Rose and Gephard Pt. 09

This is the continuing story of Rose's reminiscence of her time as a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's. Under the tutelage of a German gentleman named Gebhard, Rose had submitted to a variety BDSM and fetish experiences over a two-year period.

Most recently Rose had found herself observing the punishment a young man named Carl. Rose had a mixed history with Carl: They had been fellow pet dogs and fellow submissives under Gebhard. Carl had also shown a cruel side, expressing his enjoyment of watching Rose publicly humiliated and caned on one occasion. Rose knew he was attracted to her and once tried to force himself on her. For this Carl was punished and Rose was given sightseeing privileges.

Rose observed that Carl was the true submissive of the two of them. She wasn't sure what she was, but Rose decided she needed to find out.

Part 9.

"Corporal Williams reporting sir."

"At ease corporal." The company commander looked down at the papers on his desk. "I have a report here of you coming in the gate after midnight last Sunday."

"Yes sir, I missed the last bus from town and had to walk home."

The captain looked up at the young soldier. "You spend a lot of time off post Corporal."

"Yes sir, I enjoy getting away on my time off."

Bringing his hand up to his chin in thoughtful pose, he simply responded. "I see."

He looked over at the first sergeant: "'Top' you can leave us alone, I need to speak with the corporal alone."

Quiet until then, the company first sergeant seemed startled at his commander's suggestion. "Sir..." the first sergeant began.

"It's okay Top." The C. O. interrupted.

Protocol required that a third person be present during a mixed gender office call. I think the first sergeant wanted to point that out. However, he saluted and left the C. O.'s office.

The captain stood up, walked around to the front of the desk and leaned back with is backside against the top edge of the desk. "What I must talk about is a little bit sensitive. I want you to speak freely, but there are some things I am concerned about.

"Yes sir." I replied.

He paused a moment for me to see the seriousness in his face. "I was the one who promoted you to corporal. I would also like to be able to send you to NCO school to set you up for your next promotion to sergeant... when it's time for you to rotate out of here."

I relaxed a bit. "Thank-you sir."

"However, there are a few things that we need to have a frank discussion about- off the record."

My alarm bells went off, but I replied confidently: "Yes sir."

He paused a moment before continuing: "Are you a dyke?"

He was clearly trying to catch me off guard. I was surprised, by the frankness of his question, but tried not to show it.

"I am not sure you can ask me that, but no sir."

Back in the 1970's 'dyke' was a derogatory term used primarily for masculine, butch type lesbians. It was a crude term used by both straight people and sometimes by more feminine lesbians. I didn't much like the term, but I knew some of my fellow soldiers used the term to refer to me even though I considered myself bisexual. In my mind, I didn't lie to the commander.

"You have some unusual hygiene habits." He continued.

"Sir?

The commander stood and walked closer to me; eyes fixated down toward my legs. "Not many women grow leg hair corporal." Then looking me straight in the eyes: "If I am not mistaken you also have hairy armpits. What's up with that?"

I smiled. 'All women grow leg and armpit hair you idiot.' I thought. Of course that's not what I said.

"A personal preference sir. It doesn't make me a homosexual. And with all due respect it doesn't make me any more unhygienic than you."

I was a little bolder with officers these days, especially ones that were out of line.

He resumed his position against the desk. "No perhaps not, but it is unusual. Personally, I think it is rather nasty."

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir? That's all you have to say?"

Apparently, I was forced to explain further. "I have a German boyfriend sir." I offered. "He likes natural body hair."

"I see. Is this where you go on the weekends?"

"Most of the time, yes."

"Well, its good to know you aren't one of those homosexuals. You realize that is immediate grounds for discharge and a 'less than honorable' one at that."

"I am aware of the regulation sir. Like I said, I have a boyfriend. But if we are speaking freely, I'm curious. What makes you think female body hair is associated with homosexuality."

"A mistake perhaps. Don't get defensive Corporal. I just want you to do well in the Army. You have a lot of potential, and you don't need rumors hurting your chances. Unfortunately, there are a lot of lesbians within the female ranks."

I smiled: "Well, if that's true, they haven't invited me to their meetings."

He waited moment before continuing. "I enjoy your sense of humor corporal, but I'm serious about this."

Yes, sir, I'll take that under consideration. It there anything else?"

"Yes, do you remember Corporal Donovan?"

"Yes sir, she was my squad leader last year. She transferred out several months ago."

"You two were very friendly."

"Yes sir, we were friends... she is also straight as an arrow."

"I didn't suggest otherwise, but it is interesting you should bring that up. Anyway, I have a report here from some time ago. It is about bruises and abrasions on your body."

"A little overzealous on physical training, nothing to worry about sir."

"I can see a few on your legs and arms right now. This is why I had you report in your PT uniform."

"Nothing to be concerned about sir, I am very healthy."

"Well, then you won't mind taking your t-shirt off so I can have a look."

He saw my hesitation. I was proud of my body. Physically, I took after my father. He was an athlete but unfortunately an abusive drunk. I inherited an unusually athletic body for a woman. I was 5'8" and sprouted slightly larger boobs (36D) for a brawny body and relatively long well-toned legs. I have light gray eyes that matched well with my then dark ash blond hair. When I joined the army, I cut my short shaggy hair style to a closer cropped look.

"You have a running bra on don't you corporal?"

"Yes sir, I do."

"Well, come on then, it is no big deal. The male soldiers have on less at times, you don't put yourself above them, do you? Do you have a problem removing your shirt?"

"No sir".

We waited a moment for me to comply. Seeing no alternative, I pulled off my PT shirt and tossed it on a nearby chair.

The captain walked around me looking carefully at my skin.

"Raise your arms." He directed. He stroked the hair in my armpits with his fingers. Touching was not permitted, but I said nothing. If he was disgusted by my armpit hair, as he claimed, he didn't show it.

"Drop your shorts... panties too."

"Captain, that is not appropriate." I asserted.

"The shorts Corporal, start with your shorts."

By now I wished the First Sergeant had not left. Perhaps the captain just wanted to see me naked. Certainly, he would not assault me right here in his office, I thought. I am not ashamed to be naked. Reluctantly I slid my PT shorts down to my ankles and let them hit the floor. I stood at attention as he gazed at the pubic hair, poking out of my panties.

"Very nice, now the panties corporal."

I looked him straight in the eyes. He wanted a reaction, but I wasn't about to give it to him.

I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of both the panties and my shorts. He reached down, took the panties and put them on his desk.

