Laura was pleasantly tipsy. She was still handcuffed and wearing a chastity belt, but she felt that performing oral sex on Beth was sex for her, too. They were in a small sex activity room near the swimming pool. Beth had another orgasm, and asked Laura to stop. When her breathing had slowed, Beth said, “I have to get you back to your husband’s room and set up as he commanded. I think you are going to get fucked good again. I’d like to get some of that action.”
Laura laughed. “I’m sure he will have you start things up orally. He might even feel out your inside to prepare himself. I don’t think he will be able to pull a double-header tonight, though. Let’s go. I need my face washed.”
“No, you need a shower. I think I can take that thing off of you for a shower for the two of us, if you promise not to touch yourself.”
“I promise, as long as you play with my breasts.”
“Deal.”
Just before 10 PM, Beth had Laura spread-eagle on the bed, freshly showered and dried. “You look good enough to eat. Too bad I can’t eat you.”
“Yes. That would be a nice warm-up.”
They both looked at the door as Mark came in. He surveyed Laura’s arrangement on the bed, then turned to Beth, who was standing next to the bed with her head in a submissive posture. “Has she had any sexual stimulation since dinner?”
“No. I was careful about that.”
“Good. Give her an oral orgasm.”
Beth leaped to the opportunity. She was worked up from Laura working on her earlier. Laura was receptive enough, considering that she had been fucked three dozen times earlier in the day. It was only five minutes later when Laura was arching her back and shaking. Mark said, “Very good. Now, get me started orally.” Beth turned to see he was nude and semi-erect. It was short work on her part to make him fully erect. He stopped her, and said, “Doggy style on the bed with you licking Laura.” Beth immediately moved to comply, giving Laura long strokes of her tongue. Mark knelt behind her and entered her, but didn’t stroke. He waited a minute, then saw that Laura was responding strongly to Beth’s attentions. He pulled out and told Beth, “Lock one of your wrists in the pillory; the lock is hanging from the hasp staple.” Beth ran to the pillory, put her left wrist in a wrist hole, and used her right hand to close the pillory and snap the lock to hold her still. Mark mounted Laura and started a long, slow fucking that had Laura moaning. Suddenly he sped up and climaxed. Laura groaned in frustration, but he kept moving, and soon Laura climaxed. Mark got off, got a key from his pants, and unlocked Beth. “Clean me.” Beth immediately used her mouth to clean his organ. When he was satisfied, he said, “Clean her.” Beth licked the external parts of Laura’s sexual anatomy clean, then looked at Mark. “Unlock her restraints. Use the toilet if necessary. We’re all going to sleep now.”
Shortly after that, they were all asleep.
The next morning, Mark woke to the phone. He answered it, and found, as he had expected, that it was the wake-up call he had ordered the day before. He felt horny, so he woke the women and fucked his wife briskly, then took a shower by himself. When he came out of the bathroom, he dressed and packed his bag. “This is our last day here for this visit, Laura. I have to get back to the city. You can stay here and use the facilities until 4PM. You have to be out of the room by 10 AM. Sleep in if you like. You don’t have to be chained today. I’ll grab some breakfast and take off. Love you.” He kissed her deeply, squeezed her breast, squeezed Beth’s breast too, then left.
Laura looked at Beth and said, “Unless you are starving, let’s sleep in.”
“That would be wonderful. Shall we set an alarm for 9 so we can get showered and get your stuff out of here?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Two hours later, the alarm rang and the two women roused themselves for a long hot shower. There was considerable playing along with cleansing. When they were all done, they collected all of Laura’s belongings and checked that Mark hadn’t left anything behind. Laura laughed, “It’s easy packing up here.”
They went to the women’s locker room desk and checked her bag, then went to the bar for coffee. The bar was the center of social life and the equivalent of a coffee shop. They stopped at the entrance desk and put handcuffs on each other, then went in and chose a table. After they ordered coffee, they chatted about what kinds of activities would be available after lunch. The coffee arrived, and as they sipped it, the tables around them cleared out. Beth leaned forward and said, softly, “I know that your husband put his name on my reserve list, and that he’s the only one on it.”
“What’s a reserve list?” asked Laura, keeping her voice soft too.
“The resort likes to keep its staff slaves rotating. Instead of keeping some off duty, they rent some out for a year or two, and some they sell. The reserve list is how a guest tells management that he is interested. I’ve been on here for three years, and I expect that they’ll look at rotating me out for a while. Sometimes the renter decides he likes the slave, and pays the rather high price to take the slave. Would that be bad in your case?”
