Rose and Gephard in Their Sanctuary (Part 7)
In this seventh segment of Rose's account of her connection with an established gentleman, it commenced during the 1970s when she was a soldier based in Germany, where she developed a friendship with a local named Gebhard.
The connection did not have romantic undertones, despite sharing mutual intimate moments. The proceedings involved a surplus of wine, the sexual inclinations of an aging man, and the compliant nature of a young woman.
As the alliance solidified, Gebhard introduced Rose to a variety of BDSM and fetish practices. She discovered she frequently reached orgasm during these experiences. She also performed blowjobs for him whenever requested. Although it bothered her initially, Rose relished the feeling of satisfying him in this manner.
Besides a mutual fondness, they exhibited a genuine connection, notwithstanding their age, cultural, and life disparities.
Part 7.
"Rose, there's no need to complete your tasks immediately, join me inside and let's have a chat." Gebhard called out.
Stepping into the living room, I was completely naked, as per his house rules. Ordinarily, I would promptly embark on my duties without any affirmation. Today, his intentions appeared more comprehensive. Thus, I made my way to the living room.
Gebhard was seat on the sofa, dressed in a suit and tie. This was customary weekend attire for him.
"My morning, Gebhard, is there anything else I can assist you with?"
Gently kissing me on the cheek, he said, "A good morning to you, too, Rose. Please, take a seat beside me."
Still keeping a hold of my hand, he brought me to the couch and sat me next to him. Despite his advanced years, evident through his wrinkled face, there was a gentle demeanor about him.
"There are some visitors coming over today, Rose," he explained.
Upon hearing the news, I inferred he doesn't usually need me to know details of their arrival or arrangement, so I updated him on my actions since our last encounter while we settled in the living room. From appearances, we resembled an ordinary conversation between an older gentleman and a young lady. Except for the fact that Gebhard was in suit and tie attire, and I was unclothed.
"However, there's something else I'd like to demonstrate for you beforehand." Gebhard announced.
With my hand still held by him, he directed me towards the stairs. At the bottom landing, a closed door signaled the entry to the underground level.
"You've been curious about what's hidden behind this door for a while, haven't you?" questioned Gebhard.
Gebhard unlocked the door, invited me inside, and flipped the switch to turn on the lights. I was astonished to witness this strange home gym. There were various benches in the middle, along with cables and chains suspended from the ceiling.
Catching my attention on the right side of the room were two cages. Each cage held a rope connected to the ceiling pulley. I recognized the cage from when it was situated long ago in the lower landing. Still, it was puzzling to see two of them here.
Near the cage, there stood a peculiar device in the shape of 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 observed such a gadget before but couldn't remember its name.
To my left, several tools hung on pegs. Some were for punishment, others for sensory stimulation, and a few could be utilized for both functions like the clamps.
Facing across was a shelf packed with various provisions. These items were familiar - the dog toys, pads for urination, leashes, and food and water containers for puppy play.
Additionally, a classroom television stood upright on a stand, adjacent to a VCR and a portable VCR camera, along with several tapes.
Confronting Gebhard, I remarked, "Should I flee or join in the fun?"
"Seeing as you're already naked, running away might not be your best option," Gebhard replied.
"Can you tell me who constructed all this?"
"It's me, Rose. I built these things over many years," he answered.
"Were these established while your wife was still alive?"
"Yes, she also enjoyed all these activities."
"And has anyone else been kept in here since she's gone?"
"A couple of people, yes."
I pondered if Carl had ever stepped foot in this basement. I recall him visiting Gebhard's household, and once when I was Gebhard's pet, Bella. I saw Carl with his female elder, Ute, at the get-away. However, I was not a fan of Carl.
I strolled through the dimly lit space, searching for the appropriate words:
"I don't quite know what to say about all this, Gebhard."
"Let me show you some of the gear."
He led me to the wall with the multiple hooks and plucked out a ball gag.
For the first time since he welcomed me in the living room, he let go of my hand. Immediately, I raised my arms in preparation for what came next. I kept my head down and just peered up at him with my eyes as he smiled in approval.
Gebhard ambled behind me and reached into my arms, placing the ball gag between my lips and fastening the straps behind my neck.