"I'll keep these... what's the matter corporal, I thought you were tough. You look like you are ready to cry."

"No sir, I am fine."

"The bra corporal, let me see those tits."

"Captain, you shouldn't be doing this." I pleaded, holding back tears.

"Nonsense Rose, I want to fuck you!"

...

Suddenly I woke up in a sweat. I looked around the dark barracks room as if to make sure I was alone. It was a dream- again. 'It will be a long night.' I thought. Indeed, it was as I laid there for some time thinking about my life in the last year.

I had arrived in Germany in the summer of 1977 to begin my first full tour of active duty in the U. S. army. It was a far cry from the inner city of Philly where I grew up. I did not have a happy childhood, but it made me strong and independent. Joining the Army was a way out of my Kensington neighborhood and away my father.

I was now 20 years old and stationed at a small post in the Baden Württemberg. It was exciting, if not occasionally lonely. My 'career' was off to a great start though. I was recently promoted from Private First Class to Corporal. My next promotion would be to sergeant. That is, if my personal life does not screw it up.

Soon after my arrival, I befriended a German gentleman named Gebhard. He was a retired widower in his mid-sixties and spoke English quite well. We originally met at the local schwimmbad, one of my favorite off-duty activities. There is nothing better than quiet day reading, soaking in the hot tubs, relaxing in the saunas, swimming in the pools all in the nude. It was a great escape. I love being naked, especially outdoors.

Gebhard and I enjoyed other cultural activities and we traveled to various cities and towns in the region. I occasionally spent time in his home. Gebhard even had a guestroom in which he allowed me to stay overnight. By this time, I even kept a few things in that room and considered it my bedroom, away from the barracks.

Over time Gebhard had introduced me to some of his prurient interests and to a variety BDSM and fetish lifestyle activities. Through my sessions in Gebhard's playroom, I discovered that there is a fine line between pain and pleasure.

Liesel is my girlfriend. She is a German college student in Heidelberg Germany and rents a room in the home of sixty-two-year-old Erich and his fifty-five-year-old wife Irene. However, it was Gebhard that introduced Liesel to BDSM. Liesel and I have had a few shared experiences in Gebhard's playroom. In between those adventures Liesel and I enjoy a more amorous relationship. I love than we can walk arm in arm together in public without the need to hide our relationship.

Liesel was a beautiful 19-year-old German girl- much more feminine than me. At five foot seven inches she was about an inch shorter than me. Her skin was tanned contrasting with her long blond hair. She had the most beautiful blue eyes. I was attracted to her the moment we first met.

Then there is Ute. She is about 70, although she hasn't divulged her exact age. She is a widow and another long-term friend of Gebhard's. Ute is a harsh Dom, but I was fascinated by her. She was maybe only five feet tall. Her mostly white hair was thinned with age. The wrinkles on her face gave away her age. He muscles were somewhat flabby but the only place she really carried any fat was a small stomach bulge. She also had a wonderful smile. I have no idea what her life story is, but she seemed to garner genuine respect and admiration from those around her.

Ute has a male sub named Carl. I was not particularly fond of Carl. I have watched Carl punished and humiliated by Ute. I have also seen Carl as a pet dog for a day. He seems like a naturally submissive soul. I could see myself dominating him. But most disturbing was the discovery that Carl is an American Army lieutenant stationed at a nearby base. This was another challenge I had to navigate.

As I lay in bed, all of this was weighing on my mind: I was putting my career at risk, but it was all exhilarating. It was like I was living a double life, and I could just slip from one life to the other at will. On the other hand, it could just as easily all come tumbling down. Despite this burden, I could not walk away from it.

I never got back to sleep that night.

The next morning, I finagled a pass to go to the hospital on the main base. Normally this would require a referral from the local clinic, but the First Sergeant was typically too uncomfortable to ask too many questions about female medical issues. Of course, I had no medical issues. Today I made the bold decision to see Carl- in uniform-at his office.

...

"Rose, what are you doing here?"

I closed the door and stood in front of his desk without saying a word.

The lieutenant stood up. Carl was a skinny guy, maybe five feet-eleven inches. His uniform was baggy on him and made him look even skinnier.

"Do you have your cock cage on Carl?"

"Shhh, people can hear you. And it should be lieutenant here, corporal."

Ignoring him I continued: "Carl, you didn't answer my question."

Red-faced and obviously embarrassed, he continued: "No Rose, I am not wearing it. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't..."

I didn't wait for him to finish: "Quiet Carl, you know me better than that. More importantly I know you. I just thought I would pay you a visit. Aren't you glad to see me?"

He had a serious look in his face as he answered. "Actually, I do have something to ask you."

"Okay, so get on with it, lieutenant." I directed.

"Rose, your acting strange."

Carl paused and walked over to the closed-door listening to insure no one was in ear shot. He continued: "Anyway, I noticed Gebhard had a video tape machine in his playroom. Is it playing all the time?"

"Of course not, a tape only has 60 minutes. I think some are two hours." I answered.

"Has he recorded you?" He interrupted.

"Yes, quite a few times."

"Aren't you worried about that? I mean with your career."

"Not really, he usually records over them when he's done. It's not like he has library- at least I don't think so"

"What do you mean 'when he's done', what does he do with them in the meantime?"

"What would you do? I assume he watches them when I'm not there. He also collects my panties; he likes to smell them. Maybe he combines the two activities and beats off, I don't know."

"This doesn't concern you?"

"Not really Carl. We have watched the recordings together at times."

Carl gave me a serious look, perhaps with a hint of concern: "Rose, I need and honest answer: Did he record me?"

"Of course he did, Gebhard wasn't hiding it. The recorder was running the whole time."

"Have you seen it? I mean the recording of me."

"Yes Carl, Gebhard and I watched that one together."

"Has he recorded over it?"

"I don't think so." I lied.

"I need that tape, Rose."

I paused to think about it. He looked genuinely concerned.

"I could take care of that for you."

"Thank-you corporal, I appreciate it."

"Whoa lieutenant. That's a big favor, I need something in return."

"What do you want Rose- money?"

"Don't insult me, Lieutenant. It won't be that easy."

"What then?"

"Liesel and I and a couple of our friends are having a girl's weekend out in Frankfurt in a couple weeks. I would like you to join us."

"That's it? You want me to join the four of you on a party weekend? What, do you want me to pay or something?"

"No Carl, we want you to join us. It will be the five of us girls."

Carl stood there contemplating for a minute: "You mean you want me to dress up like a girl and go out in public with the four of you?"

