, well nice to meet you Corporal Rose.”

“A pleasure lieutenant.” I lied. It was very uncomfortable.

“I will be candid Rose; I want more than to give you a ride.”

I didn’t reply to him. The answer could be a few different things and none of them were good.

“I want to fuck you”. He crudely announced.

I gave him the finger.

“I sorry Rose, I just thought…I mean that seemed to work for Andreas.”

“Lieutenant I always wanted to tell an officer he was an asshole; you are making it too easy.”

“Look Rose, I am sorry. But after watching that film of you and Andreas, I can’t get you out of my mind. Really, I just want a ‘no strings’ sexual relationship…even just a one-night thing. I know you love sex.

I laughed. “Well sorry Lieutenant, that is not ever going to happen.”

“I didn’t mean to be so crass, just direct. Look, we are both caught up in this crazy lifestyle. It doesn’t matter why, but it seems to me we have the right to a normal sex life outside of this. I assume you have some kind of sex with Gebhard. You must want to enjoy sex with someone who is not forty years older than you.”

“I have a healthy sex life thank-you. Doesn’t your Dom allow you to do so?”

“No, she doesn’t- at least not without her direction.”

“Well, Gebhard has no such restrictions of me. The only stipulation in our agreement is that I agree to share the details with him. I think if you are going to break your Dom’s rules, it would be better to do so with someone else. Besides fraternization between officers and enlisted is not allowed.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t think it’s happening? It happens all the time. Besides I am a little socially awkward.”

“No kidding ‘L T’, You should do something about that.”

“I’m trying.”

“‘I want to fuck you’ is not trying.”

“Sorry Rose, but the truth is sooner or later I will have sex with you.”

“Oh, do you plan to rape me lieutenant?”

He abruptly stopped the car just as we entered Engalhof. Turning to face me he continued.

“No ‘Corporal’, I didn’t say that.

“Good, then I am telling you right now; it is not going to happen.

Ignoring me, he persisted: “I said I would have sex with you. Who knows, maybe our ‘pet ‘personas, Carl and Bella will be forced to mate. Maybe our Dom’s would get pleasure out of watching us fuck. Or maybe the forbidden nature of officer-enlisted fraternization will entice you. But sooner or later you will have sex with me.”

“You have quite the imagination lieutenant, but not a prayer…I appreciate the ride though.”

And with that I got out and walked the remaining distance to my barracks, circling around buildings until his car was out of sight.

The next day I reached out to a friend of mine who was an MP. I knew she could help me track down this officer using the tag number. A few days later, I got more information than I expected.

He was a lieutenant, Medical Service Corps. Apparently, he didn’t even work on this base. He worked in hospital in administration on another base about 25 kilometers from here. He was either single or unaccompanied. I guessed the former. He also lived off post. This information was troubling. If he lived and worked 25 kilometers from here, what was he doing coming in the gate in civilian clothes at that hour? He was obviously familiar with our base. I was convinced it was no accident, which meant he was stalking me.

At least I had a few things going for me. I knew more about him than he did about me. Also, officers were more career focused, so he probably realized he had more to lose than I did. Most important, I was shrewder than him. He seemed a little geeky, though not street smart. I was likely to run into him again, but I felt like I had the stronger hand.

I was not sexually attracted to Carl. I didn’t particularly like Carl, and I owed him nothing. He was submissive to his mistress, Ute. Perhaps he longed to control someone, but it wouldn’t be me.

The conversation with Carl brought another question to mind- one that troubled me: How many others in the German BDSM community had the wrong idea about me from my encounter with another sub, Andreas. That experience was hate-fuck. Andreas was angry and bitter at me, and he wanted to degrade me by having his sexual way with me. It was consensual. I agreed to it because I felt remorseful. At least I was sexually attracted to Andreas. It was humiliating that the whole episode was recorded and played back in public to the BDSM community. I put that incident behind me, but I didn’t want my naïve behavior to poorly reflect on my Dom.

Gebhard was of course my Dom- although he never used that term. An older German gentleman from the civilian community outside of post. He was a retired widower in his mid-sixties. Our friendship began at a local schwimmbad and slowly developed into more of a BDSM relationship as he introduced me to a variety of fetishes.

This all occurred in the 1970’s. I was t then twenty years old. Physically, my 5′ 8″ body was very athletic, almost tom-boyish, except for my 36D boobs. I have light gray eyes that matched well with my dark ash blond hair which in the Army I wore very short. My best feature though is my long, well-toned legs. Gebhard preferred the natural look, so I did not shave at all: Legs, bush and pits, all natural.

Gebhard was very tall, maybe 6’ 4″ and in good shape for an older gentleman, though he sported a good size pot belly. His gray hair was balding at the top and closely trimmed on the sides. He was still quite hairy over the rest of his body. I had seen him naked many times at the schwimmbad and occasionally when he undressed to take a shower.

I enjoyed being around him and would often spend my off weekends at his home. He liked me to be naked when I was at his house- even outside in his private garden. I normally used his guestroom when I stayed overnight and kept some of my personal items there. I had slept in a dog bed in his bedroom a few times and even in a cage in his basement. But those were exceptions to the rule of sleeping in his guest room, which I now considered my room.