He then led me to a large structure similar to a hurdle I used in track and field. He had me sit on the floor in front of it and strapped my arms around it. There was also a harness for my feet, which lifted them up and leveled them with my head. My butt was now the only part of me touching the floor, giving my pussy complete visibility.
"This will be more fun with a blindfold Rose," Gebhard shared as he covered my eyes with a black cloth.
I heard Gebhard walk away, presumably to put away a few things, before returning with a feather-like instrument. He teased my feet with this object, causing me to laugh uncontrollably though I disliked being tickled. He took turns torturing each foot, causing me to squirm and wet myself slightly. I eagerly attempted to raise my ass off the floor, but the instantaneous pressure on my arms and legs forced me to drop it again. My entire attire made me feel like a bird, just sitting there helplessly.
As he put the feather item away, Gebhard approached me once more. He initially began tickling the bottom of one foot. The sensation was not unpleasant, as I adored massages.
However, it was swiftly followed by a terrible strike with some sort of cane on the bottom of my other foot. I anticipated this torture and bit down on the ball gag to receive the pain. He then switched back and forth, giving me the soothing sensation of a foot massage while subjecting me to the excruciating pain of being caned on the other. This pattern was incredibly odd, as I'd never experienced these blends of pain and pleasure.
After this, Gebhard took the ball gag out of my mouth:
"Just a little taste, Rose. As you can see, there are countless toys in this room," Gebhard stated.
"Yes, seems like it, but at the moment, everything's a mystery to me," I jested.
The doorbell chimed, resulting in a meeting being interrupted.
"Guests have arrived, Rose. Do you want to say anything before I place your ball gag back in?"
"Um, yes...are you going to leave me blindfolded and tied up down here?"
"Yes, definitely. I'll be going upstairs to greet them and lock the door behind me."
Without waiting for my reply, he forced the ball gag back in my mouth. I could still perceive a hint of brightness through the blindfold.
Gebhard walked away, closed the door, and locked it. The light was then turned off, leaving me in this vulnerable position. I heard him ascend the stairs and greet his guests. The doorbell rang a second time, but all I could decipher were male voices upstairs. They occasionally burst out in laughter, giving me little insight into the topic of their discussion. The restrained environment left me fearful, but at least I was locked in a room in my current form rather than a cage as I was once before. Someone had rung the doorbell, but Gebhard was not present at the time, and the visitor had left. Although, in this locked room, I found some reassurance in the fact I was not in a cage.
One day, the silence at my apartment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. I was anxious, thinking that someone might walk in and find me naked, spread eagle with my arms and feet in the air. Being nude was something I was used to, but this position showed more than I was comfortable with.
The key turned, and the door opened. The light turned on and I heard footsteps approaching.
"It still looks the same," a voice greeted. "A few new toys and one new pet."
It was Gebhard's voice.
"Yes, that's Rose," another voice requested.
Gebhard replied, "Yes, this is Rose."
The voice sounded familiar to me. It probably belonged to someone I had met at the resort. He spoke English but with a thick German accent. He would only use English for my sake. I couldn't figure out who the voice belonged to.
"I see you started before we did," the male voice observed. "It seems Rose peed a little too."
"Yes, introducing Rose to something new," Gebhard shared. "And yes, she peed." Then he changed the subject, "She has pretty feet, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does. I bet your innocent youth would like to lick them, wouldn't you?"
There was a third person in the room, but I couldn't hear their response. Instead, I felt someone approaching my feet and immediately their tongue caressed the soles. I hoped my feet were clean. For many minutes, the stranger worshiped my feet. I thought it might be a female mouth, but I couldn't be certain.
Without warning, the stranger stopped.
"I think she wants to explore another part of Rose's anatomy," Gebhard proclaimed.
"Go ahead, you can eat that as well," the strange man stated.
Suddenly, I felt a tongue licking my pussy. I suspected it was a woman now. Her lips were velvety smooth on my thighs, and her tongue was gentle and experienced. I'd had sexual experiences with both girls and boys, and I could tell the difference even if I couldn't see.
"Enough now," the strange man ordered.
"Would you like to leave her here while we go upstairs for a beer?" Gebhard inquired of his friend.
"Yes, that sounds great," he answered.
Gebhard unbuckled the restraints on my wrists and ankles and walked me over to a cage. He positioned me inside and lifted the cage off the ground. I could feel the cage swaying from side to side as it was raised. From what I could hear, the same thing was happening to my unknown companion. The lights were turned off, and suddenly it was completely black.
I jumped when I felt an arm reach in my cage, removing my ball gag and blindfold. I still could not see the details in front of me. Soon I heard the sounds of men leaving, closing the door, and going up the stairs. The silence in the room was deafening.
"Hello?" I called out.
A voice responded from the darkness, "Hello Rose."
"Liesel?" I asked excitedly. "Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Was that your mouth pleasuring me?"
She giggled, "Yes, of course."
"Thanks," I replied.
"My pleasure, Rose. Too bad we couldn't play more."
I agreed, "Yes. Maybe Gebhard and Erich will let us play later."
"Yes, Erich. I recognized his voice. Are you naked in there?"
"Yes, and this cage isn't very comfortable. I hope they don't keep us here for too 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 new to Erich and me."
"How long have you known Erich?"
"I've known Erich and Irene for more than ten years."
"Who is Irene?"
"Erich's wife. They are long-time family friends. But it wasn't until I first went to university in Heidelberg that we became close."
"Are Irene and Erich into this stuff?"
"Not like Gebhard. Irene takes part, but not as much as Erich does. But until recently, neither of them was kinky."
"I'm guessing the recent retreat wasn't the first time you were in diapers?"
"No, they had me do that a few times at their home. She even nursed me."
"Did you have sex with both of them?"
"Yes...mostly together, but sometimes just with one or the other."
"But you've never done anything kinky with them before?"
"Well, you could say we had some age-play a few times."
"Did Gebhard also have you in diapers when you stayed at their home?"
"No, that's why it was a shock for me."
"The first time he brought me home, we had sex. Since then, I have given him blowjobs occasionally and jerked off for him, but that's basically it. Of course, I still orgasm during our sessions."
"Anyone else visit while you were here?"
"Not in this room, but do you remember Carl from the other weekend?"
"No."
"He had his bronze collar before us. His master was Ute, the blonde with the gray hair."
"Ah yes, I recall her...I think he was the nerdy skinny guy with the short hair."
"Yeah, him. He was here for some pet play. I was a dog as well. Carl was the only other person to come to my place."
"Did you sleep with him?"
"Nope. Nothing like that, although he tried to hump me a few times. He didn't say a word the entire time he was here. It felt pretty awkward. I'm not very fond of him, though I like Ute."
"Me too."
"Wait, I think I hear something. It sounds like they're coming."
The door opened, and the light flooded the room. At first, my eyes struggled to adjust. Gebhard and Erich walked toward our cages, and we were released from our confinement. They guided us to a nearby table, where Liesel and I stood side by side.
"Ladies," Gebhard said, "You'll take turns inserting a butt plug into your partner."
"I'll go first," I replied enthusiastically.
I grabbed Liesel's arm, rotating her so her back faced me. I gently pushed her forward, giving me access to her ass. She readily spread her legs.
I examined her opening closely. Her hole seemed much smaller than I had imagined. I picked up a jar of oil and drooled some into her crack. I swirled my middle finger around her hole before sliding it inside. It was my first time touching Liesel in any intimate way. Then I inserted my pinky finger to stretch her out for the butt plug. When I felt she was ready, I slipped the plug in. She didn't make a sound.
Liesel stood up and turned to face me. She smiled as I turned around and bent over to prepare myself. Liesel was quick to help.
'Liesel was more skilled at this,' I thought.
We both turned to face the men.
Gebhard fastened padded cuffs on each of our wrists.
He guided us to a beam that resembled a balance beam in the center of the room. There were two dildos mounted near the beam's center. After applying some lubricant, both men lifted us up onto the beam, positioning us on the dildos. Liesel and I faced each other about a foot apart. Gebhard attached cables to our wrists and pulled up on them, elevating our arms above our heads, making it easier to balance.
