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.