Gebhard was also my friend and confidant. He seemed genuinely interested in my personal growth and well-being. I did not have a pleasant relationship with my own father, so having Gebhard in my life was important to me.

We never really had sex in the more traditional sense, but I found our activities sexually pleasurable at times. At least Gebhard seemed to know how to blur the lines between pleasure and pain for me. I was no longer inhibited in front of him. He was my teacher.

During rough times, he comforted me, and I felt especially close to him. At times I thought it would be nice to have more traditional sexual encounter with him. I mean besides the occasional blowjob I gave him when he directed me to. Occasionally, after our playtime in his basement, I would encourage the idea by kneeling in front of him and looking up to his face for permission. I enjoyed pleasing him that way.

I can remember initially being turned off by blowjobs with him. He had long gray hair covering his entire pubic area. His ball sac hung well below his uncircumcised penis. His penis itself was short, but quite thick even when soft. He said it was now difficult for him to penetrate vaginally. He could cum in my mouth although he was not a heavy cummer. That’s a lot to know about a man forty-five years my senior, but this is the type of relationship we had.

I called Gebhard and relayed the story of my encounter with Carl:

“Rose, I will address the issue with Ute.” Gebhard assured me.

Ute was Carl’s Dom. She was part of the fetish community Gebhard belonged to where older Dom’s and typically much young subs participated as part of a BDSM type of relationship. We never really used the terms Dom or sub. Within that group we referred to the older Dom’s as Elder’s.

“I don’t want to cause trouble Gebhard. I can handle Carl. I just thought you should know.”

“You did the right thing to tell me. This sort of thing is not tolerated within our group.” He seemed genuinely concerned which comforted me on some level.”

I looked forward to seeing him on my next weekend off.

When such a weekend transpired, I arrived at Gebhard’s house first thing in a Saturday morning expecting to get an early start on my chores. He did not seem to be home, so I let myself in. I called out, but got no answer, so I began to get undressed as usual. There was a trunk in the front hall for the purpose of placing my clothes while I visited. Of course I kept my collar on.

I went about my normal chores beginning in the back yard and then to the inside chores. It was now more than two hours since I had arrived and still Gebhard was not home. So, I went

upstairs to shower and rest in my room.

Without realizing that I had dozed off, I was startled by the presence of Gebhard sitting on the edge of my bed.

“I’m sorry, Gebhard. I didn’t realize I fell asleep. But I finished all my chores.” I explained.

I started to get up, but Gebhard pressed me back down.

“That’s okay Rose, no need to get up just yet. We are having a guest this morning, but there is no reason for you to get dressed for our guests, you will be fine just the way you are.”

It would have been unusual for me to be dressed at Gebhard’s home- even when he had a guest. He never locked his front door; the only guests who walked in without knocking were lifestyle friends. It did not happen often, but I had become comfortable enough to be naked among dressed strangers.

Gebhard interrupted my thoughts: “I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Ute.”

“Thank-you. I was taken aback initially, but I don’t think Carl will cause me any trouble.”

“You are probably correct, but I…

We were interrupted by the sounds of the front door opening.

“Gebhard, I think someone just came in.” I asserted.

“That would be Ute. She is bringing lunch over for us.”

“Did you say Ute is here? She is the guest?”

“Yes Rose. Ute is our guest.”

Ute was maybe five foot five inches- a few inches shorter than I was. She must have been in her seventies or close to it. Her gray-white hair was thin enough I could make out her scalp. She had a pretty smile, even though she sported the wrinkles of a woman her age. I took a liking to her, and she was good friends with Gebhard.

“Did she bring Carl with her? Is he in our house?”

He smiled at my use of ‘our’.

“Yes, I am sure she did Rose. Don’t worry about it. I am going to go to my room and get dressed for lunch. You can freshen up and I will be back here to take you downstairs.”

“When you say freshen up, do you mean get dressed?” I said, hopefully.

“Of course, not Rose. You do not wear clothes in ‘our’ house.” He teased. “Just your collar.”

I waited in my room for Gebhard to return. I did not mind being naked in front of Ute. However, I did not want to encourage Carl’s apparent attraction to me. I knew one thing for certain: I would not show Carl that I was the least bit uncomfortable. He would not get that satisfaction from me not matter happened.

Gebhard returned to my room, took me by the hand and guided me down the stairs and into the living room. Carl had seen me naked before, but I never felt uneasy about it until now. I held my breath and walked in as confidently as I could.

Ute was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. She was apparently comfortable enough in Gebhard’s home to enter without announcing herself, then help herself to a drink.

She was dressed all in black: A leather corset over a shear black top and black gloves. Down below she wore leather knee-high boots with black fishnet stockings on her legs. I spotted gray-white pussy hair was poking out of her fishnet stockings.

Carl was standing beside the couch. Like me, he was naked except for some sort of metal cage around his penis and balls and his collar around his neck. He did not look up at me.

