Message-ID: <1289eli$9706081041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1289> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: hm1964@hotmail.com Subject: RP: Deirdre - Retreat <I am only a reposter. Apology for the layout> Retreat "If you *will*, I'll do something for *you* that you'lllike." My husband, Carl, knew what I was talking about. We bothknew but never spoke about the fact that I couldn't bring myselfto take his cock in my mouth. He was good about it, but wedidn't talk about it and his voluntary silence made me feelguilty anyway. But now I was offering to do it. And though he didn'treveal a hint of recognition, he knew exactly what I wasoffering. 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 trailthat ran pretty far off the beaten path--in fact we were fortymiles from any road. We were alone, but we liked it thatway--working together, depending on each other. But we were infor a surprise--when we reached the edge of a valley and lookeddown, there were a bunch of people hiking down the valley floor.They were all women. And they didn't look like serioushikers--they hadn't walked two miles, much less forty. They weredressed in shorts and sneakers. Carl immediately wondered aloud if there were a nearbyroad that we didn't know about. It was certainly possible thatsome private road could have been cut since our map waspublished. They didn't see us and we didn't try to get theirattention--we just watched them hike on their way around thebend. Then we continued on our own way which was across thevalley and along its far ridge in the opposite direction fromwhere they were walking. We talked a little about where theymight have come from, but we were soon to find out. In a minute,we could sense that there was a building ahead, and soon welooked over a ridge and saw a large cabin in a clearing in thevalley, complete with a large grassy yard fenced in with a chainlink fence, and a parking lot, and a road heading away from usdown the valley. And that's not all--the biggest shock was thesight we saw in the yard! There must have been fifty or so men in the yard, alllined up and naked! They were kneeling in a line. They all hadblindfolds over their eyes and collars around their necks. Eachcollar had a leash or chain or something--I couldn't tell fromthe distance. And behind each man was a woman holding the chainas well as a whip. The women were all dressed in shorts justlike the hikers had been. And some of the women were using thewhips on the man they held! Apparently they were making them alldo something in unison and yelling at them and using the whipsto get them together. They had all the men stand up. Then eachwoman 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 themto grab their ankles. The men obeyed. Then all the men gotwhipped. Then they made the men get on hands and knees. Then thewomen picked up dildoes and started pushing them into the men'sasses. We just stared at the spectacle. I couldn't believe myeyes. Carl was obviously flabbergasted too. We instinctivelyslipped back the way we came and headed back toward where we hadcamped the night before. Still, I wondered what the men would bemade to do next. On the way back, we ran into another hiker--obviously awoman on a short hike like the others we had seen. She wascoming down the same trail we were and we all noticed each otherbefore we even had time to think of ducking out. She said hi andasked us about our hiking. She was friendly enough so we toldher we had planned a weekend in the wilderness and had beensurprised to find people here. She answered by telling us aboutthe place. She said it was a place where couples came onweekends to pursue a particular "hobby" that they shared--menallowing themselves to be enslaved for a weekend. She asked usif we had seen it and we told her what we had seen. We werecurious and asked her about who the people were and everything.She said they were just ordinary couples who liked this sort ofthing 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 greattime. Well, we finally split up and Carl and I both made acouple of comments about how strange some people are. But lateron, I found myself imagining what it would be like to go therewith Carl--just for a weekend. I didn't say anything then orduring our whole walk back, but all that walking must have givenme a lot of time to think about it and picture it. By the middleof the week, I found myself sounding out Carl about what hethought about those adventurous couples, then I went straightout and asked him if he'd be interested in going. He looked wary. It was obvious to me that a part of himdidn't want to go and that another part of him didn't want todisappoint me. I could see that it was a lot for him to swallow.I wondered if there were another, hidden part of him that wouldlove going. I hoped so. So I made my offer. He knew what I was saying and Icould see the interest in his eyes as he searched mine to see ifI really meant it. To help him, I reminded him that it was justa weekend, and that he could easily make himself endure it tohumor me. At last he agreed. I had a lump in my throat. I wassuddenly very nervous--both about the weekend adventure we weregoing to try and about what I had promised. I think we both knewhe would be getting his reward after the weekend. We knew eachother. Well, I was jumpy the rest of the week. The hiker in thewoods had told us the name of a business whose owner ran theclub on the side. I went to it and asked for the owner. I thinkhe immediately knew what I wanted. I brought up my interest in aclub I believed he ran. Soon he was telling me all the detailsof signing up and getting there. He wanted to know when we wouldbe going, offering the upcoming weekend! Actually it wasThursday and he was talking about going up there Fridayafternoon! I was all nerves again, but I agreed to it. Thatnight I told Carl and he almost choked when I told him when. Buthe immediately aranged for the afternoon off as I already had,and we were all set. We followed the directions. A lot of the road wasprivate and pretty rough. Finally we got there, about 2PM in theafternoon. A woman who was obviously managing the place told usthe regular sign-in time was later, but we were there for anorientation. There were several other couples there too. We