“No, it wouldn’t. He’s not cruel to me, and we have a big house. He told me he was going to get a housekeeper to help me. From his description, I don’t think that you would be acquired as a housekeeper. You’d be a pleasure slave and a companion for me.”
“Your pleasure slave, too.”
“That would be wonderful.”
“We’ll know if it happens when it happens. They don’t tell us ahead of time. The contract provisions still apply, even if they sell us.”
The tables around them started to fill up again, so the personal conversation ended. They finished their coffee and left the bar after getting their cuffs removed. They sat in the lobby watching the activity of the slaves until lunch. Laura was still surprised by the amount of sex in public areas. There were guests’ women being fucked in pillories, being fucked bent over the arms of chairs, and being fucked standing up. There were two women hanging from the rafters by their wrists; they were only left up there for fifteen minutes or so, but it still looked painful. Laura didn’t see Brenda; she didn’t know if they were off doing something else or they had gone home. When lunch time rolled around, Laura asked Beth, “Without Mark, what do I do for lunch?”
“You could go into the dining room as an extra woman; there are usually quite a few. Or you could come with me to the staff cafeteria, which a lot of the resident guest women often do when they have no man in residence.”
“I think the latter. Lead on.” Beth rose and led Laura to the back of the building. Laura asked, “Are there any customs that must be followed here, like handcuffs, or sitting on dildos, or anything like that?”
“No, just a bunch of naked women eating and talking. Sometimes there will be a slave who is to be kept handcuffed that another slave is feeding, but not very often.”
When they entered the cafeteria, Laura saw that it was a pleasant room with an attended buffet line. They got in line and shortly afterward had loaded their plates and were sitting at a table. Laura was wondering if, being a woman wearing a white collar, her presence wouldn’t be appreciated. It appeared that no one noticed it much. Several other staff slaves came over and sat with them. “So, Beth, bringing her slumming?” asked one.
“No, Lynnette. She’s just avoiding the guest dining room and the poles.”
“That makes sense. Welcome to our little corner of paradise.”
Lunch was pleasant, with light conversation. Laura noticed that all the staff slaves were trim and attractive; most were beautiful. The resort obviously didn’t skimp in acquiring attractive slaves. Laura finally noticed that there weren’t any sex staff slaves in the room. When she and Beth left the room, she asked about that.
“The sex staff has its own chow hall, not quite as nice as ours, but not awful. Management likes there to be a little separation of the two groups. What would you like to do until you leave? Swim? Hot tub? Pole? Get a whipping?”
Laura shuddered at the last option. “I like the first three, anyway. Let’s try the pole room, then swimming, then the hot tub. If we don’t rush, that should take up most of the afternoon.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m assigned to you until you leave.”
“In that case, I think there may have to be something else on the agenda, a little side trip to a sex room.”
“Say the word, and off we go. Cunt Lappers Are Us.” They both laughed and headed to the pole room.
This time Laura sat on the pole without handcuffs and was able to control her stimulation simply. She started off with a low buzz along the whole dildo and to her clitoris, and added the ‘dancing’ electric discharges that moved up and down the shaft, tickling her and making her muscles twitch, getting her ready for a big discharge. She slowly turned up both the vibration and the electric stimulation, and caused the dildo to warm up and start vertical movement. She was going real slow, wanting it to build for a long time, wanting it to nearly make her explode when she finally came. Beth climaxed first, then watched Laura in amazement as she kept turning up the intensity, slowly letting it build. Beth sat and let the pole thrum inside her as she waited. Finally, Laura came. She screamed and shook as the orgasm overwhelmed her. The pole room attendant came over, deeply concerned, because it looked like Laura was having convulsions. Laura finally stopped coming, then sat there and tried to recover her breath. The attendant took the remote and looked at the reading for the strength of vaginal contractions that was displayed. She was amazed; as far as she knew, the reading was a new record.
Laura finally managed to rise from the pole. She told Beth, “I’m a little spent for going swimming. I think the hot tub is next.”
Beth was game for that. They spent a pleasant hour in the hot tub, making light conversation and talking to the others that surrounded them. Laura was hoping to get some private time to talk to Beth about the reserve list, but it didn’t happen in the hot tub room. She finally rose and said, “The word is given, Miss Cunt Lappers Are Us. Off we go.”
Beth followed her. They showered, went to the same sex room they had used the night before, and closed the door. Beth said, “Was this just for sex or just for privacy?”
“It was for both. Sex first. Well, privacy through the whole thing, but sex first.” She reclined and spread herself so that Beth could be comfortable while pleasuring her.
It took a while. The pole room had taken quite a bit out of her, but Beth was gentle and experienced, and she got Laura shouting in less than ten minutes. When she was done, Laura took her in her arms and cuddled with Beth. “Now tell me about reserve lists.”