Ute stood up and greeted Gebhard. She was in remarkable shape for a lady of 70. She did not carry any real excess weight. If not for the wrinkles on her face and a little flabbiness in the muscles of her upper legs and arms, she would pass for much younger.

Ute put her arm around my back and gave me kind of a side hug.

“I remember this one Gebhard, such a pretty thing.”

She turned to Carl.

“Carl has something he would like to say to her, don’t you Carl?”

“Yes Ute.”

“Well, then, get on with it. Look up when you speak” She directed.

Carl sheepishly turned to me.

“I am sorry Rose. I acted inappropriately.”

Ute playfully slapped his cage penis. “He still acts like a little boy sometimes, but he is learning.” Ute explained as she grasped his package. “But he knows this belongs to me, don’t you little boy?”

“Yes Ute. My penis belongs to you.” Carl muttered.

I stood silent, not knowing if I should respond to any of it. Inside I was delighted, but I dared not show it.

“Rose, why don’t and Carl prepare lunch while I catch up with Gebhard.” Ute instructed.

Carl was maybe a few inches taller than me and skinny. He had short brown hair, but it never seemed to be combed. He didn’t really have a very hairy body, just some sparse hair on his chest and a little around his belly. He did have a healthy amount of hair around his pubic area though. Previously, I had seen him without the cage, so I knew his uncircumcised penis was thin and long when soft. I never saw him with a hard-on: At that moment his penis looked small inside the cage.

“Does that thing hurt?”

“My cock cage? No, I like wearing it.”

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“I had noticed a few of them at the retreat. What exactly are they for?”

“It is a male chastity device.”

“So, Ute can make sure you don’t fuck anyone?”

“I really am sorry about saying that to you. But no, it is not so much for that. It prevents me from ejaculating. It delays orgasm”

I looked down at his penis. It seemed to be enlarging a little.

“But you can still get a little hard on.” I observed.

“Yes, I can”. He looked down at his cage. I am not fully hard now, but yes, I can.”

I snickered. He just had to let me know that he gets bigger- ‘Such an obsession for guys.’ I thought.

“Why are you aroused now?” I teased.

“Sorry Rose, but you are very beautiful. I thought so the first time I met you.”

“Well, you better lose that thing before we go back in. One another subject, did Ute punish you for being such a dick to me?”

“I think that is what today is all about. I suspect she will punish me here, in front of you.” He paused. “Unless maybe you tell her that you accept my apology.”

“You have lost your bravado lieutenant. If you are waiting on me to tell Ute that, you should probably prepare yourself to be punished…Gebhard has a nice playroom.”

“I guess you will enjoy that won’t you.”

“I gotta be honest, I think I will.”

He turned away, grabbed some plates and began to set the table. He was very precise in his placement of the table setting and seemed pretty practiced in preparing the meal, so I assumed he had done this many times for Ute. When he was satisfied that everything was correct broke the silence:

“We should go in the living room now.”

“There are only two place settings”.

“Yes, for Gebhard and Ute.”

“We are not eating with them?”

“No, we will eat separately if at all.”

This reminded me of the first time I met Carl. I was Gebhard’s pet dog for the day. He brought over Carl Who was also a pet that day. Carl and I ate together from the same dog bowl and drank from the same water bowl. It was disgusting. Of course we were pets on that day.

“I traditionally eat with Gebhard at mealtime, so I assumed we would join them today as well.”

“Rose, in case you didn’t notice, you and I are naked. We have collars on…”

I interrupted: “Yes and you have a cute little cage on too, I get it. But you know, I am so used to being naked in Gebhard’s home that I don’t even think about it anymore.”

“You are used to it? Even when he brings guests over?”

“For the most part, yes. Does it bother you to be naked.”

“I don’t really want to get into it Rose. I think it’s time we let Ute and Gebhard know their meal is ready.”

Carl led the way taking a standing position in the living room without saying a word. Not knowing what else to do, I followed behind and stood beside him.

“Is lunch prepared Carl?” Ute asked.

“Yes Ute.”

Carl and Ute walked by without saying a word and entered the kitchen. Carl and I followed behind. Ute surveyed the setting and apparently satisfied, took a seat. Gebhard sat across from her.

Carl assumed a standing position beside Ute as if he was waitstaff. He was tall enough that his caged penis was above table level. Not knowing what was expected of me, I took up a similar position by Gebhard.

“What were the two of you talking about in the kitchen Carl- you seem to be a little aroused.” Ute questioned.

Carl took a while to respond: “Nothing in particular Ute, we were just preparing the meal.”

“You get aroused preparing a meal?”

I giggled nervously.

“Young people need to learn to control their sexual urges.” Ute announced to no one in particular. “When I first met Carl, he couldn’t last more than a minute or two after stimulation. He would ejaculate like a teenage boy and then look so dejected.”

I looked over at Carl, who was clearly blushing.

“He is getting better now though, aren’t you Carl?” Ute continued.

“Yes Ute, I am getting better at controlling my orgasms.”

Looking at me she continued: “What about this one Gebhard is she still fucking indiscriminately.”

