## Archive-name: retreat

From: Paul II <paul2@slip.net>

Subject: Retreat by Deirdre sm, bd, ds, ff, mf

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

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.

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