Dark Erotic Fiction

((( These parts of the Pine Haven story didn’t make it to the site.  Here they are, out of sequence.)))

Pine Haven, Part 18: Laura’s Fuck Fest

Mark and Laura went swimming and had a nice long hot-tub soak.  He didn’t chain her, which she appreciated.  She sat and stroked his member in the hot tub, but the hot water seemed to be inhibiting him.  Either that, she thought, or the administrator’s slave that he fucked this morning.  She couldn’t complain.  She’d been fucked a lot so far, almost as much as she wanted.
 
She asked Mark, “Where’s Beth?  Did you turn her back in?”
 
“No, I just told her to report back to me after lunch.  I figured we could operate by ourselves for a while.”
 
“Yes.  You’ve never missed my holes yet.”
 
“Cute.  You’ve told me before that you never get enough sex.  Have you gotten enough in the last few days?  You are quite popular with the other men.  I’ve gotten several requests to use you.”
 
Laura said, “I was thinking about that.  I have been close to getting as much as I want, but just a little shy.”
 
“OK, horny, I know what we’ll try this afternoon.  You are going into a lobby pillory with plenty of padding, and I’ll be sitting next to you getting guys to fuck you.  Beth, or maybe their women, will be tending to me.  We’ll see

if we can get that black hole of sexual desire filled in once.”
 
She squealed in delight and wrapped him up in a hug.  “Darling, thank you!  A train!  Please video-record it!”
 
“Certainly.  Anything for my beautiful slut princess.”
 
She smiled and turned up the effort on his cock.
 
At lunch she sat on her pole eating while Mark ate and invited the other men at the table to use her that afternoon.

Beth was waiting for them, cuffed and leashed to the wall outside the dining room.  Mark unchained her and had her get lubricant and pillory padding.  He didn’t cuff Laura, because she would be in a pillory for hours.  He took her to a slave toilet — a toilet in an alcove off the hall, with no privacy — and had her empty herself out.  “It will be a long time before you’ll be able to do anything for yourself, dear.”  After Beth delivered the required supplies to them in the lobby, he sent her to the office to arrange for the entire pillory session to be recorded.  When she came back and told him all was arranged, Mark led Laura to a prominent pillory and locked her into it.  Beth applied

the padding to protect her shoulders and lubed her up good.  Mark stood behind Laura and did the first fuck.  He then raised his voice and announced, “For your pleasure, and hers, Laura will be pulling a train in the pillory, cunt only.  All men who would like to fuck her, please come by and stuff her full.  Thank you.”   He told Beth to keep a record of the number of men who used Laura and to keep her well-lubricated.
 
As he had expected, five men showed up immediately.  The first four were fast pounding fucks.  The next was a long slow fuck that made the others who had shown up impatient, but Mark liked that Laura was getting a break.  When the long fuck was done, he thanked the man.  “Of course.  When I put my wife in one of these, I make sure she gets a break now and then.  When it’s all over, you may be tempted to give her a break from fucking for a while.  Don’t. 

Keep up the normal fucking schedule, or give her some extra.  Otherwise, she’ll expect a break every time you do something.”
 
The next seven men also gave her fast fucks.  The semen was dripping from her and running down her legs.  She felt sticky and irritated, but the burn in her pussy had her so excited that it didn’t matter at all.  She thought, twelve down.  The way it was feeling, another dozen or two and it might actually be enough.
 
After eighteen fucks, the rate of men showing up to fuck her dwindled.  After three hours, she had been fucked twenty-three times.  She thought about the feeling in her pussy, and decided that it was nearly enough, but kept her mouth shut.  Bob James came down then and gave her a long pounding fuck.  His slave stood beside him and said, “It’s not fair.  I haven’t gotten much from him all day and he gives it to her.”
 
“Park yourself in a pillory and I’ll give you some.”  She looked at her master, who nodded his approval, and she leaped at a pillory.  Mark finished latching her in it and started a long, slow fuck.  While he was still inside, another man showed up to being Laura’s twenty-fifth fucking.  Mark was still at it when Laura’s twenty-sixth began.
 
Bob James was standing next to his slave’s head, stroking her cheek.  “Do you like what he’s doing?”
 
“Yes.  Yes.   Ooh, yes.”
 
“Maybe I should have you pull a train some afternoon.”
 
“Yes, master.”
 
Mark finally felt the end coming and sped up, turning the slow, gentle fuck into a fast, pounding one.  He climaxed, then withdrew.  Beth cleaned his cock without being told.  When Mark went to unlatch the pillory, Bob James told him, “Leave her in there.  I like to exhibit her.”  He got a lock out of his pocket and locked the pillory, then went to view her pudenda.  He liked that the semen was dripping out of her slowly.  “I’ll be back later.  Wiggle your butt for the guests.  No fucking unless Mark here wants a second, or is it third, shot at you.”
 
Beth checked Laura between each fuck for lubrication, to keep her slicked up and ready at all times.  When Laura

wasn’t being serviced, Beth stroked her breasts and clitoris, keeping her at fever pitch.  Another man prepared to penetrate her, and Beth started to withdraw.  “Don’t leave.  Get down below her and reach up and rub her while I’m inside.”
 
Beth sat and rubbed.  The combination of internal stroking and external rubbing at the same time pushed Laura over the edge for the first time in many fuckings.  The spasms pushed the man over the edge.  He pulled out while still spurting and gave Beth a faceful.  Mark laughed.  “Put your face by Laura’s and have her lick it off.”
 
With difficulty, Laura got Beth cleaned off.  “What is my count now?” she asked.
 
Beth replied, “Thirty.”
 
“How many did those entertainers get?”
 
“The girl with the highest count got sixty-one.  Are you close to having enough?”
 
“Almost.”
 
Three men showed up at the same time and played rock-paper-scissors to see who got to go first.  It really didn’t matter, because none of them caused much of a wait.  They slammed, they bammed, and they didn’t say thank you. 

After the three hard-pounding quick fucks (and three more orgasms for Laura), she was beginning to think that maybe that was enough.  Shortly after that, she heard Brenda speaking to her.  “I hear you’re pulling a train this afternoon.  How do you feel?”
 
Laura glanced up and saw Brenda standing in front of her, cuffed and leashed, but without her husband Dan.  “Tired, sticky and gooey, and sexually satiated for the first time in a very long time.  Has Dan used me yet?”
 
“No, but he’s right behind you.”  As Brenda said the words, Laura felt another penetration.  This one was a long, slow one.  It was nice to have a variety of styles, she thought.  After Dan finished, his wife cleaned him off, and he spoke to Laura.
 
“After 33 fucks, you are still tight enough to be enjoyable.  I have to get Brenda to your trainer.”
 
After they left, Laura said, “So I’m to 33?”
 
“He was number 34.  Two to go for three dozen.”
 
Mark was standing behind Bob James’s slave, rubbing his cock against her pudenda.  He didn’t think he would get hard, but he slowly came erect.  While he was doing that, another man came in for a quick fuck with Laura.  When he had left, Mark left the slave he was with, to her disappointment, and went to Laura.  “I was the first, and I’ll be

the last.  36 fucks, Laura.  Have you had enough sex now?”  He entered her.
 
She said, “Yes, I believe I have had enough.”  She enjoyed having him inside her again, but she was glad when she

felt his weak orgasm.  Beth cleaned him off.  He released the latch on the pillory and helped her stand up.  There was a lot of semen on the floor below her pussy, and more flowing down her legs.  There must have been quite a bit inside her, because more was flowing directly from her opening.  Beth got a towel from the attendant and wiped the wet globs from Laura’s legs.  The attendant was standing by with cleaning equipment for the floor and pillory.
 
Mark went over to the administrator’s slave.  “I can’t release you.  He locked you in.  Will he be back to get you?”
 
“He’s probably watching on the internal television system.  He’ll either come down soon or call the attendant slave and have her release me.  I’ll be fine.  Thanks for the nice fuck.  I enjoyed it.”
 
“The pleasure was all mine.”
 
Mark, Laura, and Beth all walked to Mark’s room, where all three entered the huge shower.  There wasn’t any sex in this shower, but there was a lot of playing and cuddling.  Mark said, “I need to get one of these in our house.”
 
“I figured you would.”
 
 
 
 
 
Pine Haven, Part 19: Dinner Time

Mark had Beth help Laura arrange her hair and makeup for dinner.  He also had Beth shave Laura, legs, pits, and pussy.  When that was done, he told Beth to go ahead and eat, and meet them outside the dining room after dinner. 

He cuffed Laura and leashed her to the wall while he dressed.
 
“Let’s go have some dinner.  Are you feeling all right?”
 
Laura said, “Yes.  I’m a little sore, but the sex itch has been completely scratched.”
 
“Well, you’ll be happy to know that the staff has supplied a bigger pole dildo for you tonight because you’ll be a little looser.”
 
Laura groaned, but knew that the matter was settled and not worth complaining about.
 
When they entered the dining room, there was applause from quite a few of the guests.  Laura blushed.  They found their designated seats, and, as he had said, her dildo was larger.  Fortunately, the staff had also lubricated it well.  She found herself sitting next to Brenda.
 
“How are you feeling after your marathon in the pillory?”
 
“A little sore, but satisfied.  Also hungry.  Even passive sex seems to make me hungry.”
 
“I’ve noticed the same.  It looked like you were enjoying yourself.  A lot of women would have found that painful.”
 
“It was, at times, but I needed that train.  I have this need to be fucked silly every now and then, and it has been a long time.”
 
“You don’t seem silly.”
 
“You know what I mean.  Beth kept me lubed up and excited.  I got a ton of orgasms, and a lot of them were from fucking.  They are more satisfying than finger, tongue, or vibrator orgasms.  My pussy was spasming on its own towards the end.  Part of it was knowing that Mark was excited to see me getting so much.  His taking the administrator’s slave while I was getting fucked was a turn-on.  Almost everything about this place has been a turn-on.  I’ve been creaming so much that I wonder why I’m not dehydrated.”
 
“That’s what I found, too.  It’s not quite as exciting after a few visits, but this is a submissive woman’s paradise.  You should come in the summer when there are outdoor activities and outdoor sex.  Dan likes to chain me to a tree.  The staff comes by every once in a while with a drink, and he comes by every once in a while with an erection.  There’s a lot of pony play too.”
 
Laura smiled.  “I think I could get into that.  I liked the little pony thing we did yesterday.  Maybe just a little more clitoral stimulation.”
 
“That could be done.  There’s all kinds of special pony gear and add-ons to make things more interesting.  Some of them make it more interesting for the pony, and some don’t.  It depends on whether Mark wants to give you pleasure or discomfort.”
 
Laura knew that Mark didn’t mind giving her discomfort, but he usually gave her pleasure.  She wasn’t too worried.
 
“OK, I’ve been in a long train, I’ve been a pony girl, I’ve been lent out at least four times, I’ve been nude the whole time and usually cuffed, I found the joy of the pole room, I’ve seen women whipped, I’ve had sex with another woman, and I’ve enjoyed every second of it, even when I’ve been uncomfortable.  What’s next?”
 
“There are a lot of standard things, and a lot of special things that your owner/husband/whatever can set up custom.

 For standard stuff, there is mechanical fucking of several kinds, mechanical stimulation, electrical stimulation,

and things like self-bondage.”
 
“Self-bondage?”
 
“Yes.  People have been doing it for years, locking themselves in things and having the key come loose hours later. 

Here, it’s less complicated.  You set it up, they lock you in, and they won’t let you loose until the end of the time you tell them, unless there is an emergency.  I had them lock a belt on me with two vibrators and chain me over a drain and told them twelve hours.  I was begging to get loose after six hours, but they ignored me.  The belt was tight and the vibrators were powerful, and I came almost continually for hours.  It was wonderful.  I also liked the various fucking machines they have.  They fasten you securely, put the dildo into you, and start it up.  It puts a little lube in on every stroke, so it gets wet fast.  Some of them run constantly at the same speed;  others have a random stroke pattern.  They can add breast stimulation, electric stimulation through the dildo and on the clit, and clit stimulation.  I had them put me on the works for four hours once.  That was wonderful, too, but don’t try it very often.”
 
After dinner, he told her, “No more sex for you until me, tonight.”  He found Beth leashed to the wall and cuffed as usual.  He released Beth and cuffed Laura and then locked her leash to Beth’s collar.  He said, “Take her to the restraints office and put a chastity belt on her.  No dildo.  After that, take her anywhere she wants to go, get her a drink, whatever.  Have her in my bed at 10PM, without the chastity belt, and spread-eagle and lubricated.”
 
Beth led Laura to the restraints office and told the staff what the requirements were.  They measured Laura and found a suitable leather belt with a stainless steel mesh over her pudenda.  They put it on her and adjusted it over her hips for comfort and security, then locked it on.  “Please walk around the room and check that it isn’t chafing you.”  She did, and found that it was comfortable enough.  Even though she thought she was sexually sated, the feeling of the belt and knowing that she was unavailable to men and to her own fingers, could they reach her pussy when cuffed behind her, gave her a sexual rush that approached horniness.
 
Beth led her back out of the restraints office and asked her, “What would you like to do?  We have two hours.”  Beth looked at the belt almost wistfully.
 
Laura replied, “Without this belt, you know what I would like.  I’d like a drink, maybe talk to people in the lobby, and after that, I can see that you don’t have one of these things on you.”
 
Beth smiled and led her to the bar.

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.”

Pine Haven, Chapter 17: Come Morning

Laura woke next to Bob James, and remembered being woken up and fucked in the night. She was almost sore down there, but it had been a good fucking that she enjoyed. She didn’t move because she didn’t want to disturb him. Shortly after that, his alarm went off. He silenced it and looked at Laura. She smiled at him. “Morning wood, Mr. James?”

He smiled back and said, “Most definitely.” He immediately began another sex session that lasted longer than the others had. She figured his own slave wouldn’t be getting as much as usual from him because he’d used it on Laura, but she didn’t care much. She wanted as much of it as she could get, and this place seemed to be where you got it.

After he was done, he took her into the bathroom. Laura saw the huge shower stall and figured that they must be in all the guest rooms and staff apartments. As she expected, he had her shower with him and wash him. She was getting used to it, and she thought it likely that their bathroom at home would get remodelled soon to include a big shower, too.

After they were done, he led her down to the dining room for breakfast. The room wasn’t very full. He had her sit in a chair. “The poles are fun for the men, but you should be able to eat one meal without using one.”

After breakfast, he told her, “There is no set time for swapping back. I’ll take you to my office. Your husband knows who has you and where I can be found.” He took her into a spacious office that contained two pillories, one the deep-bend kind that she enjoyed. He must have remembered that, because he opened it and had her get in it. After he locked her in it, he fit a table piece over her, put some papers on it, and dropped his pants. He wasn’t able to get real hard, but he was able to enter her and stand there moving within her while working.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Bob called out for the visitor to enter, and Mark walked in leading Bob’s personal slave, who was on a leash and cuffed. Mark said, “I take it you liked her pussy?”

“Yes, I did. I liked it a lot. I can’t really take much advantage of it now, but I’m enjoying it anyway.” He backed up, pulled up his pants, and unlocked the pillory, allowing her to get out of it. “Did you like her pussy?” he said, gesturing at his slave.

Mark smiled broadly and said, “Oh, yes. Very much. She’s quite athletic.”

“That she is. Well, here’s yours. See you at lunch.” Mark left, holding hands with Laura, who wasn’t cuffed.

Bob walked to his slave and kissed her deeply. She kissed back. When they were done, he asked her, “Did you like it?”

“He is a good lay. These partner-changes are always fun because the man always wants to impress the other man’s woman.”

“Wait a minute, you weren’t with him last night.”

“No. The man I was with saw Mark walking toward your office and asked him to bring me here. He did, after a detour.” She smiled, thinking about that sexual encounter.

“Well, it seems you got two-for-one. That wasn’t part of the deal, but I can’t blame that young man for wanting to sample my slave.”

“Your wife, you mean.”

“Yes, that too, but that isn’t for public consumption. Suck me.”

She smiled and sank to her knees. He presented himself and she tried valiantly to arouse him, to no avail. “It seems that you exhausted yourself on that beauty you had last night.”

“Oh well. I’ll be recharged in a few hours. Are you cleaned out?”

“Not from that last encounter.”

“Let’s go take a long hot shower.”

“That sounds heavenly.”

That evening’s dinner had a different theme. At the man’s option, and almost all the men so opted, each man’s woman (or one of his women) would be entered in a drawing and paired off with another man. The swap was until breakfast the next morning. There were some rules attached, mainly having to do with returning the woman in the same shape she was in when received, but it was understood as a chance to fuck your neighbor’s wife. Laura was sure that she had been entered, and she found that she was.

Mark had Beth help Laura bathe and prepare her hair for the evening. He wanted her to look good. She took care to arrange herself to please Mark and to make him proud. When they were done, Beth cuffed her and leashed her, then led her to the dining room. There was a sign directing “drawing entrants” to another room. Beth led Laura to the room, checked her in with the staff dealing with the drawing, and returned to the dining room desk to check herself.

The staff slaves that received Laura looked at her assigned drawing number and hooked her to a wall bracket labelled with that number. When all the drawing entrants were present, they switched the leashes to make a long coffle of cuffed women and led them into the dining room.

When the women were along one wall of the room, the presenting slave started calling out numbers. “Woman number 1 goes to Master number 47!” Master 47 stood, and a staff slave unhooked the first woman in line and led her to her temporary master. Laura noted that all of the women’s seats were poles tonight. Equal rights, she supposed. The pairing-up continued. Laura’s number was called, and she was paired up with a middle-aged man that she had seen around the building several times. She thought he was part of the staff. He introduced himself. “I’m Bob James, the administrator of this resort. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Laura.”

She seated herself and was firmly attached to the pole. Unlike her earlier times in the dining room, her temporary master removed her cuffs as soon as she was seated and offered her a drink. “Have you run this place for a while?”

“I’ve been here for twenty years. I’ve been the administrator for the last ten. It’s a great job.”

“Do you think up the activities, like tonight?”

“Sometimes, but most of them are suggestions from guests. Some of the men are quite inventive. Some of the strangest ideas actually come from the women guests or from the staff slaves. The pony-girl delivery of the beef was a guest’s wife’s idea. Say, weren’t you one of the pony girls this afternoon?”

“Yes, I was. It was my first time. It seems like more of an outdoor activity, though.”

“It is. In the summer, we have pony activities all the time. Is this your first time with us?”

“Yes. I hadn’t heard of this place before. My husband didn’t tell me about being nude and collared before I got there.”

“Some men do like to surprise their wives. You seem to have adjusted to it. Can you point out your husband to me?”

Laura looked around and spotted Mark across the room with a redhead. She pointed him out. “He has gotten the slave of a very rich man. He’ll enjoy her.”

“Was the drawing really random?”

“Yes, it was, except that we made sure that no one got his own woman. I think my luck was pretty good.” He looked her over again and seemed to be pleased with what he saw. “Are you a slave?”

“No.”

“Good. I like having free women here. Are you worried about the swapping?”

“No, I’ve been loaned out before, and it’s always been fun. Just this afternoon I got put on a piece of equipment that I’d never heard of before, the springfucker, and I enjoyed it. What do you have in mind?”

“I haven’t made a lot of plans. I usually don’t use the more complicated equipment. Lots of times when I get the use of someone else’s woman, I just use her unbound, or in my private pillory. Do you have a favorite piece of equipment?”

“Not really. I like the new deep bend pillories. I like the pole, but that’s not for fucking.”

They were served their appetizers. The server had a tray strapped to a belt and supported from her collar, like the classic bondage waitress, but wasn’t cuffed. Laura said, “That’s what I expected to see in the bar, with an armbinder.”

“We tried that a long time ago, but they just kept dropping drinks.”

“That’s what they told me. It’s an interesting idea for a bar, having all female patrons cuffed.”

“They don’t have to be cuffed. They can be in armbinders, cangues, ropes, wrist-to-thighs, or hands glued to thighs. There are lots of approved bondages. There’s a book at the bar desk that has a picture of all the approved bondages. You should look through it.”

As the meal progressed, Laura decided that she had been given to a good guy. She expected to enjoy whatever sex he selected. She asked him, “Which woman is yours?”

He pointed out a tall, slim blonde. “She’s my personal slave. I bought her from the resort a few years ago. She was my secretary, and she still does that, but I became quite fond of her.”

The entertainment that night was the slave band and a comedian. Laura asked how the performers from the other night were recovering. “Recovering?” asked Bob. “Yes, they were fucked in the lobby pillories for hours after the performance. That must mess them up for a while.”

“They were a little sore, but we keep them well-lubricated during those sessions. They are valuable and we don’t want to damage them.”

After dinner, he removed her from the pole and didn’t cuff her. He walked with her through the lobby, where they watched various public sex acts. After a while, he led her to his apartment.

When they went in, he led her to a couch and sat with her. “I want to kiss for a while, and for you to entice me to bed.”

Laura put her heart into kissing, then started fondling him. She writhed in front of him, displaying herself in the most erotic ways she could think up. She started removing his clothing. He finally started responding to her efforts, then cut them short and dragged her off to his bed. The first episode was short and pounding. After he was finished, he locked her in a pillory and took a nap. Laura was sore from the vaginal pounding she had taken, but couldn’t rest in the pillory. After fifteen minutes or so, he presented his cock for her to suck. When she had him fully erect, he went behind her and gave her another pounding, but it took a lot longer. He removed her from the pillory, cuffed her in front, and took a shower with her. She washed him, taking great care in cleaning his genitalia, then dried him off. He took her back to the bed and climbed in, covering them both with the blanket. “That was good. I hope you aren’t too sore. We’ll rest a bit, and maybe I’ll take you again.” He drifted off to sleep, and she followed shortly after.

Pine Haven, Chapter 15: Deliverance

Laura used the bathroom to remove the sweat and semen from her body. She came back out and found the staff slave responsible for returning her to her room waiting with more equipment than she had expected. “I called your husband’s room. He gave me different instructions. Please turn around.”

Laura turned to receive the handcuffs. She turned back on command to receive a ball gag and a leash. Those were followed by a blindfold. She was led by the leash to what she suspected was an alcove of the lobby, where she was attached to a slave attachment rack, and left standing there alone.

She heard other women being brought into the area, and she thought they were also being tethered. There was no conversation, so she also assumed they were all gagged. After a while, she was removed from the rack and led a short distance. Unseen hands took off her cuffs and put on an armbinder. They went on to add a belt and other harness pieces. Finally, her ball gag was removed and replaced with what she decided was a bit. She realized that she was in pony gear, and figured that there was going to be a full pony girl rig set up with the other women that had been gathered.

Shortly after that, she was led somewhere else and fastened to something hard on her right. After another half hour, her blindfold was removed, and she saw that she was in a pony girl rig with five others. She couldn’t see behind her to find out what they were pulling. Almost immediately, the command came for them to begin. They were pulling something heavy through the lobby. She wasn’t in the rear rank, so she didn’t get the whip stroke that she could hear being applied, but they all got the idea and leaned into it. The team pulled its load past a lot of spectators. She saw her husband and Dan cheering them on.

They took several laps around the lobby. During one lap she saw a reflection of what they were pulling in the lobby door glass. It was a side of beef. She was glad it wasn’t a girl on a spit. After several laps, they were directed down a corridor to the kitchen, there food service slaves removed the beef. After that, they were driven out a double door into the open and made to pull the cart to an outbuilding. Fortunately, it wasn’t very cold, and the outbuilding was heated. Staff slaves removed them from the cart harness and removed their pony harness. She was cuffed, gagged, and leashed again, but not blindfolded. The staff slaves connected them together by the leashes, each leashed to the back of the collar of the woman ahead of her. When all six were ready, they were led back to the main building through the cold.

Beth came by, without cuffs, and claimed Laura. She took off Laura’s ball gag and dropped it in a bin marked “Bondage Devices to be Cleaned”. “We are to meet your husband in the pole room.”

He soon had them both on poles. This time he held the remote controls, and played with them for over an hour, giving them a mix of pleasure and pain, sometimes both at the same time. After that, he removed Beth from her pole and put her in a portable pillory that he made her pull over from the side of the room. As he fucked Beth, he continued to play with Laura’s pole, but gave her only pleasure during his unhurried fucking. After that, he took them both to the pool, showered with them both, and then they swam and enjoyed themselves for most of the rest of the afternoon.

Pine Haven, Chapter 14: Mark Explores

The next morning Mark unfastened Beth from her overnight restraint and sent her to arrange breakfast for him and Laura, and to eat, shower, and prepare to serve him for the day. He unleashed Laura for her morning preparations after using the bathroom himself, making her wait until he was done showering. He watched the morning news and looked through the paper as she showered, then called her to the small table in the room as a food-service slave delivered their breakfast. As they finished, Beth knocked on the door. Mark let her in and found that she was cuffed and gagged in addition to the leash he had left on her. He removed the gag and asked her about it.

“It’s a standard preparation for service slaves. You can order a different preparation.”

“No, I like it.” He bucked the gag around her neck, leaving her mouth free. He then cuffed his wife and attached a leash, then led them from the room. “I’d like to see some of the rest of the sights.”

Beth guided him to many of the same places she had led Laura to the day before. He wanted to see the whipping room again. He attached both of the women to the slave rack outside the room and spoke at length with the whipping slave on duty, which made both the restrained women nervous. However, no whipping appeared to be in the offing, as he unfastened them and went on with his explorations. He was fascinated by the pole room. He had them give him a demonstration. The pole room attendant slave fastened them to the poles and ran the controls because he didn’t want to take off the cuffs. They liked the experience even though he had the attendant administer quite a bit of electricity. The eventually ended up at the hot tub room, where he undressed and got in a tub with them. They were still chained. He sat between them with a hand in each crotch, sighed, and said, “I really needed this vacation.”

The three of them spent an hour in the hot tub, spending the time in small talk. They discussed the planned activities for the day and the kind of activities that Mark might be interested in that often occurred, such as a particularly beautiful slave or wife being offered, or an interesting bondage demonstration. Mark asked a lot of questions about the pole devices, making Laura think that she would have another piece of equipment in her home soon. As bondage and discipline devices went, she liked it. It had given her pleasure, although she was aware now that it could also give pain.

At lunch time, Mark again checked Beth and took Laura into the dining room. She was again seated on a dildo, which she managed to seat herself on more gracefully. Dan and Brenda were seated at another table. It was apparently so that they could meet other guests and make connections. Mark was immediately into meet-and-greet mode, having a good time with the other men at the table. Laura had a little quiet conversation with the pole-mounted woman to her left, Janet. She was a slave wife who was left here most of the time. Her husband had been traveling quite a bit, and he wanted her under supervision. He was here for a few days before his next trip, and she was glad to have some of his attention. “He lets me fuck others when he isn’t here, but it isn’t the same. One difference is that I can refuse them, but I can’t refuse him, and that makes it better with him somehow.”

Laura didn’t see how that would help, but didn’t say anything. It was probably just a difference in how her mind and Janet’s worked. Laura was interested in what being a wife and a slave was like. Janet said, “It is different with every slave and husband. For me, it’s very close, even though he treats me like a slave when he leaves me here when he’s gone. When he’s around he actually treats me like most men used to treat their wives, except that I can’t say no to anything. He doesn’t beat me or punish me harshly. Other slave wives I know are treated in all kinds of ways. Most are close to my treatment, with some variation. Some are kept nude in public, or chained, or kept out of public, or whipped frequently. There is no typical way of life for a slave wife. Most slave wives’ husbands own other slaves that are his sex slaves too. In most cases, the wife is the head slave, but not always. My husband owns two other slaves that he leaves at the house. When we are home with them he fucks them occasionally, but mainly keeps that for me. They are collared all the time with cell-phone collars and he has a security firm check up on them.”

“The slave wives you describe are much like the slave wives in my wives’s club. They vary a lot too. I was just wondering if that was unusual, or whether it was the way wife-slavery was all over.”

“It is. They can do anything, so they do. I take it you aren’t a slave?”

“No, just submissive. About half the wives in my club are slaves, and all the rest are submissive. If you can, you should join the group.”

They swapped email addresses, and Janet said she would ask her husband the next time they were in town at the house for an extended period. During his brief visits to her at the resort, she just wanted as much sex as she could get. Laura asked another question: “Were you a wife or a slave first?”

Janet replied, “I was his wife before the slave act passed. A couple of years after that, he sat me down and told me that it would make him happy if I was his slave as well as his wife. I knew that he could enslave me if he wanted to, and I thought that he was asking for my agreement. He had always been dominant. I had seen a few other wives get enslaved, but that was to get rid of them. I asked him if he wanted to get rid of me, and he told me that he definitely wanted to keep me. He just wanted to be lord and master. We talked about it for a few weeks, and I agreed to it. At the beginning, nothing much changed. He started making me be nude at home, but that was about it. He bought the other two slaves and made me head slave. He had always been in complete command of sex, so that didn’t change. Aside from being kept here when he is travelling, things are pretty much the same now.”

“Why does he want you kept here when he is travelling? He lets you have sex.”

“Yes, but here it is a limited set of men, and he can control it if he wants. There’s a service for long-term residents where, with the master’s approval, they will get a man to fuck you. I haven’t tried to get that, but it is popular with the wealthy wives who get left here. What about you? Why aren’t you a slave?”

“He doesn’t seem to need that extra control. I seem to be submissive enough to him without being a slave. I had expected it, but he hasn’t, yet.”

“You might be better off without it, but it hasn’t been bad for me.”

After lunch, Mark had a conversation with Janet’s husband Tom. All of a sudden, the men swapped wives’s leashes. Tom told Janet, “If it helps, you can’t say no.” Janet smiled and went off with Mark and Beth.

Tom looked Laura over, then said, “I think the springfucker.” He looked for a staff slave and found one at the dining room desk, where they had a line of available slaves. He unhooked one from the rack, handed her Laura’s leash, and said, “Put her on the springfucker. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”

As Laura was led away, she saw Tom grab a cuffed sex-staff slave. He had her kneel and suck him.

Laura was taken to a room in the line of sex restraint rooms that Dan had used her in the night before, but to a different room this time. The room contained a low, narrow, padded bench with restraints on it. After the staff slave had removed her cuffs, she was told to lie on the bench, and the staff slave arranged her with her butt over a portion of the bench that moved under her. The slave hooked her hands and feet to the sides of the bench, with her legs open wide, and fastened several straps over Laura’s torso.

“Have you been on this before?” Laura wagged her head no. “This is the springfucker. The part of the bench under your cunt is fastened to the rest of the bench with strong springs. When the man fucks you, the springs make you move with him. It’s best not to try to push back. You are strapped down tightly so the springs control your motion. Some guys like the woman to push back, and others like to do the pushing. Some even time things so they push into you on the rebound.” The staff slave adjusted something to tilt her pelvis up, and lubricated her well.

After another fifteen minutes, which the staff slave filled with slow rubbing of Laura’s clitoris, Tom appeared. He disrobed, told the staff slave to hook herself up to the slave attachment rack outside the room, and climbed onto Laura. There wasn’t any foreplay, which Laura didn’t expect, but an immediate penetration and pounding fuck. She didn’t respond to his thrusts; there wasn’t any way she could. She did tighten down on her cunt muscles as hard as she could. He seemed to like that, so she kept it up. He must have had sex not long before, because it took him half an hour to climax. He rose from her, told her, “Nice fuck!”, and opened the door to get the staff slave. She knelt and cleaned him without being commanded to. He dressed and left. The staff slave removed the straps and released Laura from the device.

“Do you need to use the bathroom? I’ll wait to cuff you until after you clean up a bit, then I’ll deliver you to your room.”

