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.