“I think what you observed on our retreat was out of character for her Ute.”

“Do you have a boyfriend, Rose?”

“No Ute, I do not have a boyfriend.

“A girlfriend perhaps?”

“I guess you could say I have girlfriend Ute.”

“What is her name?”

“My girlfriends name is Liesel.”

Ute turned to Gebhard: “Liesel? Are we talking about Erich’s Liesel.”

“Yes.” Gebhard answered.

Turning back to me: “Well tell me about that Rose.”

“There is not too much to tell Ute. Liesel and I met at the retreat. Gebhard invited Erich and Liesel over here a couple times and we became good friends.”

“Good friends? Is that what you call it now? Do you see her without Gebhard and Liesel around?”

“Yes Ute. I see Liesel at her home on occasion.”

“The two of you are sexual?”

“Yes Ute, Liesel and I have sex on occasion.”

“You give her a lot of freedom Gebhard. Does she share with you the details of her sexual adventures with Liesel.”

“Oh yes, in detail.

Ute turned to me: “So Rose, what do you like better, dick or pussy?”

I am not reticent, but she caught me off guard. “I…I guess pussy Ute.” I asserted.

“You guess?” She teased. A twenty-year-old girl should know. I have seen you have sex with a boy, I wonder if you are as passionate with a woman.”

I was beginning to think I would never live down that episode with Andreas at the Fetish convention. Fortunately, Gebhard had destroyed the tape, but it seemed to be burned in the memories of all who had witnessed that humiliating hate-fuck.

Gebhard interrupted my thoughts: “I have seen her with a couple different girls Ute, I think Rose is pretty certain.”

Ute looked over at Carl: “Well Carl seems to be enjoying this discussion. There was a time when Carl would have ejaculated all over the place by now. Fortunately, we don’t have to worry about that at the dinner table. He is such a horny boy. Maybe he will demonstrate for us later.”

Carl’s cage was pressing against his bulging penis and balls. He looked very uncomfortable. I was beginning to anticipate what was in store for the lieutenant.

Mercifully Ute changed the subject and Carl’s discomfort dissipated at little. He was still semi erect through lunch.

After lunch Carl and I were directed to clean up the kitchen together. We were also allowed to eat as we cleaned.

Carl remained quiet as he cleaned. I knew he was embarrassed. Perhaps he was worried as well. The manner of Ute’s dress suggested it was not going to be a pleasant punishment for him. If I were to be brought down to observe, it would probably be mortifying for him. I resisted the urge to break the silence by asking him more about his relationship with Ute, but I was curious. Most likely I would find out soon enough.

Carl and I returned to the living room.

Gebhard had changed to more casual clothing, but nothing that matched what Ute was wearing. He still had on his black dress pants, but his jacket and tie were replaced by a short leather vest with nothing on underneath it. His vest was unbuttoned and from the looks of it was far too small to be closed over his protruding belly. He has also taken off his shoes and socks. Gebhard never dressed this way when we had our sessions in his playroom, so I assumed it was a bit of a show for Ute.

“Well Carl, would you like to visit Gebhard’s playroom?” Ute questioned.

“Yes, Ute, I would like to visit the playroom.

Ute hooked a chain leash to Carl’s collar and led him downstairs with the other end of the chain in one hand and a single tailed whip in the other.

Gebhard hooked me up in a like manner. For the first time I worried that I might be involved in Carl’s punishment. I was looking forward to watching today. I did not want Carl to see me in session.

Ute obviously knew her way around Gebhard’s playroom as she took Carl to the center of the room and turned him around to face Gebhard and me.

She swatted Carl on his ass and addressed him:

“Community members choose to partake in our activities. This consent does not extend to interactions outside of our events- specifically not intervening in the personal or professional lives of our members.”

She swatted his ass again and continued:

“You are to seek permission from me before you contact or seek a relationship with members outside of our events.”

Another swat as she persisted:

Further, you will not take actions that could expose the identity of members nor seek to gain access to such information. Do you understand this?”

“Yes Ute.”

After a harder strike, she carried on: “You agreed to these rules before you stalked and eventually approached Rose on her military base. Is that correct?”

“Yes Ute, I understood the rules and broke them to pursue Rose”

“This isn’t a game, Carl. This is about real people’s lives. If you can’t abide by the rules, I will have to let you go.”

“Yes mistress, I understand.”

Very well, then do you wish to remain in our relationship.”

“Yes, of course mistress. I wish to remain your sub.”

“Do you wish to be punished now for these violations?”

“Yes mistress, I wish to be punished.”

“Do you wish Rose to watch your punishment?”

He hesitated. I knew he wanted to say no, but he acquiesced to what he thought she wanted to hear. Either that or he sought humiliation. I was beginning to think the latter.

“Yes Ute, I would like Rose to watch my punishment.”

Ute turned to Gebhard.

Gebhard brought me over to a bench in the center of the room and sat me down.”

He addressed me: “Rose you will sit and watch. Once we begin, you are not to speak or make any sounds unless you are addressed. You may divert your eyes at times if you feel it necessary, but I encourage you to pay close attention. Do you have anything you want to say first?”