"You don't need to dress up Carl, we will take care of that for you- at Ute's house before we drive to Frankfurt."

"You talked to Ute about this?"

"Yes Carl, and she gave her approval. So, you see, it's not so much of a choice for you now- is it?"

"Carl's face sunk in full realization of the situation."

"Rose, why would you want to do this to me? Haven't I already humiliated myself enough in front of you?"

"I am not a cruel person Carl- I am helping you." I explained. This is just who you are Carl; you have dressed as a woman at Ute's house. You probably have panties on right now. I'm helping you fulfill your calling. Now throw me a salute and I'll be on my way."

Carl sheepishly stood up and saluted. I returned the salute with a smile on my face and left his office.

...

I was already at Ute's house when Carl arrived home still in uniform.

"We don't have much time Carl, the first thing you need to do is get out of those clothes and go upstairs to the bathroom". Ute directed.

Carl stripped down without hesitation. I had seen him naked many times, so he was likely not embarrassed by his nudity. However, I could see in his eyes that he resented being relegated to an acquiescent, docile little boy in front of the girl he desired. Not to mention the fact that he was an Army officer while I was an enlisted soldier. He stood in front of us, head down and hands covering his penis.

Ute scowled at him as an admonishment that he was never to be modest of his nude body.

In response, Carl slowly removed his hands and brought is arms to his side. I half expected his cock to be caged, but his soft uncircumcised penis hung freely. It was long and thin, and I knew from experience it had a now hidden but modest knob head. Though his body hair was sparse, his pubic hair was thick and curly.

"On your way, Carl." Ute commanded.

Carl then quickly went up the stairs to the bathroom and waited for us to arrive. We walked in to find Carl staring at the electric clippers on the bathroom counter. Clearly, he understood what was about to happen.

"Rose, would you like to do the honors?" Ute asked.

"Yes Ute, thank-you." I replied.

I began with his back and ran the clippers up his back to his neckline. His hair cascaded down and I had to occasionally shake them off my hand and clippers. As I got more used to it, I was able to go much faster. I moved around to his front, then his arms, and legs.

The hair on his ass was a little less sparse and more difficult to run the clippers.

"Tell him what he needs to do Rose, he knows how to present his ass." Ute explained.

"Spread your legs Carl and reach down and grab your ankles." I directed.

"Yes Rose." He meekly answered.

With that I was able to move the clippers over his ass and between his cheeks.

I then ordered him to stand back up and place his hands on his head so I could remove the thick hair on his armpits.

I saved his pubic area for last. This area required the use of both hands- one for the clippers and one to manipulate his penis and ball sac to provide access for the clippers. He began to have an erection, which helped with my task.

I walked around Carl and inspected his body. Satisfied that I removed as much hair as possible with the clippers, I put the clippers down and turned to Ute.

"Very good Rose, now Carl stand in the shower and wash off the excess hair, while we get the razors ready." Ute explained.

Carl did as he was told after which he was directed to walk out of the cold shower. His semi erect penis has shriveled significantly, but he did not attempt to hide it. I proceeded to lather him with shaving crème and shave every part of his body except of course his head and face. I found it challenging to shave another person especially the ass and pubic area. The latter was a particular challenge because it required me to grasp his penis which responded almost immediately.

Over the course of several minutes, I managed to remove almost all the stubble around his penis and ball sack, but it was more difficult than I imagined. Eventually I had to have him lay down on the floor and, unfortunately get my face up in his junk to see what I was doing. Now satisfied I was done, we had him go back in the cold shower to rinse off. Carl was allowed to shave his face on his own, except I directed him to completely remove his sideburns.

"Rose, Carl needs to have his cage on." Ute explained. "Since you will be the one carrying the key this weekend, you will need to know how to do this".

With that, Ute coached me on the processes of sliding the cage over his penis and strapping it under his balls. I assumed Carl was accustomed to wearing this for long periods of time. Ute demonstrated several processes I needed to understand for the weekend- including cleaning and peeing with the cage on. When Ute was satisfied, I knew what to do, she placed the small chain and key around my neck.

Carl, still naked, just stood there with his head down and looking dejected. He gave me impression of a little boy, with his body shaven and his shriveled cock locked in its cage. Unfortunately for Carl, we were far from finished.

Next it was make-up time. This was the most enjoyable aspect for me. Not because it was causing Carl further embarrassment, but because I enjoyed placing make-up on another 'girl'. I personally was too tomboyish to wear much make-up, but it was fun doing my girlfriends. Carl was a bigger challenge, but he did no have strong male features. This made the job much easier and both Ute and I were pleased with the results.

Dressing Carl's thin tall figure was my subsequent challenge. Ute had selected a pair of red modest rise panties for me put on him. Carl raised one foot at a time as I slipped them over is feet, up his legs and over his caged junk and ass. Except for the bulge of his cage, it was a good start. Ute had fashioned a red padded bra to complete the set. It was also modest as he had no cleavage to display, however it did give the impression of maybe an A or B cup.

We selected a chic floral button up summer dress for Carl. It was short sleeved and hemmed thigh high to show off 'her' long legs. The red flowers on white background were a good match for 'her' bra and panties. We buttoned up the dress enough to just show a hint of her red bra. A below-the-shoulder blond wig completed her ensemble. 'Carla' was ready for the weekend.

On the autobahn drive up to Frankfurt, I worked with Carla on her voice. It sounded a bit forced, but an hour or so was just not enough time to do much with it. It would have to do. At the final 'Raststätten' before our destination, we stopped to use the restroom.

"Carla, you might as well get used to this." I advised her.

"Rose, I am not sure this is a good idea. I have my career to consider..."

I interrupted her: "Your voice Carla, you must use your feminine voice all weekend. As far as your career, you have nothing to worry about. You are unrecognizable right now. You make a pretty lady. Now, let's go to the restroom, we are running late as it is.

I grabbed Carla by the hand and walked her inside the building. I was pretty sure this was not Carla's first time in heels- she was too practiced. It was probably her first time in public as a woman though. She was quite nervous and let me take the lead. Squeezing my hand, she followed me to the women's restroom. Carla kept her head down as we surveyed the room for a couple of stalls. We entered side by side stalls and took care of business and left without incident.

"That was pretty easy wasn't it, Carla?" I inquired.

"Truthfully, it was more exciting than I imagined." She replied.

"Good, now let's change the subject... Carla, do you like oral sex?"

He hesitated. "Yes, with women, of course."