“Like I said earlier, they like to rotate the staff slaves. They like to bring in new slaves every year, and that means that they have to put the ones they rotate out somewhere. Some get to be too old, so they sell them or free them. Others they rent out for a year or so. That way, there are new faces here. The reserve list is a way that a guest can let the resort know he would be willing to rent a staff slave on rotation. I’m not sure when, but I figure I’m coming up for rotation. I like you and your husband, and being rented to you sounds like a good way to spend a year. I think I can please him.”
“I know you can. I also know you can please me. It would also be convenient for him. He’s passed me around a little, but wants to keep me, so he can’t let men fuck me too much. If he had a good sex slave, he could please more of his clients.”
“I like sex. If he didn’t let them beat me, I’d be happy with that. I couldn’t stop him.”
“I couldn’t either, but I’d try. He likes you and I don’t think he’d go for that. Stringent bondage and a little whipping, maybe, but brutality, no.”
“That’s fine. Good, tight bondage would be good, too.”
“You and me both.”
They laughed a little. Laura got on the phone in the room and asked for a wake up call at 3PM, and brought Beth down to cuddle with her. They dozed, and woke to the phone at 3.
“I think I’ll go ahead and leave now. It has been a nice afternoon. I’m just about sexed out, and I need to be gone by 4. Will you stay with me until I leave?”
“Yes. I’m to stay with you until you leave the locker room. How about a coffee before you leave?”
“That would be nice.” They went to the bar. Beth said, “Oh, goody. Every once in a while they make the bondage rules a little tougher for a while, and they did this afternoon. No cuffing in front. See the sign?” There was a notice on a small easel on the service desk at the entrance to the bar. There was also another staff slave standing beside the desk. “The extra staff will cuff us behind, if you still want to go in.”
“Sure, why not. I’m used to it.” They walked up to the desk and turned to be cuffed. While she was being cuffed, Beth asked, “What’s the special occasion?”
“Just a random act. It’s also a free-fire area for groping this afternoon. There are several men who will feel all your best parts when you go in.”
“Sounds like fun,” said Laura. They walked into the bar and located a table. No one fondled them; the men seemed to be busy with others. A waitress came by and took their coffee order. It arrived shortly after than. Just after the coffee, Dan came by the table. He sat next to Laura and said, “I thought you were going home today.”
“I am. Mark left this morning. I’ll leave at 4. I’m just having some coffee before I leave.”
Dan looked at his watch. “Darn. Not enough time to fuck you before 4.” He reached over and fondled her vulva, giving her pleasure. After he had played with her that way for a while, he switched to her breasts. He didn’t interfere with her drinking her coffee, and they continued to have a conversation. Finally, he said, “I have to go get Brenda out of a pillory, and you have to leave. I enjoyed sex with you, Laura, and I’d like to be here when you are here again so I can do it again.” He rose and left the bar, and the two women did the same. After their handcuffs were removed, they went to the locker room.
“Hi. I’m here to check out.”
“Certainly. I’ll get your collar key and your locker key, and Beth can release you. It has been a pleasure to have you at our resort, and we hope to see you again.” The keys were ready in a small envelope, clearly arranged anticipating her departure. They went to her locker, where Beth unlocked the collar and then the locker.
“What do I do with the collar?” asked Laura.
“We will store it for your next visit.” Beth helped her into her clothing, keeping a little closer than Laura expected, and maintaining physical contact with Laura. Beth finally said, “What the desk clerk goes double for me. I loved being assigned to your husband and you for your visit. I hope you return, and I hope that if I’m rotated out that you get me. Thank you.”
Laura, now fully dressed with her coat on and her bag ready to go, smiled at Beth and gave her a tight embrace. Laura kissed Beth deeply and hard, and Beth returned it. Laura said, “I have to leave now, or I’ll be naked again and we will be making a scene here on the floor.”
Beth laughed. “There’s no rule against it, but it would mess up your clothes. Thank you again.”
Beth led her to the exterior door, where they car attendant waited. “The attendant has your key, and your car will be waiting right outside. I really mean it — thank you for coming here and being so nice to me.”
Laura kissed her again, then turned and left before she melted into Beth again. Beth stood and watched Laura get into her car and drive away. She went back to the locker room desk.
“So, Beth, how was it being assigned to them?”
Beth smiled. “Good hard cock, good cunt lapping, nice people, good sex. I hope I get remaindered to them.”
“You know that’s not the right word. They use ’sabbatical.’”
“I call it as I see it. I’d be a busy sex slave, but it would be fun.”