Looking over at Liesel, I could see that she was struggling slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. The dildo alone wasn't too uncomfortable. However, the weight of our bodies pressed on both the plug in our asses and the dildos in our vaginas, creating a constant pressure. After a while, we each found our sweet spot and settled in more comfortably.
Gebhard revealed that they intended to stimulate our nipples before adding nipple clamps. He demonstrated on me, first playing with my nipples and then gently suckling them. Erich followed his lead, working on Liesel's nipples. Then, using two clamps each, they clipped our nipples, testing their tension. Her nipples did not protrude as much as mine, so Erich took some time to get them secured. From her expression, I inferred that Liesel had never experienced nipple clamps before.
As a final touch, Gebhard attached small chains from each of my nipples to Liesel's nipples. There was minimal slack in either chain, making Liesel's nipples pulled out to my nipples. Neither of us knew whose boobs it hurt more: mine with my large ones or Liesel with her perky boobs.
Gebhard informed us about the next step. [
Alright, ladies, here's a little tip to lessen your discomfort: Sit up straight so your chest becomes accustomed to being lifted. However, you'll feel more pressure on your shoulders and arms. If one of you leans forward a tad while the other leans back, you can ease some strain in your arms and torso for one of you. Switch it up periodically so the other person also gets a break. Keep in mind, if you don't coordinate your movements, you might pull on the nipple clamps, causing great distress for both of you. Nipple clamps can affect the dildo and plug, so be mindful of that too.
Gebhard concluded with a reminder, "You won't be gagged for now. You can communicate with each other. We won't be around for a little while. You can utilize your safe words if necessary. We can hear you through this monitor upstairs."
"Is everything alright?" I inquired of Liesel.
"I think so...so far," she answered while yanking on my breast.
"For how long do you believe they'll leave us?" I asked.
Liesel strained a bit, tugging at my boobs as she turned. We both exclaimed in pain.
"Oops, I apologize, Rose."
"No harm done."
We considered following Gebhard's suggestion of alternating positions. The process proved more challenging than we anticipated. After some practice, we discovered a way to synchronize our rocking movements. This proved comfortable for the woman leaning back and awkward for the one leaning forward, which can cause her arms to pull back uncomfortably. If we didn't time our rocking correctly, it was painful for both of us.
"Rose, do the motions between you two cause arousal?"
"Yeah, every time we move, the dildo and plug begin to move inside me. Pleasure below and pain above," I stated.
"It keeps my dildo well-guarded," Liesel mentioned while trembling slightly from the pain.
"Let's try some back-and-forth motion."
We attempted to slowly move from one side to the other like a seesaw. Whenever we timed the switch wrong, it was agonizing for our nipples. Both my arms, neck, and shoulder muscles were sore as well. But my lower body was experiencing intense pleasure. I recalled never having had double penetration, and I imagined that's what it must feel like. I gazed into Liesel's mesmerizing blue eyes, who was also undergoing the consistent exchange between pain and arousal.
"Take a break, Rose."
We stopped and sat up tall, leaving our chests horizontal on the beam. Liesel's shaking caused a strain on my breasts and a burn in my nipples. She seemed to be in and out of consciousness, not using much verbal communication. I attempted to gyrate my hips, disregarding the crushing pressure on my upper body. I was highly aroused and growing closer to an orgasm. I didn't notice them entering the room until they started removing our clamps from our nipples. I felt a sensation that kept my orgasm lingering.
It took a moment to regain full use of my body. I couldn't tell if Liesel was experiencing the same feeling.
Gebhard and Erich assisted Liesel off the wooden beam, while I struggled to remain upright. We were guided to some tables that resembled chiropractors' massage beds, but had openings in both the center and the head. They gently placed us face up on the tables and employed various lotions and ointments to nurse and heal the affected regions. Once they concluded, they turned us over to similarly tend to our behinds, removing the butt plugs first. The authentic massage brought a sense of satisfaction.
Liesel and I were helped off the tables in preparation for the conclusion of our initiation to Gebhard's playroom.
"We have one final task to finish, Rose," Gebhard stated.
Gebhard traveled to the TV stand, pushing it to the center of the room.
"I suspect we've all seen this video earlier," he explained. "I believed we ought to watch it once more before it is demolished."
My heart sank as I realized I would have to revisit this humiliating moment once more.
A while back, I managed to sneak out of our shared room at the kink exclusive event with a guy named Andreas. This happened because I caused him significant embarrassment earlier that day. To make up for it, I let him rough me up sexually. Unfortunately, the whole incident was recorded and displayed the next day to the entire audience. After the show, I was publicly humiliated even further. It was the first time enduring the pain of being caned, and though it was just a few strikes, it was the most agonizing thing I experienced.
The worst aspect of this was the hurt I had inflicted on Gebhard. I genuinely felt wrong for doing it. He didn't bring it up again until just a moment ago.
Liesel and Erich had witnessed this humiliating video at the event, but they remained quiet as they anticipate the playback.
The video began with me pacing outside near the pool, waiting for Andreas. It was past midnight but the area was well lit. I forgot how uneasy I was when seeing him. Andreas was wearing his torn jeans and no shirt, trying to come across as menacing. He was offensive as he started to undress.
I was antsy, not knowing how long I waited.
"Gebhard, is this really important?" I inquired, interrupting the clip.
"Silence, Rose. And yes, it is."
Suddenly, Andreas emerged from the darkness. I remembered how shaken I felt upon seeing him. Andreas donned his ripped jeans and no shirt, making an effort to appear intimidating.
Throughout the video, he was aggressive and I was submissive.
"Strip, slut. It's time to check out your cunt and those huge breasts."
I saw myself on-screen as I pulled my shirt and pants off, leaving only my underwear. Andreas tugged my arm, forcing me to my knees.
"Start sucking, whore. You know what to do."
In the video, I was shown kneeling before him. I watched myself obediently reaching for his penis and guiding it to my mouth. Andreas held my head with thick hair, forcing his cock deep into my mouth, choking me. It was a painful yet pleasurable sensation to watch.
The video continued, documenting the whole humiliating ordeal until his final pitiful thrust, leaving him sprawled out atop me. The scene then went dark.
I looked towards Liesel and noticed her embarrassment.
"Thoughts, Rose?" Gebhard inquired.
"I'm sorry Gebhard, I embarrassed you and broke the club's rules. I don't know what else to say."
I struggled to hide my tears.
"Regarding breaking club rules, and you were already punished by the club. You must now pay me back for what you've done. You had left the room and went outside. The first option is to stay in the basement for the rest of the event, locked in a cage. We'll keep you nourished with food and water, but you'll stay there, sleep there, eat there, and relieve yourself there. You'll learn to obey orders and stay put." Gebhard clarified.
'Terrible,' I mused. I didn't want to leave Gebhard, Liesel and Erich. I wanted to bond with them more. I shuddered at the image of spending the weekend alone down in the dark basement, in a cage. 'It wasn't a fantastic choice,' I mused.
"I'll choose the second option, Gebhard."
"You've already heard it? Very well." Gebhard turned to Liesel.
"Liesel, care to head upstairs and get dressed?" He suggested.
"No need, Gebhard. I'm fine with staying naked for tonight."
"A loyal friend, then."
Gebhard guided me towards an X-shaped cross and positioned me against it, facing away from it. A blindfold was placed over my eyes.
The moment my eyes were covered, I felt rough, firm hands caressing my upper legs. I assumed it was Gebhard's, his hands were strong and soothing. He kissed my thighs and belly, clutching my buttocks at the same time. A finger ventured into my pussy for a few seconds before the person left.
A pair of gentle hands were holding my breasts. They weren't as large or rough as Gebhard's. 'Erich is letting him touch me,' I thought. More fingers were discovering my pussy. It was Liesel, I was certain. My legs became loose as I leaned back on my heels, reacting to the stimulation. I leaned against the cross to maintain my balance.
I was yearning for more. Someone was biting my nipples. They were still sore from the clamps, causing a sharp pain. Then, after a short pause, everyone stopped touching me once more.
Gebhard spun me around, making me face the cross. He placed both arms high in the air and spread them slightly so I could feel the top boards along each arm. Then he wrapped chains around each wrist, one by one. Next, he spread my legs and fastened chains around my ankles.
