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Subject: {ASSM} "Retreat"  by  deirdre  (MF, FF, D/s, bdsm, anal, oral)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Retreat 
by deirdre

(MF, FF, D/s, bdsm, oral, anal)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Wed, 27 Apr 1994 04:06:44 UTC

This story grew out of an image that came to my mind: a row of men . .
. -- deirdre

Retreat 
by deirdre

"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.

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