I thought for a moment. Listening to those rules, I realized I had probably broken them by obtaining personal information on Carl. If I divulged that now, I would probably receive some sort of punishment. I could take the punishment, but I did not want to be punished in front of Carl- or even beside him. Convinced it would remain a secret, I stayed silent.

“I have nothing to say, Gebhard.”

Carl was brought to what I had since learned was called a milking bench. Previously I had only been on this bench for aftercare. I was about to see what other uses it held.

Ute placed Carl in a standing position at the foot of the bench and secured his legs to the legs to the base of the bench. She then bent him over so that Carl’s forearms rested on the top of the bench, and he was looking down through the hole in the center. There was a mirror on the floor beneath the opening, so that I was able to see Carl’s face.

It was an awkward position as his slightly red ass was sticking up higher than his upper body. His caged privates were dangling below. Ute shoved a small butt plug in his exposed asshole.

“Do not let this plug fall out or you will receive much worse.” She warned him.

Carl clinched his ass cheeks. I had seen Carl with a dog’s tail once. I wasn’t sure how wide the butt plug end of that tail was, but I guessed it was much wider than the small plug that was just inserted.

Ute grabbed a black leather flogger and used it to gently caress his back and ass for several minutes. By Carl’s reaction I imagine it tickled. It could also have been pain from the previous swats, though they didn’t seem that harsh. Carl squirmed a bit and I could see from his face that he was concentrating on clinching his ass cheeks together.

Suddenly Ute struck him with the flogger. He grimaced a little but did not make a sound. She repeated the sequence several times until Carl grunted in pain. That seemed to be the response she was waiting for.

Ute reached under his face and placed what I could only describe as a cock gag. I had never noticed it in Gebhard’s playroom before. It looked like a ball gag, but in place of the ball a short dildo was attached. It looked like a thick shiny black cock complete with a large mushroom tip. She held the tip up to Carl’s lips and swirled it around for a short time before pushing it in his mouth.

“Come on Carl, put your lips around it.” Ute urged

Once Carl did as he was told, Ute moved the dildo in and out simulating a blow job. I would guess Carl never really gave one before, because he did not look like he knew what he was doing. Either that or he wanted me to think the idea was distasteful. I tried to hide my amusement.

“Come on Carl, you can do better than that. Unless you want a real cock in your mouth.” She taunted him. “Gebhard, has Rose given you a blowjob yet today?” She asked.

I looked over at Gebhard, but he did not respond. I have no idea if Gebhard had ever received a blowjob from a male sub, or if Carl had ever given one to a male, but I thought it would be an interesting thing to see.

Ute interrupted my thought: “Is that what you want Carl?”

He shook his head no.

“Then show Rose how you practice on my dildo’s penis and make it convincing. If you ever break these same rules again, you will be giving a real blowjob.”

Carl picked up his game and began playing with the toy cock with his mouth.

“That’s a good boy, now let’s strap on this cock and continue with what we started.”

She pushed the dildo in as far as it could go before pulling its straps around his head. He initially looked panic stricken as he gagged on the ‘cock’ deep in his mouth. She pushed his head down toward the center hole in the bench. He looked straight down to the mirror on the floor probably unaware that I had a good view of his full face.

With Carl settled in his new position Ute continued flogging him until his back side and ass were red. With each strike of the flogger, his caged cock and balls rocked back and forth. I alternated between watching the strike of the flogger and the expression on Carl’s face. He was clenching hard on the black rubber cock, and his eyes were red. He looked like he was about to cry.

She paused and looked first toward his ass and then to me: “Rose, check to make sure the butt plug is still secure in there.”

I walked behind Carl and looked at his ass sticking up in the air. His hairy ass was red, but the plug was still in place. His caged cock, hanging between his legs had gone soft again.

“Yes Ute, the butt plug is still in Carl’s ass.”

“Well good for you Carl, you can stand upright.” Ute instructed.

Carl slowly pushed himself up from his bent over position on the bench. I watched as he awkwardly attempted to clench his ass cheeks to prevent the small dildo from coming out. I was almost disappointed when he was successful.

“Rose, would you detach the restraints from his ankles.” Ute prompted me.

I knelt behind Carl and went to work removing his restraints. Once he was free of them, Ute directed him to turn around and lay down on the bench face up.

‘That in itself must be painful.’ I thought.

Gebhard directed me to once again strap Carl’s ankles to the legs of the bench. When I completed that task, I was brough to the other end of the bench. There I had to secure Carl’s arms over his head and slightly to each side, so that his body form a “Y”. Finally, I took a position and the end of the bench, between his outstretched arms and just beyond his head.

I looked down toward Carl who seemed to be getting aroused again. I am not sure if it was from my touching him or from his view of my pussy not far overhead. His caged penis was now pointed toward his head. His balls looked painfully swollen.

Ute cupped Carl’s swollen ball sac and lifted it upward, so it was exposed. While still grasping it at its base she thwacked it a couple times with a small flat stick. Carl did not have much girth to his ‘helmet’, but the the tip of it was slightly protruding from the chastity cage now. She played with it with her index finger.

