Claudia was the first German I met after my arrival and the last one I saw after my last recent return visit. She has been since that first meeting, and always will be, my best friend, confidant and the kind of person I, and many others, aspire to be. Strong, Confident, Insanely Intelligent, Unswervingly Loyal and Straight Forward. Claudia was, over the years, a Teacher, local Journalist, Devout Feminist, currently a Legal assistant in a Bank; and a Lesbian, which, as such was her contract with herself, contained a limited exception clause, under which I once enjoyed the pleasure of receiving a limited dispensation. There is no one on earth I respect more.
I met Claudia right after I arrived in Germany for my first duty assignment, several years before I met my Ex-wife or Roni. I was walking, lost on the street, when she came up to me as she had seen the "lost American" look before. We hit it off immediately. She took me under her wing and showed me around the city.
She was beautiful. Claudia was German by birth, born to an Irish Father and German mother. She had light red hair that was long or short depending on her mood or season. I swear she could grow it past shoulder length in a matter of days. Her beautiful, bright blue, mesmerizing eyes accentuated the beauty of her face and could light up any room.
She was tall, 5'9", model looks, and was a perfect, lean, a 36-24-36 figure. Although I was never a big "chest" man, even my jaw dropped the first time I saw her in a bikini. She had huge 36DD tits that absolutely defied gravity. At the beach a few weeks after we met, she took of her top, and I got to take in her glorious long, thick nipples, a good inch long and as thick as my thumb. I once joked to her that her breasts thought they were small B cup breasts, the way they levitated, and they had their own mini-boobs. She laughed, we had a strange relationship dynamic, but for us, it worked.
Claudia very seldom wore a bra and she didn't need to and as far as I could tell, no one around ever cared, lol. They were large, real and Nerf-ball firm. They stood on their own. I originally fell for her quickly and she quickly picked up on it, sat me down for a quick talk; she told me she was, at one time, Bi sexual and enjoyed men a lot, but was now a devout lesbian. We ended up as best friends.
She did have lots of beautiful straight and Bi female friends but she was very leery of introducing them to Americans. They so often turned out to be wham-bam, run away assholes. As we grew closer, she decided I was somehow different, since I hadn't jumped on the usual dozen or two "easy" girls every GI in town fell in to when they first arrived.
One day, while we were out walking through the city, she decided it would be fine to introduce me to her friends and see what happened - maybe one of them would want to date me. We were walking by a café and she saw several of them seated out front so we stopped for a coffee and she introduced me. Was this heaven, while not as beautiful as Claudia, all 7 of them were at least an 8.5 to her 10.
We stayed there for an hour or two then said our good-byes and left. After we walked away she told me she could tell at least 3 of the girls liked what they saw. That got a big smile from me. We stopped at a store and bought some wine and snacks and went back to her apartment as we had many times. We spent the evening on the balcony, drinking wine and eating snacks. We got a bit drunk as she quizzed me on my past relationships and tried to give me advice on how to treat and date a German girl.
It got a bit chilly so we went inside. The interrogation and "how to" lessons continued. I think I passed the class. About two in the morning, she set down her glass.
OK Dale, I'll be dammed if I turn over a bad guy to any of my friends. She evidently wasn't referring to Bad-boy Bad, because she climbed on to my lap and drove her tongue in to my mouth.
I was speechless. She pulled back and told me I should try a little harder. I tried to state confusion and she just stated that if I couldn't kiss well or make them orgasm with mouth, fingers or cock, she wouldn't feel right. OK, I muttered, I'll try harder.
We spent the night "working" on my techniques. To say that this lesbian knew her way around a man is an understatement. She taught me how to "treat a girl right." Everything I thought I knew about sex with a woman changed that night. She taught me how to treat a clit, where to find the g-spot and how to make her (or any woman) orgasm.
I didn't get to fuck her but did finger her for a long time, hot, wet and tight - my favorite type. Before stopping, she said I deserved a little release. This "devout Lesbian" proceeded to give me the single best blowjob I have ever had up to that point in my life.
Thinking back now, that must have been her first granting of "Special Dispensation. I was a more than happy recipient.
When finished, she whispered in my ear; "nice cock." After pausing for effect, she added - for a guy. Being warm and not made rubber is a plus; then she laughed loudly. I stuck my tongue out at her. She then made her final statement about this evening. This never happened, and would never happen again, and I should never mention it to anyone. I guess I just failed.
Her lessons helped me a lot. I dated several of her friends and she reported I had learned well. I continue to be friends with many of them to this day. Unfortunately, the skills she taught me got me stuck with my Ex-wife. But that lead me to Roni, so I guess it worked out well in the end.
Now, back to current day with Roni.
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Things have gone well in the last two weeks. Our already good relationship was moving forward since "The Awakening of Roni" to her inner slut. I used the new control mechanism sparingly. Using it to tease her with imaginary cocks, she liked it. She could be her old shy, conservative self, yet when "Master" took control, she could feel 100% free let her inner slut roam free without any regrets or judgment.
I ran a few, small, Roni "shy safe" types of tests when we were out and there was no one around we knew. I'd quietly invoke "Slut" and make take baby steps such as flirting or teasing this guy or that one. Once, I made her go to the restroom and remove her panties at a club. She was then told to "accidently" flash her pussy, from under her "Sausage" dress, under the table at to two young guys sitting across from us.
For the last test that night, I took her to a second club we had never been to, one young GIs go to a lot. I made her follow me in separately, after 30 seconds. Once in, if I gave her a nod, "Slut" was commanded to go to the dance floor; She is a sexy dancer. Her "Slut-structions" told her to find a dark corner of the floor, in front of where I'd be standing. Right on cue, the young GIs were all vying for her attention. As instructed, she had to dance with anyone who came up to her. She must have ended up with 10 or 12 cocks being pressed up against her at different times and had as many as 5 different guy insert fingers into her pussy. About an hour, maybe a little more, she gave me a look, fear, heat, and lust - her eyes told many stories, I nodded to the door and we left. When we got home, she fucked me like an animal for hours.
The next day we had a long talk. She ended up telling me she loved what she felt the night before, the freedom and how much she enjoyed being desired. She said it was like letting a second person live. She could be her every day Roni, quiet, shy, reserved; then, when "Slut" was summoned, she was someone else entirely. Free to enjoy all it offered.
I decided right there to ramp up her submission.
*** Roni's first, and total, Submission ***
This week, Roni had to go to an out of town work seminar, so I was alone to do my own thing. We would talk each day for an hour or so in the early evening, usually right after work around 5pm.
Could my luck (or is that Roni's luck?... hmm, I'll ponder that thought some other time) be any better, an opportunity quickly presented itself for me to move on to the next step.
On Tuesday morning, at the gym, my riding partner Mason told me there was an amateur bike race in a nearby large city on Thursday and asked if I'd like to go. I said sure. When I got to work I put in for a weekend pass, which was approved right away. That night I told Roni. She told me to have fun and to tell Mason she said hello.
Roni liked Mason. He was quiet and shy like her and very polite and she "approved" of me spending time with him - he was "safe" and like me, not a "real" American. By that she means we respected the people and culture of the country and didn't expect the locals to bend to our way of doing things.
Roni's thoughts of him would change very soon; Mason would lose his "Safe" tag in short order, much to Roni's delight; that encounter is being "put to paper" as you read this.
Time to start setting this plan in to motion.
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