"What do you like about it?" I prodded.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Have you ever gone down on a girl, I mean besides Ute?"

"Yes, of course."

"So then, what you like about it?"

Clearly uncomfortable, Carla forced a response: "I like to pleasure her."

"I'm calling bullshit."

I looked over to Carla, but she did not challenge me, so I continued:

"I watched you with Ute, that wasn't sexual. My guess is that even if you went down on a girl, it was perfunctory at best."

Still, no reaction from Carla.

"Personally, I love to give oral sex". I continued. "Whether it's going down on my girlfriend or even a blow job to a guy."

"I don't know where you are going with this." She offered.

"Carla, I just think the next time you give oral sex you should embrace the touch, the smells, the taste of the most sexually erotic part of your partner. It is really the most sensual part of sex."

"I don't think I need sex advice Rose."

"Okay, but just something you might think about should the situation present itself."

"Okay, Rose, but now I would really like to know what the plan is for the weekend."

"Well, that's fair Carla. The first thing is we will meet Liesel at her friend's apartment in Frankfurt. Her friend's name is Anja. That will give us a chance to freshen up before we go out clubbing".

"You want me to go out to clubs looking like this? What kind of clubs?

"I think you look very pretty Carla. As far as clubs it probably depends on Anja. She will know Frankfurt better than Liesel or I."

"Who is this, Anja." Carl asked.

"She is a butch lesbian. I can't tell you a whole lot more. I met her once or twice with her partner who is more of a femme, I have never been to their apartment, so you need to pay attention when we get to the city and help me find it.

...

It was already late at night when Carla and I joined Liesel at Anja's apartment.

Anja had dark brown, curly shoulder length hair. She was wearing a denim jacket, cut off above the midriff. I was pretty sure she wore nothing underneath. Her denim jeans hung well below her exposed belly button with two wide leather belts- one above her jeans and the other through the belt loops. She wore several rings on her fingers, but no other jewelry. Anja stood with a cigarette hanging from her month. I was pretty sure Carla was a little fearful of her despite Anja's relatively short stature.

Anja's girlfriend, Carmen was also there. She was taller than Anja, but a definite Femme.

I introduced Carla to Anja and Carmen. Carla already knew Liesel. Of course, at that time 'she' was a 'he' named Carl.

"Carla." Liesel teased. "I love the dress, wherever did you get it."

"It was a gift from Ute." I offered. You remember Ute- and her sub, Carl."

"Oh yes. I didn't much care for Carl, but Carla here seems lovely." Liesel observed. Then turning to Carla: "Don't worry, I'll look after you- these girls can get pretty crazy at the triangle."

Carla finally tried out her feminine voice with a question: "Triangle?" she asked.

Carla still had lots of work to do on the voice, but she seemed to be trying. "You'll see Carla." I promised. "But for now we can freshen up and have a drink before we leave."

From Anja's apartment the five of us took the tram to La Gata- a lesbian club just across the river from Bermudadreieck: The area of Frankfurt known as the "Bermuda Triangle". I had been to La Gata a few times but never ventured across the river to the gay culture in the Bermuda Triangle.

La Gata was a tiny new club in a rather old building. It had a rustic atmosphere, but a very friendly crowd. It was the only lesbian bar I had ever been to in Germany. I enjoyed it the couple times I had been there- lots of dancing and drinking at the bar. It was quite full by the time we arrived. Liesel, Carmen and Carla were a bit over dressed as only a handful of girls there wore dresses.

Anja and I made our way to the bar for drinks, leaving the girlie girls standing alone. As luck would have someone rang the large bell at the end of the bar and we got our first round free.

Carla was a bit nervous, but the combination of alcohol and the enjoyment of watching a room full of half-naked women dancing and making out kept her attention. She stayed close to Carmen and Liesel, especially whenever other girls approached. Carla was the only one of who kept off the dance floor though. As much fun as it was, after a couple hours I thought we needed a change of venue.

"We are all going to a friend's apartment. It is in walking distance." I announced to Carla

The five of us left La Gata and walked up Seehofstrasse to the nearby apartment of one of Anja's friends.

Carla, who looked like she was ready to just home was even more uncomfortable when we arrived at our destination. There were three new people for 'her' to meet at the apartment: Roland, Martina and our host Albert. I didn't know any of them. Roland and Martina appeared to be a couple.

On closer look I realized that Martina was a cross-dressed male to female. Much like Carla, Martina wore a flowered dress. Her plunging neckline revealed a clean-shaven bra-less chest. Martina's voice was much more practiced as a female. She was very thin and shorter than all of us- even Anja.

We all sat down in couples: Leisel and I, Anja and Carmen, and Roland and Martina. Carla sat nervously by herself while our host Albert left the room to get us drinks.

Albert was a big man, what we would call a 'bear' today. He was taller than six feet, a bit overweight. He had short brown hair and a full beard. His shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing his hairy barrel chest.

When Albert returned, he took Carla by the hand and sat her down beside him. I could tell Carla was very nervous. She sat beside the big man, obviously uncomfortable, quietly sipping her drink.

"Relax Carla." Albert suggested.

"I... I and not gay Albert." Carla protested.

"You say that like it's a bad thing... I'm not going to rape you, Carla."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that, I just..."

"You just like to dress up like a woman." He interrupted. "Are you a sissy?"

Carla briefly looked over at me, before looking back to answer Albert.

"I guess so". She whimpered in resignation.

"Well, you are a pretty one Carla."

Despite the awkward introduction, Carla settled down and lowered her guard. Carla and Albert hit it off well as the evening went on. By the time we returned to Anja and Carmen's apartment, I could tell that Carla was enjoying herself and her new friends.

...

Carla woke up the next morning to find the Liesel, Anja, Carmen and I in various stages of undress, getting ready for our Saturday. I am sure 'Carl' enjoyed the view, but 'Carla' was clearly anxious.

"What are our plans for today?" Carla queried.

"Liesel, Anja, Carmen and I are going get you ready for your date. Albert will be here in a few hours."

"What are you talking about, 'my date'?" Carla asked.

"I'll explain everything, while we get you ready, but you need to take your nightie off because I am sure you need shaving again."

Carla looked around the room. "Where shall we go?"

"Don't be silly." I declared. "We are all girls here. Now off with your clothes!"