Carl was squirming relentlessly. It was surprising to me how fast his shaft got hard again. I could see in his eyes how bad he wanted to release. She thwacked his ball sac a few more times. Carl made some sounds, but they were garbled by the dildo in his mouth. He closed his eyes causing a small tear to roll of each side of his face.

“Open your eyes, Carl. Ute directed. “Look straight up at Rose.”

Carl followed her instruction. Suppressing a giggle, I tried to keep a straight face as he looked at me. He looked like a sad little boy torn between an embarrassing display of penile excitement and his utter submission to Ute. to mention the pain from his punishment.

She slapped his ball sac a few more times with her stick before releasing his balls and letting his ball sack fall between his legs. Grasping the portion of the cage holding his penis, she pointed it straight up and stroked the tip with her finger.

When it seemed Carl could not possibly hold back any longer, Ute stopped. I watched with interest as he lifted his ass off the bench, writhing in the pain of not being able to orgasm. His eyes were moist with newly formed eye drops- he was beginning to cry. She waited until his penis subsided a bit before arousing him again.

I began to feel empathy for him, hoping she would use the flogger or something to bring down his arousal. ‘She is more tormenting than even Gebhard.’ I thought.

“Okay Rose you may stand at the foot of the bench.” Gebhard directed.

As I walked around the bench, Gebhard removed both the restraints from Carl’s arms and the cock gag from his mouth. Carl’s arms flopped to the side. He watched as Ute approach the top of the bench. Ute stood directly across from me: She at the end of the bench supporting Carl’s head and me at the end with his feet.

Ute moved directly over the bench so that she was straddling Carl’s head.”

She lowered herself over his face. He instinctively reached up and supported her thighs with his arms. This was my first good view of Ute’s 70-year-old pussy. Her bush was mostly white and thin, but lightly covered her labia and her entire pubic area. She rested on his face.

“Make me cum!” She commanded.

Carl eagerly began licking pussy through the Ute’s bush.

“You can do better than that.” She insisted.

Carl tried harder, He attempted to push away her pubic hair with his tongue so he could probe inside but I doubted Ute was going to orgasm. ‘I could have done a better job I thought’. In fairness this was an awkward position to try to get his tongue to reach inside her. ‘He should focus on the outer labia.’ I thought.

Ute looked directly at me as Carl was pleasuring her. Her face displayed a hint of carnality. I kept my hands to my side despite my own urge to pleasure myself. ‘If only Carl wasn’t here.’ I pondered.

After a few moments, Ute stood up and turned around so that she now faced away from me. She bent over and put her hands on her knees. Carl now had better access to her pussy, and I had a better view of Ute’s behind. She had some cellulite on her ass, which mostly disappeared as she bent over. She looked great for a seventy-year-old woman.

Now Carl had to partially sit up to reach her pussy. I glanced at his caged penis: It was extended as much as the cage would allow. ‘At least he seems to enjoy eating pussy.’ I reflected.

When Ute had enough, she stood straight up and walked over to Carl’s penis. She touched the tip with her finger and put her finger in her mouth.

“I said do not cum!”

She struck the bottom of his ball sack with the single tail whip.

Carl squealed in pain.

“This is pre-cum!” She announced. “Stand up!”

Carl sat up and then stood at the end of the bench. His penis was pointing slightly upward despite the cage. His ball sac looked swollen and darker than earlier. Ute had me remove his leg restraints. I wasn’t sure if he could cum with the cage on, but I kept looking up just in case. I did not want him to cum all over me.

Ute turned Carl around and had him lay face down on the milking bench. There were two cut out holes in the bench. His caged penis dangled though the center hole and his face rested along the hole at the far end.

“I am going to remove the cage now Carl.” Ute warned. “But you will not cum until I tell you too”

“Yes mistress, I will not cum”. Carl mumbled through tears. I could not see his face as the mirror was under the center, directly below his penis.

Ute removed the cage. His penis was long and thin and defied gravity, pointing almost parallel to the ground. His still swollen ball sack dropped a bit. Carl closed his eyes and tried to remain still.

Ute slid the mirror further toward his face. “If you cum before directed you will lick your cum off the floor, is that clear?”

“Yes, Ute if I cum before you direct me, I will lick all my cum.”

She slapped his now red ass a few times to reinforce her command.

“Now Carl, one of us; Gebhard, Rose or I, will milk you. You must wait until you feel a hand wrap around your penis, and you hear me give the command to cum before you release. You may choose one person to eliminate, and I will choose one from the remaining two to do the honors. Who do you wish to eliminate?”

Carl hesitated. I was sure he did not want either Gebhard or I to do this. The question was whether having a male milk him was more distasteful than having me do it.

“I wish to eliminate Gebhard.” Carl answered. The was impatience in his voice- he wanted permission to climax.

“Very well Carl.” She turned to me: “Rose would you like to milk Carl, I think he is ready to burst.”

I nodded in the affirmative. Ute waved me forward to complete Carl’s ‘punishment’.