Chapter 10: Meet The Husband

Mark Jones was sitting on the bed in his room. His baggage had been brought up by slave porters, as had his wife’s bag. He opened it and saw that all her clothing was gone. Good. He had noticed that some men went nude here, but most wore a T-shirt and shorts, so he decided to wear that combo. A lot like summer, he thought. As he stood in his underwear selecting a shirt and shorts, there was a rap at the door. He called, “Come in.”

An attractive young woman, blonde and curvy, led his wife into the room. They were a good-looking pair. His wife, with dark red hair and pale skin, and the staff slave with blonde hair and tanned skin, complemented each other. He was already glad he had come here.

“Sir, I am Beth. I am assigned to your wife until you order otherwise.”

Mark thought for a minute, and said, “Attach her to the hold-down by the door, then get into the pillory.” Beth moved immediately to comply, fastening Laura’s leash to the wall and walking to the in-room pillory and bending down to get her neck and wrists positioned in it. Mark walked over, closed the pillory and latched it, then checked Beth’s wrists for snug fit. She wasn’t getting out. He turned and went to Laura. “How do you like it here so far?”

“It was a bit of a surprise, but it is pleasant and interesting. Beth showed me around. I met Brenda and watched her get whipped.”

“Oh, good. Her husband told me about this place. I want to talk to him. She got whipped? What for?”

“I don’t think it was for anything. She called it her daily whipping and seemed to be looking forward to it. Her husband came in as it was about to start and watched. After the whipping was over he fucked her as she hung there.”

“Would you like that?”

Laura hesitated, then said, “Not really. The sex looked good afterward, but I’m not into pain, and I think Brenda is. Of course, you can order it.”

“That I can, but I don’t think I will right away.” As he spoke, he fondled her. She always liked it when he did that, especially when she was chained. “How does the collar fit?”

“Perfectly.”

Mark went to his bags and retrieved a vibrator dildo and a harness to hold it in, then put it in Laura and strapped on the belt. He turned the dildo on medium, and said, “I’m checking out the facilities.” He took off the remainder of his clothing and went to Beth in the pillory, and unceremoniously thrust into her. He fucked strongly for quite a while, then stopped as he came. He looked back at Laura, and saw that she was close to climax, by the look on her face, so he walked around to Beth’s head to have his cock cleaned off. When Beth finished, he put on the T-shirt and shorts, released Beth from the pillory and cuffed her, put a leash on her, the unhooked his wife and led them both out of the room. “Let’s explore. Where is the whipping room?” They walked off, with Laura’s crotch still buzzing merrily.

Chapter 11: The Whipping Room

Beth led them to the whipping room. Brenda was still there in her whipping pose, with her attendant standing by and semen dripping from her. “Hello, Brenda. Did you enjoy your whipping?”

“Hello, Mark. Yes, I did. It hurt, but hurt turns me on, and Dan fucked me right afterward. I was surprised to see Laura here, but delighted.”

“How long are they going to leave you tied here?”

“I never know. Dan tells them before I get here, and they release me when the time is up. Until then, I hang here.”

“It’s too bad that you have that red tag.”

“Ask Dan for permission. Yellow and blue are the ‘ask’ colors, but you can ask Dan. I’d like you to fuck me. I think Dan would like to fuck Laura.”

“I think that can be arranged. It is good to see you, Brenda. Especially seeing all of you.” He looked over her nude form in appreciation, and led his two women out of the room.

Beth led him on a tour of the place that hit all the high points that she had already shown Laura. Mark sat in the lobby near the fire and had the women sit at his feet. He watched the activity as women were led around by other women and by their men. He watched women in the pillories being fucked, or just left there to stew. He watched one guest’s wife be put in leather cuffs, attached to a ceiling chain, raised ten feet off the floor, and left there. To Mark, this place was a dominant’s dream world. He wasn’t into whipping, but he loved to control his wife, and he found, other women as well.

“Mark! Good to see you.” Mark looked up to see Dan, Brenda’s husband, coming towards him. Dan sat next to Mark and pointed at Laura. “Your wife? Very attractive.”

“Yes. Laura, stand up and let Dan look at you.” Laura stood and slowly turned for inspection.

“Lovely. I have Brenda here, too.”

“I know. I saw her in the whipping room. She said I should ask you about permission to fuck her.”

“She just told you that?”

“No, I’d mentioned that it was too bad she had a red tag.”

“Oh, so she was responding to a desire. Good. I was hoping she wan’t asking for something. I see that Laura has a red tag too.”

“Do we have to replace them with yellow or blue tags?”

“No. We can give each other permission. I give you permission; if you find Brenda out anywhere, go ahead.”

“I give you the same permission with Laura.”

“I appreciate it. I’m spent right now, but I know I’ll enjoy it later.”

Laura stood there listening to the arrangements being made to fuck her, and instead of getting angry, she got wet.

Mark said, “Sit back down, Laura. Dan and I need to talk a little business, until supper time.”

“This is a great place to talk business, unless you get too distracted.”

“No problem, just fuck the nearest slave and get on with business.”

“True! You’ll do well here, Mark.”

Chapter 12: Dinner

The men sat in the lobby and discussed business deals, the various women that walked by, and ways of dealing with wives and slaves. Laura thought that Dan didn’t distinguish between wives and slaves. The buzzer inside her was getting her horny. She talked quietly with Beth about some of the things that they saw in the lobby. After half an hour or so, Brenda arrived, led by her attendant. Brenda sat at her husband’s feet, next to Laura, and joined in the conversation. Dan dismissed Brenda’s attendant, who returned to the asset dorms.

