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Subject: RP: Deirdre - Retreat

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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.

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