I knelt beside the bench and turned to Ute. Ute nodded in approval. I grabbed his ball sack with one hand and squeezed slightly. He grunted in response. I wanted to send him a clear message.

With the other hand I grasped his penis. Even though his shaft was long I could easily get my hand around its small circumference. It was rock hard and twitched slightly at my touch. I pointed it downward, and Carl howled in pain.

“Sorry.” I instinctively said. “I didn’t know that would cause pain.

“Please Ute, let me cum!’ He wailed.

I began to slowly slide my hand down his dry shaft.

“You may cum Carl.” Ute declared.

I barely stroked his penis one time before it happened.

With a muffled grunt Carl’s cock stiffened in my hand and shot a load of sperm toward the floor. I could feel the cum passing through its shaft. His penis pulsated in my hand and another grunt followed by a smaller shot of cum. In quick succession a few more squirts and Carl collapsed in exhaustion.

“Get all the cum out of there Rose.” Ute commanded.

I wasn’t sure how to do that, but I squeezed his shaft and pumped my hand up and down. He had softened quite a bit, and his penis began to contract into his hood. As he went limp, I felt a few drops of semen dribble on my hand, and I let go.

“Gross.” I said as I looked down at his semen resting on the side of my hand.

“Carl, clean that off!” Ute Ordered.

Still kneeling I reached my hand underneath the bench to where Carl’s face protruded below the bench. I was carful not to kneel in the wads of ejaculate on the floor. I looked at Carl’s face. He looked defeated as he stuck out his tongue and began licking my hand clean. I carefully stood up and moved away from the sticky area.

Ute, and Gebhard released Carl from the bench and stood him up. He stood dejected and near tears as they carefully took care of his abrasions. Ute then placed the cock cage back on him.

Gebhard spoke for the first time in a while: “Ute and I will go upstairs for a while you two clean down here. Rose knows where everything goes.”

The they left the Carl and I alone in the playroom.

“Carl spoke first: I guess that was gratifying for you.”

“Was that really a punishment for you?”

“A combination of punishment and pleasure I guess…with a good dose of humiliation thrown in for good measure…Ute is very thorough.”

“Are you humiliated on my account, because it wouldn’t make sense to be humiliated in front of Ute or Gebhard.”

“Of course, on your account.”

“You don’t really even know me.”

“I know you are an enlisted soldier…and as you now know, I am an officer.”

I smiled: “That did make it extra special for me. I have never seen an officer stripped naked and flogged. I never grabbed one by the balls. I never saw one cry like a baby before. Never saw one suck dick or eat out a seventy-year-old pussy. I have not seen one beg to ejaculate and later shoot their load in pan. Let’s see, did I miss anything?”

“I understand your fulfilment, Rose. Afterall, I saw you caned at the retreat and later standing naked in the stock. Oh yes, and I saw you getting hate fucked by that other newbie. Only thing was I didn’t know you were a soldier. Yeah, that would have made it more exciting.”

“His name was Andreas and sorry I couldn’t have been more entertaining.”

“But when I found out who you were, Rose, I wanted to do what Andreas did to you.”

“You wanted to rape me Lieutenant, there is a difference.”

“No, you used that word…anyway it doesn’t matter now. I am sure any chance I had of having sex with you is out the window.”

“Lieutenant, have you ever had vanilla sex with a real live girl?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I just think this is your element. You will never have a better orgasm than you did today…as a sub.”

Carl looked dejected.

“Anyway ‘L.T’, I don’t really have sex with that many men. If I want romantic sex, I prefer women. If it is a guy, it would be a masculine guy.”

“Are you saying I am not masculine?”

“I’m saying Ute should have you in a dress.”

“She has.”

I laughed: “I knew it, but that’s okay. Just cut out the tough guy talk, you can’t pull it off. You are nicer when you are taken down a notch anyway.”

“So, sex is still out of the question.” He said with smile.

“I’m glad you can smile. Yes, sex is out of the question. But with Ute’s consent, you can have a girl’s night out with Liesel and I…so long as you wear your cock cage under your dress. Maybe Ute and Irene will come along.

“Irene?”

“Irene is Liesel’s ‘friend’- she is fifty-five.”

“I think I will pass on that.”

“It was my turn to laugh: “You prefer to be taken out with the men?”

“I am not gay Rose. I am not effeminate either. This is just a diversion- just like it is for you.”

“Okay, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

He looked cross. “Are you angry?”

“No.” He growled.

“Well, you look angry.”

“I know you hate me, Rose. I know you had fun at my expense because you are so smug about it. The fact is I think you are hot. The fact that you are enlisted makes you even hotter to me. I would give anything to fuck you at least once.”

“Okay, so we’re back to that again. Well, I don’t feel threatened by it, because it can never happen. I really don’t think you could…your equipment doesn’t work that way. For me being Gebhard’s sub is a diversion, but it’s not how I’m wired. But you are natural submissive, especially to women. It’s why you try to talk tough and vulgar. You are much more likely to be dominated by me than to fuck me. Remember that Lieutenant- when your alone tonight.”