alleyed each other nervously. Another woman led me and all the other women to a largeroom. I don't know where they led the men. This woman introducedherself and told us she was going to instruct us in the abilityto command. She said control of one's voice was very important.She had us all say something and then tried to get us to dropour inhibitions. Then she demonstrated a commanding voice. Itwas scary--I couldn't believe the automatic affect it had on thebrain. I glanced around and saw that the other women were shakentoo. Then she told us not to worry, that we'd be doing justabout as well in an hour. Then she alternated betweendemonstrating and getting us to try it in chorus, and finallyshe went around the class, listening to each of us and giving ussuggestions. Some of the women were getting good at it fast. Iwas one of the ones having a little trouble. She got the betterones to pair off and coach each other while she worked with us"slow learners" at length. We really started to get it. I seemedto be the slowest learner, but I was getting it too. I felthappy as well as more comfortable with what lay ahead. But the teacher still seemed concerned with me. I didn'tunderstand why--I was definitely getting it, albeit slowly. Shetook me out of the class, leaving everyone else still working,and walked with me to another room. She told me she was going totry something else with me to see it helped me get the hang ofit. I was eager and suppressed my confusion about why this mightbe necessary. She said I would play the role of slave for awhile. She said this would give me a better definition of whatwas necessary to play the role of mistress. She had me stand in front of her, facing her and told mewe would take our roles. Then she ordered me to kneel. I swearshe almost made me jump out of my skin. I stood there inconfusion. She broke her "character" and told me not to worry,that she would give me the command again and that knowing inadvance what it was, I could carry it out automatically. Thenshe said I should just relax my mind, and tune in to hercommands, and practice an instant response. Then she had usstand facing each other again and I could see her prepareherself 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 nodof her head. Somehow, that meant so much to me--it was the firstacknowledgement of something done right that I received since Igot there. She gave me a second order: to put my hands on top ofmy head. I managed it pretty quickly. I caught a brief smile asI watched her, but something in me wondered what sort of smileit was. She gave me a few more orders, ordering me to stand andturn around and walk over to the wall and other mundane things.I got so I could do it just about automatically. My body jerkedto obey even if I was thinking about other things. In a little while, when she had me turn around to faceher 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 gotaround in front of me again, she looked back up to my face. Istared straight ahead--she had already taught me to stand atattention. Then she ordered me to unbutton my blouse. I froze. I didn't do it. She came right up to me andhissed in my face: "You are going to learn how theserelationships work. It's the only way." Then she stepped backand repeated the order. I did it. In a minute I was nude. She walked around me again. She stopped when she wasbehind me. "Stay at attention" she barked. Then I heard a swishand felt the sharp pain of the whip on my rear. I let out awhimper and took a couple of steps forward. But then I pulledmyself up and got back in attention. "This time stand still." Again I was whipped. I managedto avoid taking steps. Again. Then I felt her running the whipup the inside of my thighs and up in my crotch. The door openedand another woman walked in in front of me. It was the manager.I held my pose. My teacher told the manager that I was "comingalong." She gave the whip to the manager and headed back to herclass. The manager started giving me orders. She had a quietervoice than the teacher, but there was something about it--itgave me chills. She whipped my rear while I was on my hands andknees and she had me kiss the whip. She put a collar around myneck. While I was still on my knees, she caressed my cunt withthe whip. I felt myself getting wet. Then she had me kiss hershoes. Then she had me stand, and she came up close in front ofme. 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 upand kissed me on the lips. Her tongue was in my mouth in notime. My legs grew wobbly. Then she stopped all of the sudden. Istaggered to get my balance. She ordered me to my knees againand I bowed in front of her. Then she had me stand and she drewme out of the room, down the hall and into an office. Anotherwoman was there, a secretary I think. She looked at me. Themanager had me stand in the corner, facing it. I don't know whyI went on. It seemed the only thing I could do at that point. She fed me supper in the office. Later that evening, shetook me outside. All the men were lined up. She lined me up withthem. I was blindfolded and whipped. I knelt when I was supposedto and stood when I was supposed to. Some of the men saw me. Isaw Carl. He was being subjugated by some tall, blond woman. Ifollowed my orders. That night the manager made me lick her. I never wouldhave thought that I could do it, but her voice--it made me. Islept in her bedroom on a mat on the floor. I did everything themen did all weekend. On Monday I was still there at themanager's beck and call. The place was empty again except forthe manager, the secretary, and a few other women. The managerhad me eat them all. I have been living here ever since. I see Carl sometimeson weekends when he comes, but I never talked to him. On FridaysI've seen him driving away with that tall blond. She is hismistress every time he comes. I always do what the men do. I am always nude. Duringthe week, I work on the camp, and satisfy all the women. OnMonday mornings I often suck men's cocks. A lot of the womenpromise their husbands a treat if they'll come. For some ofthem, I provide the treat. Sometimes the wives kneel next to meand watch me suck and encourage me. This last weekend I wassucking a cock and I realized that tall blonde was kneeling nextto me. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /