From velvet@znet.com Thu Aug 21 09:11:02 1997
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Subject: RP: author - deirdre : Retreat - retreat.txt
From: Story Master <velvet@znet.com>
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 1997 06:11:02 -0700
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Retreat


	"If you *will*, I'll do something for *you* that you'll like."

	My husband, Carl, knew what I was talking about. We both
knew but never spoke about the fact that I couldn't bring myself
to take his cock in my mouth. He was good about it, but we
didn't talk about it and his voluntary silence made me feel
guilty anyway.

	But now I was offering to do it. And though he didn't
reveal a hint of recognition, he knew exactly what I was
offering. But I would be getting the better end of the deal.
What was I getting in return?

	This story starts when Carl and I were out one weekend,
hiking. We are serious hikers and we were trying out a trail
that ran pretty far off the beaten path--in fact we were forty
miles from any road. We were alone, but we liked it that
way--working together, depending on each other. But we were in
for a surprise--when we reached the edge of a valley and looked
down, there were a bunch of people hiking down the valley floor.
They were all women. And they didn't look like serious
hikers--they hadn't walked two miles, much less forty. They were
dressed in shorts and sneakers.

	Carl immediately wondered aloud if there were a nearby
road that we didn't know about. It was certainly possible that
some private road could have been cut since our map was
published. They didn't see us and we didn't try to get their
attention--we just watched them hike on their way around the
bend. Then we continued on our own way which was across the
valley and along its far ridge in the opposite direction from
where they were walking. We talked a little about where they
might have come from, but we were soon to find out. In a minute,
we could sense that there was a building ahead, and soon we
looked over a ridge and saw a large cabin in a clearing in the
valley, complete with a large grassy yard fenced in with a chain
link fence, and a parking lot, and a road heading away from us
down the valley. And that's not all--the biggest shock was the
sight we saw in the yard!

	There must have been fifty or so men in the yard, all
lined up and naked! They were kneeling in a line. They all had
blindfolds over their eyes and collars around their necks. Each
collar had a leash or chain or something--I couldn't tell from
the distance. And behind each man was a woman holding the chain
as well as a whip. The women were all dressed in shorts just
like the hikers had been. And some of the women were using the
whips on the man they held! Apparently they were making them all
do something in unison and yelling at them and using the whips
to get them together. They had all the men stand up. Then each
woman walked around her man and lifted his cock with the whip.
Some of the men were hard.

	Then they all went in back of the men and ordered them
to grab their ankles. The men obeyed. Then all the men got
whipped. Then they made the men get on hands and knees. Then the
women picked up dildoes and started pushing them into the men's asses.

	We just stared at the spectacle. I couldn't believe my
eyes. Carl was obviously flabbergasted too. We instinctively
slipped back the way we came and headed back toward where we had
camped the night before. Still, I wondered what the men would be
made to do next.

	On the way back, we ran into another hiker--obviously a
woman on a short hike like the others we had seen. She was
coming down the same trail we were and we all noticed each other
before we even had time to think of ducking out. She said hi and
asked us about our hiking. She was friendly enough so we told
her we had planned a weekend in the wilderness and had been
surprised to find people here. She answered by telling us about
the place. She said it was a place where couples came on
weekends to pursue a particular "hobby" that they shared--men
allowing themselves to be enslaved for a weekend. She asked us
if we had seen it and we told her what we had seen. We were
curious and asked her about who the people were and everything.
She said they were just ordinary couples who liked this sort of
thing and had found out about the club in one way or another.
She said any couple who was interested could come for a weekend,
that the price was very reasonable, and everyone had a great time.

	Well, we finally split up and Carl and I both made a
couple of comments about how strange some people are. But later
on, I found myself imagining what it would be like to go there
with Carl--just for a weekend. I didn't say anything then or
during our whole walk back, but all that walking must have given
me a lot of time to think about it and picture it. By the middle
of the week, I found myself sounding out Carl about what he
thought about those adventurous couples, then I went straight
out and asked him if he'd be interested in going.

	He looked wary. It was obvious to me that a part of him
didn't want to go and that another part of him didn't want to
disappoint me. I could see that it was a lot for him to swallow.
I wondered if there were another, hidden part of him that would
love going. I hoped so.

	So I made my offer. He knew what I was saying and I
could see the interest in his eyes as he searched mine to see if
I really meant it. To help him, I reminded him that it was just
a weekend, and that he could easily make himself endure it to
humor me. At last he agreed. I had a lump in my throat. I was
suddenly very nervous--both about the weekend adventure we were
going to try and about what I had promised. I think we both knew
he would be getting his reward after the weekend. We knew each other.

	Well, I was jumpy the rest of the week. The hiker in the
woods had told us the name of a business whose owner ran the
club on the side. I went to it and asked for the owner. I think
he immediately knew what I wanted. I brought up my interest in a
club I believed he ran. Soon he was telling me all the details
of signing up and getting there. He wanted to know when we would
be going, offering the upcoming weekend! Actually it was
Thursday and he was talking about going up there Friday
afternoon! I was all nerves again, but I agreed to it. That
night I told Carl and he almost choked when I told him when. But
he immediately aranged for the afternoon off as I already had,
and we were all set.

	We followed the directions. A lot of the road was
private and pretty rough. Finally we got there, about 2PM in the
afternoon. A woman who was obviously managing the place told us
the regular sign-in time was later, but we were there for an
orientation. There were several other couples there too. We all
eyed each other nervously.