“I’ll remember your hand around my cock.”

“If I were you, I would remember my hand around your balls. That is more likely”

I grabbed his caged packaged and pulled at it.

“Carl, there are two things I learned today. First, I will never cross Ute. She owns you; you are her bitch. More importantly I never want to be at the receiving end of her wrath. For whatever time you have remaining on this assignment, I would suggest you remember that.”

I continued: “Second, you will not fuck with me. If we cross paths on base, you will show me respect. Your rank is unimportant to me.”

“I am right aren’t I” I continued. You won’t fuck with me will you lieutenant?”

He grimaced in pain unsure of how to respond.

I looked down at the floor with globs of cum on it. “This is disgusting Carl, you will be cleaning it up, right?”

I squeezed his balls a little.

“Yes, I will clean it up Rose.”

“And you now know better than to fuck with me, right?”

“Yes Corporal, I won’t fuck with you.”

“I didn’t think so lieutenant. Now, after you clean your cum off the floor, we can go upstairs.”

I released his balls and watched as he cleaned. ‘I should have made him lick it up.’ I thought. That might have been pushing it though.

When he was finished, I grabbed him by the balls and walked him out of the playroom. I let him walk back upstairs on his own. He was silent the rest of the night.

After Ute and Carl left, Gebhard and I enjoyed a quiet evening at his house. We ate dinner together and sat down to talk. I was still naked of course, but Gebhard took off my collar.

“Did you enjoy yourself today Rose?” Gebhard asked.

“It was interesting to watch another sub being punished.” I answered.

“You are not a submissive Rose. And I am not your Dom.”

“I thought that is what your group is all about.”

“You are still learning Rose. Our society is a group of primarily older men like me who enjoy younger women. Within our society there are a variety of interests. Some are Dom/sub relationships, some explore a variety of fetishes, but the common theme is really age difference.

“What am I then?”

“You are a kinky young lady, Rose.” He laughed. “With me, you are exploring a variety of experiences and finding out precisely what you are. We know that you enjoy pain mixed with pleasure and can achieve powerful orgasms that way. You are certainly no submissive.

“Then why am I doing all these damn chores around here?”

“Certainly not out of submissiveness. You entice punishment through them I’ve noticed. Leaving things undone or not done properly. I’ve noticed these things. But mostly you have enjoyed the playroom where you have enjoyed a variety of activities”

“So, this is just a student/teacher relationship.”

“Oh, I hope not Rose. However, that is one aspect of our friendship.”

“What about sex?”

“What about it?”

“You have me give you blowjobs,”.

“Yes, I do. I like blowjobs.”

“But nothing else.”

“I can’t do much else Rose. As I have told you, I can only maintain an erection with either a blowjob or anal sex. You are still an anal virgin.

I laughed. “Sorry, I was just thinking of the butt plugs you have me wear. I thought that was preparing me for anal.”

“That will help lessen the pain to some degree…I am not sure if that is good or bad for you”.

I put my two hands to his face and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. There was a time when the idea of sex with a sexagenarian was distasteful to me. But my viewpoint was very much changed through my relationship with Gebhard. I really loved this man and wanted to be close to him.

“Can we go up to my room?” I asked.

“Is that what you want Rose?”

“I’ll meet you up there.” I assured him.

Gebhard followed shortly behind me. I was lying on my bed waiting for him.

He was naked when he entered my room. He stood for a moment before coming over to the bed. He graying hair was turning white in places. It thinly covered much of his body. He was towering from my viewpoint on the bed. He had a pot belly which hung low to his uncircumcised penis- barely visible through a heavy patch of gray pubic hair.

He came over to the bed and sat down. I looked up at his face with its wrinkles that revealed the experiences of a long life. He laid beside me and kissed me on the lips. He was gentle for a big man. We kissed for a long while and I enjoyed it.

He was a very thorough lover taking time to kiss and caress me all over. I was used to him touching my most sensitive areas, usually in a non-sexual way to attach a clamp or to impact them in some way. But I learned he could be a sensual lover as well: Touching and kissing a variety erogenous zones.

I could easily orgasm, but in the moment, I wanted to return the favor. He seemed to appreciate touch in just a single sensual area- his penis. When I got him fully hard, I turned over to offer him my virgin ass. I was pre-lubed and Gebhard was not all that long, but he was thick, so it was painful as he began to enter me.

He placed me in a doggy style position that was comfortable for both of us and began pumping me from behind. Some degree of pain persisted, but I was also aroused. I fingered myself to give more erotic pleasure and mask the pain. With my finger deep inside, I could feel Gebhard’s penis as he pumped it back and forth.

He let out a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside me. He pulled out and laid down beside me on the bed. I reached over and kissed him.

“That was nice Gebhard” I offered.

“Vielen dank Busenfreundin” He whispered.

Our friendship lasted for another year, before I was transferred out. We had many wonderful sessions in his basement playroom and occasionally more vanilla sexual experiences in the bedroom. Once I transferred out of Germany, we kept in touch for a few years, but overtime lost track of each other.