With only a moment's hesitation, Carla removed her nightie and stood before us naked except for her cock cage. Her face was beet red and her quickly cock stiffened inside its cage. I assumed it was the first time Carla had ever been naked in front of a group of women. But I couldn't be certain. Carla's belonged to Ute, much as I did to Gebhard. Both Gebhard and Ute belonged to a group of

Carla stood silently expecting some sort of response from the group.

The four of us girls did not say a word. Instead, we began to get ourselves made up while taking turns working on Carla. I eventually explained things to her:

"Carla, I promised you the whole girl experience this weekend, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I am not gay."

I ignored her declaration. "You are going out on a date with a guy who likes you. Don't you like Albert?"

"Yes, but not like that."

"Just go out with him. You will enjoy going out dressed this way, trust me."

"Where is he taking me?"

"He is taking you out to get something to eat. Just enjoy your time with him. Enjoy walking in public all prettied up in your dress. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do Carla. After lunch he will bring you back here."

Carla looked unsure, but I continued trying to calm her nerves while putting the finishing touches on her.

Albert arrived just as we were admiring our work on Carla. When I brought Carla out to the living room, Albert was already seated comfortably on the couch. He stood as we entered and complimented Carla's appearance. After a few moments of chit chat, Albert and Carla were on their way for their date.

Anja, Carmen Liesel and I went out to get some food for tonight's dinner. Unfortunately, we couldn't watch Carla's lunch with Albert. The whole time I wondered how she was doing. The four of us got back to Anja's apartment well before Albert and Carla. When they arrived midafternoon, we sent Albert to his apartment to get some alcohol. That gave us time to hear Carla' report.

"So, Carla, tell us everything and leave nothing out" I implored him."

Carla began:

"Albert took me back to the Bermuda Triangle for lunch. I am not sure the name of the place, but I assumed it was a gay establishment of some kind. There were lots of guys, and a few (he hesitated) I guess you would say 'women' like me. It was exciting to be out dressed as I am. He ordered my wine, which I sipped as slowly as I could. I felt relaxed, but I didn't want to get drunk. Albert is quite pleasant, and we had a good conversation. It did not take me too long to be comfortable there. Even his friends were nice"

"A few drinks later, I realized he had grasped my hand as we continued talking. He has very strong, firm hands. I tried not to think about that as we continued our conversation. After a few minutes he reached over to kiss me. To my surprise I did not turn away. It felt strange to me, but I was not repulsed as I thought I would be.

"Is he a good kisser?" Carmen inquired.

I had never kissed a man on the lips before. It was weird, not soft like a women's lips. Plus, as you know Albert has a beard, so that was strange too.

"Did you kiss him back" Carmen questioned:

"Any tongue involved?" Anja Probed

Carla continued her story:

"At first, I just kept still and pressed my lips tight, but then I relaxed and kissed him back. No tongue, and it did not last that long. After that Albert kissed me several more times, all in much the same way. It made me feel more like a girl- or at least what I imagined it would be like to be a girl- his girl now. It's hard to explain, but he was one of the biggest guys in the room and seemed to be very popular. Somehow, that gave me confidence as a girl.

"What did you guys talk about?" I asked.

"We just had drinks and got to know each other. We talked about a lot of stuff... lots of guy stuff like sports. So, it was normal except of course for me being dressed like this and trying to be a lady. There is not much else to say really. After that we came back here." Carl concluded.

Moments later Albert returned to the apartment. We all took seats as couples in the living room: Leisel and I, Anja and Carmen and Carla and Albert.

Albert asked how I came to know Carla. I gave him the abbreviated version as I was not sure how much I should disclose about the group Gebhard and Ute belonged to. I also did not want to reveal personal and professional information without knowing what Carla already told him.

"So, Carla likes to be spanked?" Albert inferred.

I looked at Carla to prompt her response.

"Yes, I do." She mumbled.

Albert playfully brought Carla over his knee and lifted her skirt over her ass and took a couple swats with his hand. "Something like that?" Albert taunted her.

"Yes, something like that Albert." Carla answered.

Albert is strong, and Carla was quite obviously defenseless in the moment, but it was all pretty playful. After a few more swats, she tried to get up, but Albert gently held her down. The rest of us expressed our enjoyment of the show.

"I think she prefers a bare bottom spanking." Anja mused.

"Is that so?" Albert urged. Without waiting for an answer, he yanked Carla's panties completely off her and began cupping her ass with his big hands".

"Such a nice smooth bottom." He teased.

He began spanking Carla's bare ass several times. It was both humiliating for her and exciting at the same time. The girls encouraged Albert to continue, but he stopped after several slaps. Carla's ass was slightly reddened as a result, but she made no whimper during the playful spanking.

Albert stood her and asked Carla if she was okay.

"I am fine." She muttered

Albert stood up and walked up to where Carla was standing and stood close in front of her. Without warning he placed his hands on the side of her head and kissed her on the lips. It was clear to those of us watching this unfold that she kissed him back. Anja, Carmen, Leisel and I all sat quietly anticipating how far this would go.

We watched as Albert reached around to unzip the back of Carla's dress. He said nothing as lifted her dress over her head in one continuous motion. At this point Carla was naked except for her red bra, panties and her shoes- and of course her cock cage. My suspicions about Carl as a closet sissy seemed to be playing out. 'he' claimed to have never had a sexual experience with another man and I believed 'him'. But here he had spent the weekend as Carla, and he seemed fit for the role. If it was true that Carl had never had a gay sexual experience, I was about to witness 'her' first time.

Albert looked down at Carla's red panties and pulled them down exposing 'her' caged privates. He cupped her balls with his hand for just a minute before stepping back and looking her over.

I observed the force of Carla's penis pressing hard against its cage and realized she was turned on by this. Maybe it was the training from Ute, but she didn't try to hide her nudity from Albert. I think Albert liked what he saw.

Carla looked briefly in my direction. I tried to read the expression on her face: Was she angry that I put her in this position? Was she humiliated that an enlisted soldier was watching her, a commissioned officer, transition into a sissy? Or did she recognize that she was now submissive to me and a willing participant? I couldn't tell, but the moment passed, and Carla turned back to give Albert her attention.

Without saying a word, Albert took off his shirt to expose a hairy upper body- arms, back, chest and belly all covered in thick brown hair that matched the color of his beard. He then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. His gut was hanging slightly over his underwear.

Carla stood motionless in front of Albert looking as though she was having second thoughts. But if she felt like running, she wasn't exactly dressed for flight."

Sensing Carla's discomfort, Albert offered he a lifeline: "Are you okay with this Carla?" he asked.

Carla glanced down at his underwear and the obvious bulge. Looking at the masculine body in front of her, she must have been asking herself the same question.

"Carla, are you okay? Albert persisted.

Carla was no longer paying attention to me. She appeared to be deliberately looking away from me and focusing instead on Albert. "Yes." she meekly responded. "I am fine. I have never done this before... with a guy I mean. But it's all good Albert." she confirmed.

Albert said nothing as he pulled down his underwear and stood there naked for a moment before sitting back down on the edge a nearby empty chair. Carla remained standing a few feet directly in front of him"

The four of us girls tried to get a peek at just how big Albert's package was. I mean we have never seen it but expected it to be large. From where I sat at the time his penis was still soft at that time, but it appeared very thick, and probably 6 inches flaccid. He was very hairy down there as well and his balls looked big hanging in that hairy sack. I was not sure Carla would go through with whatever was going to happen. All that hair was personally a little bit of a turn off for me. Us girls just gave each other a knowing glance, but quickly returned to watch what Carla would do.

Carla walked slowly toward Albert and knelt in front of him- right between his knees. Albert's dick was only a foot or so from her face now. Carla said nothing as she quietly reached up and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She gazed up at Albert for just a moment. It was obvious that she had never touched another cock before though I could see this was exciting to her.

Carla reached below Albert's cock with her free hand to feel his hairy ball sack. She seemed engrossed by all this. Feeling his penis growing in her hand, touching his huge velvety soft mushroom head, and toying with Albert's balls. Carla was enjoying it.

She then leaned forward and put her mouth right up to the front of his cock. I was sure she had never seen a cock up close like that before. 'She could surely smell his scent,' I thought. Carla touched the tip of his cock with her lips. She kept he mouth there for just a few seconds before sliding her lips over the helmet of his shaft. The texture was something she had never imagined. She pushed her tongue against the tip of his cock- enjoying the taste of it.

Carla looked up at Albert as if to ask, 'should I continue'? Seeing the eager expression on his face, she slid her mouth down his growing shaft. She tried to swallow as much of his cock as she could, sucking and feeling her tongue along the way. But his shaft was growing so long she could not take that much of it. I mean she could still fit most of her hand between her lips and the base of his cock, so the thing was huge.

She slid up and down his cock with her mouth. Carla had to open her jaws wide to accommodate his girth. She started to gag. The head of penis apparently struck the back of her throat several times as she moved back and forth.

She finally was brave enough to look up at him as she was blowing him. Albert was beginning to make sounds in between calling her name to tell me how good she was making him feel. Carla liked that.

Albert's cock was rock hard now. I was pretty sure that Carla must be tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip of shaft. Albert appeared to be close to ejaculating, though I couldn't be too sure how long he had. Carla kept going and I knew she was going to get a mouth full of cum, if she didn't release his cock from her mouth.

Suddenly Albert bellowed loudly and arched his back against the chair. He grunted loudly and his whole body tensed up as he ejaculated. Carla let him cum inside her mouth. It shot to the back of her throat and she almost gagged. He came a lot, Carla's mouth was full of both his cock and his cum. He didn't pull away, so she had no choice but to swallow it. She kept sucking on his softening cock and swallowing the cum in her throat. Cum was also dripping out of the corners of her mouth. After the first few pulsating jets of cum he still had watery cum dripping from his cock and she just sucked that down as well.

The girls all cheered Carla, still naked, slowly stood up.

"Carla you are such a cock sucking whore." Anja teased.'

"Come with me and let's get you all cleaned up." I offered. I took her by the hand and walked her to the bathroom.

Once we were alone, I continued: "I'm so proud of you. "You are not a blowjob virgin anymore Carla."

She looked at me. "Rose, can you just leave me alone; I can do this."

"No Carla." I replied, "I need to touch up your make-up." After a few silent moments of working on her I continued: "Tell me Carla, how did you like your first cock."

Carla sat silently staring in the mirror. I hunched over her shoulder and looked at her through the mirror. Smiling I said: "Don't worry lieutenant, this will be our little secret. You seem a little distraught right now, but you make a beautiful sissy girl. I know you loved having that big cock cum in your mouth. This is who you are Carla, it's okay. I'll leave you here to get it together. Don't be long. You need to say goodnight to your boyfriend and then we girls are going to have some fun." I left him there staring at the girl in the mirror.

Several minutes later. Carla returned to the living room dressed in her red bra and panties as well as her high heeled shoes. He make-up was all retouched and wig still in place.

Albert now dressed, hugged her, offered her a drink and walked her back to the couch. About an hour later, Albert announced that he had to leave. Carla walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye.

Carla then returned to the living room.

"I need to get my dress back on girls." She announced.

"Not just now Carla." I advised. "Come sit with us and let's talk."

A reluctant Carla took her seat.

Anja broke the silence: "The big question is, did you like it. I mean is there more cock for you in your future Carla?"

"I guess I did, but I am not so sure about the future." Carla responded.

"Carla, I have seen you take Ute's strap-on. I mean do you think you could handle Albert's size?" I asked.

"You mean in my ass? I am not sure about that Rose. I... I and not gay Rose. Besides he is much bigger than that the strap-on or any dildo Ute has used on me. My jaw is sore from this afternoon. I think I would have preferred my first time to be alone with him. It's been a confusing weekend. I don't know what else, if anything I would do with a man," Carla explained.

"From where I sat you loved every minute of it." Liesel offered.

Carla looked over at Liesel. "I guess right now I am just glad this is over now. I think I would like to be Carl again for the rest of the weekend".

"Oh, that's cute Carla. You thought this was your choice? It is not over yet Carla, not by a long shot. Ute gave you to me for the weekend. We have more planned for you." I promised.

Carla sat in thoughtful silence, she looked at each of us girls, then back to me. "What do you mean Rose, are we going out again tonight." Carla questioned.

"No Carla. Us girls are all staying in tonight and you will be entertaining us." I explained.

Carla sat there staring at me. She was at a loss for words, but her face exposed her thoughts- a mixture of disappointment, alarm, anxiety and trepidation. The rest of the girls, all seated, were waiting in anticipation.

"Why don't you start by standing up in front of us." I directed.

Carla hesitated. She looked around the room for support from the other girls, but realized she had no cohorts. Reluctantly Carla resigned herself to her fate and slowly stood up to the center of the room. She stared back at me.

"Is this what you want Rose?" Carla inquired.

"Oh, don't be hurt Carla. You are going to serve us dinner and drinks to start with."

"To start with?" He queried.

"Yes Carla, to start with" I parodied. "But first, there is something missing. I brought is favorite butt plug along. Who wants to do the honors?"

Anja was quick to respond: "I got this".

Carla was obviously dejected. Anja is small, but she is intimidating none-the-less. Carla assumed a position on all fours, ass high and ready. Anja pulled Carl's panties over her tooshie, lubed the medium sized butt plug and without warning worked its way in Carla's ass with a 'pop'. Then Anja replaced Carla's panties. When Carla stood up. Anja grabbed Carla's cage through her panties and gave it a tug. Anja turned to me: "Rose, do you think we can take this off? I am curious how this sissy's cock compares to Alberts.

"What do you think girls?"

Carmen, who had been quiet all day was ambivalent I" could live without seeing it, but it's up to you girls."

"I have seen it before." Leisel offered. "It is nothing special, but let's see it anyway."

I removed the chain around my neck that secured the key. "Okay girls let's see Carla's cock". I looked up at Carla's face before inserting the key. She remained expressionless. I removed the cage quickly and without touching his package more than necessary. I did not want him to get aroused all over my hands. Once removed his ball sack drop and his semi hard cock popped out.

Carla had a decent length, but it was relatively thin with no real mushroom head. He was uncut, but his little head was just peeking out of its hood at that moment. He was cleanly shaven, and his smooth ball sack displayed the clear outlines of his two balls. Except for the completely shaven body he looked like a think but masculine boy from the neck down. With the wig and make-up, he looked feminine from the neck up.

"You're all set pretty girl. No touching yourself." I directed.

"Now how about getting us drinks before you start dinner." Anja gloated.

"Yes, mistress, Anja" A defeated Carla muttered.

Anja, Carmen, Leisel and I enjoyed a pleasant dinner and drinks as Carla served us. Occasionally Carla's dick would begin to get hard, but we did not encourage it. Mostly it bounced up and down or side to side as she went about her chores.

Once she completed her tasks, we asked Carla to return to the living room. She stood in front of us waiting for her next instruction.

"Carla, now that you have had both, do you like pussy or cock? Anja asked.

"Pussy, mistress Anja."

"Do you enjoy Ute's 70-year-old pussy or young pussy." I asked.

"Young pussy mistress."

"So, you have four girls sitting in front of you, whose pussy would you most like to taste Carla?" Anja asked.

"I... I am not sure." Carla stammered. She looked over at me. "I guess Rose's pussy."

"Rose's pussy? Really, not mine?" Anja taunted. "Well, I'll tell you what: We will let you look at each pussy and then see if you change your mind. Anja removed both belts she was wearing and slid her pants down below her knees. She was not wearing underwear, which surprised none of us. Still seated she leaned back and spread her legs exposing her natural bush. "Come take a good look Carla.

Carla walked toward Anja bent over slightly and looked at Anja's pussy. As Carla stepped back Anja pulled her pants back up.

"Carmen, you are next." Anja directed.

Carmen was obviously not into this game, but she complied with Anja's dictate. Carmen slowly lifted her dress above her belly. Anja then pulled Carmen's panties down enough to expose a completely shaven pussy for Carla's perusal. Carmen looked directly at Carla- I don't think she wanted to expose her pussy to Carla. Carla looked at Carmen, then glanced down at Carmen's exposed private area.

"Good girl, Carmen." Anja quipped. Anja then put her head between Carmen's legs and gently kissed her girlfriend's pussy as if to reinforce her appreciation before restoring her panties in place. She kissed a red-faced Carmen on the lips as Carmen slid her dress back down in place.

"Well, you have seen my pussy before, but I guess it's my turn." Leisel announced before she too exposed a nearly smooth pussy, save for a pretty landing strip above.

Finally, it was my turn. I knew 'Carl' had a thing for me- at least 'he' did at one time. I took off my pants and panties and tossed the aside. As Carla approached, I noticed she was pretty well hard. Her long cock was now pointed upwards. I opened my legs for her to see. Like Anja, I was all natural, but with much lighter pubic hair. Carla took her time examining me. I remained pant less until she walked away.

Well Carla, did you change your mind?" Anja asked.

"No mistress" She muttered.

"You still want to taste Rose's pussy? Anja questioned.

Carla looked at me and he answered Anja. "Yes Mistress"

"Then say it!" Anja demanded.

"I want to taste Roses' pussy." She declared.

"You look horny Carla. "Are you horny." I asked.

Carla stood squirming with a now raging hard on. "Yes mistress, I am horny."

I looked at the other girls. "She was probably thinking of Alberts big cock" I offered. "How is that butt plug feeling Carla?"

"Fine mistress." She meekly replied.

"Come over here Carla." I directed. I grabbed a much larger butt plug and lubed it up. "Get down on all fours Carla." I declared.

Carla complied. Her erection stood parallel to her horizontal torso, balls hanging down. I twisted the butt plug and pulled it out from between her ass cheeks. Her sphincter relaxed a bit. Picking out the larger butt plug I informed her that this would be a bit uncomfortable. Then without warning I inserted the large plug.

Carla was clearly uncomfortable with the plug inserted, but she managed to stand upright again. Her penis softened slightly.

I gazed down at the exposed end of the plug. "Do you think you could take Albert's cock in your ass Carla?" I asked. Carla did not answer immediately so I gave her a bare-handed slap on the nearest ass cheek. "Answer me sissy." I bellowed.

Surprised, Carla turned to me and finally responded: "I am not sure mistress."

Anja got up and stood on the other side of Carla. Carmen and Leisel remained seated, watching intently. "I have a strap-on almost as big as Albert's cock, maybe we could test it out on him." Anja offered.

"Are you volunteering Anja." I asked.

Anja laughed. Not me, I don't switch teams. You and Liesel are the only ones here who play both sides.

Liesel spoke out: "I Pass! Besides Carla has a thing for Rose, not me"

"No girls, I have a better idea." I offered. "Carla, put your hands on your head, and leave them there."

Carla did as she was told.

I continued. "Now let's see if we can make Carla cum without touching her with any part of our bodies." Turning to Carla I continued: "Carla you are not allowed to touch yourself."

"Yes mistress." She replied.

I continued. "If you can successfully control yourself and not cum until we allow it, then I will allow you to eat my pussy. However, if you cum before we allow it, then you will be punished for the rest of the evening. I warn you it will be more severe than the punishment you received in Gebhard's basement. Do you agree to this?" I concluded.

Carla appeared ready to object, but once all the girls excitedly agreed, Carla resigned herself to her fate.

"Yes mistress, I agree." Carla consented.

Anja, walked over to her girlfriend, took her by the hand and walked her up to Carla. "Carla, At the club last night, I noticed you had become friends with my girl. Would you like to see Carmen naked?" Anja teased.

Carla hesitated. Apparently, she was not sure Carmen was okay with it. 'Maybe he has one redeeming character trait.' I thought.

"Well, do you?" Anja persisted.

"Y-Yes Mistress."

"Tell her."

"Carmen, I would like to see you naked"

"Carmen?" Anja directed.

Carmen was clearly uncomfortable, but obedient to Anja. She turned to face away from Carla and Anja so that Anja could unbutton the back of her dress. Carmen was a beautiful girl, about 5'4" tall, shoulder length blond hair parted in the middle. She was a very beautiful femme, normally very quiet and submissive to Anja.

Anja unbuttoned Carmen's dress all the way down her back, slipped the dress off Carmen's shoulder and let the dress fall to the floor. Carmen was wearing matching blue lace panties and bra. Anja slid Carmen's panties to the floor, exposing her small, firm ass. Finally, Anja unhooked Carmen's bra and let it fall to the floor. Feigning modesty Carmen covered her boobs with her hands.

"Now turn around and give Carla a good look at your beautiful body." Anja directed.

Carmen slowly turned around, then dropped her hands to her side. She was now completed naked, except for the sterling silver slave collar around her neck. She wore no other jewelry. I enjoyed my first view. Along with Carla, this was my first look at Carmen's tiny breasts. Her small, light areolae covered most of her boobs and her nipples were barely discernable. Carla seemed to enjoy the sight- I remember I did.

Anja directed Carmen to return to her seat and then left the room.

I turned to my girl: "Liesel, it's your turn." I instructed. Liesel was my girlfriend, not really my sub, though she complied without hesitation. Soon that beautiful young girl of mine also stood naked in front of Carla. Her long blond hair nearly reached her cute little tush. She was almost as tall as me, but much thinner and, I must admit, more feminine. It was obvious that Carla also appreciated her. She was always tanned which made her blond hair stand out more prominently than it would otherwise. She trimmed her pussy hair closely above her slit. Her boobs were firm and only slightly smaller than mine. Like Carmen, Leisel remained naked after stripping down and returned to her seat on the couch.

Anja returned already naked and with several toys in her hand. I enjoyed seeing her naked body once again. Like me, she was much more butch than our girlfriends. She was short, but very athletic. I am not sure if she worked out, but her little body displayed a muscular tone. Also like me, she did not shave her pits, or trim her pussy hair, though she did appear to shave her legs. Her flat chest made her look slightly boyish. She was very comfortable being naked.

Anja walked right up to Carla who was still standing in the center off the room with her hands on her head. "On your knees!" Anja commanded. Anja then reached up from behind Carla and placed handcuffs on her hands. "This is just to prevent you from playing with yourself." She explained. Then she picked up a paddle and stood behind Carla.

"Stand up! Now, are you ready to see your sweet Rose get naked?" Anja asked.

"Yes." Carla mumbled as she awkwardly stood up.

Anja reached back and swung the paddle hard against Carla's ass cheek. "What did you say?"

Surprised and smarting from the pain, Carla managed to respond: "Yes mistress?"

Another smack on the ass.

"Are you asking me? Try again! Anja demanded.

"Yes Mistress!" Carla managed.

"Very well. Rose, would you like to get naked."

Without answering, I moved directly in front of Carla. She, or at that time 'he" had seen me naked on a few occasions. So, I decided to be a little playful. Mine was the naked body she wanted but would never have. I knew her penis would respond to me, and I was not down. Soon I joined my three friends and Carla's cock was rigid at the sight of the four naked women in from of him.

"Do not come before we give you permission or you will get the full wrath of Anja's paddle... do you understand Carla" I asked.

"Yes Mistress." She acknowledged.

Anja took her seat on the couch with Liesel and Carmen.

Carla was struggling to keep her mind off her throbbing cock.

I grabbed a long feather with one hand and began stroking the bottom of Carla's ball sack with it. With the other hand I removed the butt plug from her ass and tossed it on the floor. Carla closed her eyes.

"Keep your eyes open... look at those three beautiful ladies over there. Have you ever seen women have sex with each other Carla?" I asked.

"N-No Mistress." Carla managed to answer.

"I bet you would like that." I continued. Then moving the feather up and down his long thin shaft prodded her: "Wouldn't you like that Carla".

"Yes mistress... please let me cum!"

"I can't do that just now Carla. You need to learn self-control" I answered.

I glanced over at the couch in time to see Anja and Carmen kissing each other in an erotic show. Liesel was sitting quietly, pleasing herself. "Liesel come over here and help me." I directed.

Leisel walked over the opposite side of Carla. I handed Leisel the feather and then picked up the paddle for myself. Leisel continued stroking Carla with the feather.

"No Carla, listen carefully." I explained. You must not come before I give you permission. I can give you a spanking to keep your mind off your throbbing penis, or Leisel can stroke you with her feather if you feel you can receive sensuality without ejaculating. So, do you want pain or pleasure?

"Please spank me mistress!" Carla begged.

I reached back with my arm and swung hard for her ass: Whack! Whack! Whack!

Carla grunted in pain, but kept her eyes fixated on Anja and Carmen playing on the couch.

"Please mistress, I can't hold back... spank me!" Carla cried.

Carla's cock started bobbing up and down on its own.

"I think he's going to cum!" Liesel shrieked.

Suddenly Carla groaned loudly, and his penis began shooting cum across the floor. His shaft bounced up and down even as the squirting ceased.

"That is so gross!" Carmen screamed as she grabbed her clothes and left the room.

Anja broke out in laughter. "Looks like the sissy boy is in for some punishment tonight. She exclaimed.

Carla, relieved but dejected, resigned herself to an evening of punishment.

This was my last encounter with Carl. During the remaining six months of Carl's tour in in Germany, I seldom saw him. The two of us went in different directions in our alternative lifestyle choices. Carl continued to explore cross dressing and sissy lifestyle. I don't know if he continued to explore his sexuality. I was more interested in BDSM, but not so much the humiliation aspect that Carl seemed to enjoy. I was stationed in Germany for another eight months after the events in this story and continued my relationship with Gebhard during that time. Sadly, I lost all contact with him when I left Germany but have thought about him often.