	Another woman led me and all the other women to a large
room. I don't know where they led the men. This woman introduced
herself and told us she was going to instruct us in the ability
to command. She said control of one's voice was very important.
She had us all say something and then tried to get us to drop
our inhibitions. Then she demonstrated a commanding voice. It
was scary--I couldn't believe the automatic affect it had on the
brain. I glanced around and saw that the other women were shaken
too. Then she told us not to worry, that we'd be doing just
about as well in an hour. Then she alternated between
demonstrating and getting us to try it in chorus, and finally
she went around the class, listening to each of us and giving us
suggestions. Some of the women were getting good at it fast. I
was one of the ones having a little trouble. She got the better
ones to pair off and coach each other while she worked with us
"slow learners" at length. We really started to get it. I seemed
to be the slowest learner, but I was getting it too. I felt
happy as well as more comfortable with what lay ahead.

	But the teacher still seemed concerned with me. I didn't
understand why--I was definitely getting it, albeit slowly. She
took me out of the class, leaving everyone else still working,
and walked with me to another room. She told me she was going to
try something else with me to see it helped me get the hang of
it. I was eager and suppressed my confusion about why this might
be necessary. She said I would play the role of slave for a
while. She said this would give me a better definition of what
was necessary to play the role of mistress.

	She had me stand in front of her, facing her and told me
we would take our roles. Then she ordered me to kneel. I swear
she almost made me jump out of my skin. I stood there in
confusion. She broke her "character" and told me not to worry,
that she would give me the command again and that knowing in
advance what it was, I could carry it out automatically. Then
she said I should just relax my mind, and tune in to her
commands, and practice an instant response. Then she had us
stand facing each other again and I could see her prepare
herself for her "command" role. I stood there ready to kneel.
She gave the command, and I knelt immediately.

	Without a hint of a smile, she gave just the tiniest nod
of her head. Somehow, that meant so much to me--it was the first
acknowledgement of something done right that I received since I
got there. She gave me a second order: to put my hands on top of
my head. I managed it pretty quickly. I caught a brief smile as
I watched her, but something in me wondered what sort of smile
it was. She gave me a few more orders, ordering me to stand and
turn around and walk over to the wall and other mundane things.
I got so I could do it just about automatically. My body jerked
to obey even if I was thinking about other things.

	In a little while, when she had me turn around to face
her again, I saw a whip in her hand. She continued the orders,
having me kneel and stand. Then she walked slowly around me,
looking me over. I so wanted to get this right. When she got
around in front of me again, she looked back up to my face. I
stared straight ahead--she had already taught me to stand at
attention. Then she ordered me to unbutton my blouse.

	I froze. I didn't do it. She came right up to me and
hissed in my face: "You are going to learn how these
relationships work. It's the only way." Then she stepped back
and repeated the order. I did it. In a minute I was nude.

	She walked around me again. She stopped when she was
behind me. "Stay at attention" she barked. Then I heard a swish
and felt the sharp pain of the whip on my rear. I let out a
whimper and took a couple of steps forward. But then I pulled
myself up and got back in attention.

	"This time stand still." Again I was whipped. I managed
to avoid taking steps. Again. Then I felt her running the whip
up the inside of my thighs and up in my crotch. The door opened
and another woman walked in in front of me. It was the manager.
I held my pose. My teacher told the manager that I was "coming
along." She gave the whip to the manager and headed back to her class.

	The manager started giving me orders. She had a quieter
voice than the teacher, but there was something about it--it
gave me chills. She whipped my rear while I was on my hands and
knees and she had me kiss the whip. She put a collar around my
neck. While I was still on my knees, she caressed my cunt with
the whip. I felt myself getting wet. Then she had me kiss her
shoes. Then she had me stand, and she came up close in front of
me. She ran the whip up and down the back of my thighs and rear.
She was so close--our faces were an inch apart. She pulled me up
and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue was in my mouth in no
time. My legs grew wobbly. Then she stopped all of the sudden. I
staggered to get my balance. She ordered me to my knees again
and I bowed in front of her. Then she had me stand and she drew
me out of the room, down the hall and into an office. Another
woman was there, a secretary I think. She looked at me. The
manager had me stand in the corner, facing it. I don't know why
I went on. It seemed the only thing I could do at that point.

	She fed me supper in the office. Later that evening, she
took me outside. All the men were lined up. She lined me up with
them. I was blindfolded and whipped. I knelt when I was supposed
to and stood when I was supposed to. Some of the men saw me. I
saw Carl. He was being subjugated by some tall, blond woman. I
followed my orders.

	That night the manager made me lick her. I never would
have thought that I could do it, but her voice--it made me. I
slept in her bedroom on a mat on the floor. I did everything the
men did all weekend. On Monday I was still there at the
manager's beck and call. The place was empty again except for
the manager, the secretary, and a few other women. The manager
had me eat them all.

	I have been living here ever since. I see Carl sometimes
on weekends when he comes, but I never talked to him. On Fridays
I've seen him driving away with that tall blond. She is his
mistress every time he comes.

	I always do what the men do. I am always nude. During
the week, I work on the camp, and satisfy all the women. On
Monday mornings I often suck men's cocks. A lot of the women
promise their husbands a treat if they'll come. For some of
them, I provide the treat. Sometimes the wives kneel next to me
and watch me suck and encourage me. This last weekend I was
sucking a cock and I realized that tall blonde was kneeling next to me.