Hands and mouths were all over my body once again. They occasionally slipped a finger inside my pussy, checking to see if I was still wet. A few light spanks on my ass while they kept caressing me. Then only one hand slid in front of me, depositing a finger deep into my pussy and touching my clit.
Pow! Gebhard struck my ass with a wide impact instrument. It was like a wooden board. Then several more strikes in a row. Each blow caused pain to my ass and pressure from the finger resting on my clit.
He yanked his finger out of my vagina and temporarily stopped hitting me. Strangely, I didn't want him to cease. The pain thrilled me, or maybe it was the fingering of my vagina, or perhaps both.
"Do you want me to stop, Rose?" he questioned.
"No," I whimpered.
"What did you say, Rose? I didn't catch that."
"I don't want you to stop, Gebhard," I begged.
He inserted another object up my vagina from behind. It was very thick and I was still sensitive from the earlier play, but my pussy was lubricated with pleasure. He kept turning the dildo, sometimes thrusting it in and out, all while engrossed in kissing my ass. I writhed in delight, immersed in my performance in front of my friend. I moaned in satisfaction.
He removed the dildo, then brought it to my lips. It was wet with my own juices. I happily accepted, having tasted my pussy juices often. Bracing myself as he shoved it back into my mouth, I struggled to remain breathable, but he soon removed it.
Pow! Pow! More blows from the paddle. It felt like a paddle, but the strikes weren't as harsh as before.
I heard murmurs in the background, then silence until I felt a brutal strike on my ass. It was much wider than a cane or a belt, but it was more pliant than the paddle. The discomfort was almost as bad as the cane had ever been. After enduring several strikes of the cane, I knew I could stand it, but it was no renewed pain.
Another slap...my toes jumped, I softly whimpered, and tears struggled to form.
Slap! Another strike landed on my other ass cheek. I started bawling. Someone softly rubbed my ass cheeks. Then two sets of hands connected with my breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples. The dildo re-entered my vagina again and again, arousing a pleasure that clashed with the pain in my buttocks.
A tongue was sliding in my pussy, and I felt Liesel's gentle hands tightening around my legs. 'She must be sitting under me,' I considered. She clutched my legs more firmly just before I sensed a fresh slap on my ass. My pussy smashed against her face, allowing her to explore my vagina while she smacked me. Afterward, she loosened her hold on my legs and seemed to move elsewhere.
No more sexual engagement followed, only the painful hits on my ass. Despite the tears, burning pain on my derrière, and the overall surreal situation, I was excited.
'I could get used to this room,' I imagined.
Later, we enjoyed a luxurious aftercare from all three and a relaxing weekend together.
However, the following evening...
It was late and as I approached the entrance gate, I realized this almost always meant extra scrutiny from the guards. Luckily, a car pulled up to the gate right after me, so the guard could attend the car instead.
I walked away from the portal's light, continuing my journey toward my barracks in the darkness. The car caught up to me, illuminating my path. Upon passing, the driver urged, "Fancy a ride? It's quite late, and I spotted you at the gate."
I glanced at the driver, whose face seemed somewhat familiar. It bore a passing resemblance to Carl's. That wasn't his true name, mind you, but I knew him as Carl. He had been Gebhard's pet dog before I stepped into the role as Bella, Gebhard's pet dog. We'd crossed paths again at that kinky getaway; there, he went by the name of Peter. I became petrified and kept on walking. The car followed suit, maintaining a steady pace with me. I stared ahead.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you very much." I hollered out.
The car stopped again, and I continued walking. I turned around briefly, but the glaring headlights blocked my view of the driver. I did notice, however, a blue police badge on the car's bumper, and I mentally filed down the license plate number. 'This guy's a cop,' I thought. 'Probably a lieutenant, he looks kinda young.' I turned my back on the car once more.
As it inches forward, Carl finally appeared at the passenger window. I wasn't frightened by his rank or his demeanor, as he struggled to portray the 'badass' persona - I felt tired and battered, simply craving some drama-free return to my barracks.
The story will carry on. . .
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