Laura found herself in a discussion of the merits of sex after whipping, ways to make a long stay in a pillory less painful, and ways of doing common simple tasks with hands cuffed behind your back. On the last subject, Beth was an expert, and passed on a lot of tips and techniques.

At six, it was time for dinner. The men rose and ordered the women to follow. At the entrance to the dining room, they stopped as Mark removed Laura’s belts and vibrator. The desk attendant placed them in a bag and marked them for delivery to Mark’s room. Laura wondered if Beth was to join them, when Mark handed Beth’s leash to the desk attendant and said, “I’d like to check this slave.”

Beth whispered to Laura, “That means they’ll feed me and have me back here after dinner.”

After the minor details were resolved, the men took their wives’s leashes and led them into the dining room. Attendants led them to places with their names on table tags. Dan and Mark were seated together, with their wives on the outside. The men had chairs. The women had poles. They weren’t the fancy electric stimulation devices, but instead were dildos on saddle-like seats, mounted on poles that were in turn mounted on a large, stable square of wood. Brenda sat gracefully, taking the dildo into her. Laura sat too, taking a bit more time. After they were seated, attendants fastened the leashes to the pole, tightly enough to prevent the women from rising off the impaling instruments. Laura looked around the room, and saw that most of the women were on similar seating, with a few having regular chairs, some having cushions that they knelt on, and others sitting on the floor.

When the appetizers arrived, Mark and Dan removed the women’s handcuffs. Many others were uncuffed then, or hadn’t been cuffed. Some had longer-chained cuffs in front, some with chains to the collar. Others just sat cuffed, with their male feeding them an occasional morsel, or just letting them sit there.

The dinner was a pleasant one, with good wine and fine food. Nude musicians provided an accompaniment. As the desert was served, a trio of slave performers started a juggling, tumbling, and comedy performance that emphasized sex, vulnerability, and subservience.

Dan told Mark that the performers would be in the lobby pillories after dinner. The diners could rate their performance by swatting them (a negative review) or fucking them (a positive review). From the applause and laughter, it seemed that they would be getting a long series of fuckings.

When dinner was over, the men cuffed their wives and released them from the poles. Mark found Beth tethered to the slave rack outside the dining room, cuffed and gagged. He removed her ball gag but left it loosely buckled around her neck. Mark said, “Dan, let’s go show our appreciation of the performers.”

Dan replied, “The line will be pretty long now. It would be easier to wait a couple of hours. Right now, I’d rather swap wives and exercise our mutual permissions.”

Mark thought that was a great idea. He handed Laura’s leash to Dan, collected Brenda’s, and led Brenda and Beth off to his room.

Chapter 13: Laura’s Loaning

Dan took Laura to a room near the lobby, one of a series of rooms along a corridor. As they passed some of the doors, Laura noticed that each room had a different device for restraining women for sex. The room that Dan selected contained a firm leather-covered pad with eyebolts around its edges. Dan put leather cuffs on Laura’s ankles and wrists, and a belt around her waist. He removed her handcuffs and had her lie on the mat. He used leather straps to connect the belt to eyebolts at either side of the mat, and spread her wrists to the upper corners. He fastened her ankles to the same bolts as her wrists, bending her wide open. He checked her vagina and found that she was wet, but added some lubricant anyway. He got on his hands and knees over her and had her suck him for a while, then withdrew. He didn’t bother with any foreplay for her, but immediately invaded her. Unlike how he fucked Brenda after her whipping, he took it slow and paused occasionally to rest.

The strain of the position was causing Laura discomfort, but she knew better than to complain or ask him to hurry up. She suspected that her discomfort was intentional and a part of Dan’s pleasure; at least it was better that a whipping. It wasn’t all bad, though. Dan had a big cock, and he was putting a lot of pressure on her clit. He finally sped up, climaxing just after Laura. He got off of her and left the room, leaving her in the wide-open position. He came back shortly, with the fluids of the sex removed from his genitalia. “That was a good fuck, Laura. I hope you enjoyed it too. I’d like to do this again, many times. You must do the Kegel exercises.”

Laura replied, “Yes, I do. Mark had me go to a special trainer. I have a special dildo that measures the strength of the vaginal muscles, and I have to demonstrate that I can squeeze it tight. It keeps him interested in fucking me.”

“That’s good. I’ll ask him about that trainer, so I can send Brenda.” He unhooked her legs and removed the straps, then had her remove the leather cuffs and belts. At his command, she turned so he could cuff her. “I’ll fasten you outside Mark’s room. If Brenda is still there when he collects you, have him send her to my room. Just give her leash to any passing slave and give instructions that she be hitched outside my room.” Dan led her by her leash to Mark’s room and fastened her there.

Laura noticed that the rooms were referred to as the man’s room, not as the couple’s room. She was used to that in Mark’s circle of friends. There weren’t any non-submissive women in the whole batch, including Laura. The wives were about half free and half slaves, with some kept under lock and key or bound constantly. Some went about in public clothed but bound in some way. They got together in a kind of wive’s club once in a while, with the constantly-restrained members escorted by minder slaves. They would have dinner and drinks, discuss subjects of common interest, such as new methods of bondage that they had been in and how to cope with them, ways to increase the sexual pleasure of their men, and the constantly-changing lists of which wives, in and out of the group, were slaves. Laura had never heard of this place in that group, so she assumed that she wouldn’t meet any of them here. She was considering asking Brenda if she wanted to join the group. Her perspective on whippings would be interesting at the meetings. It struck her that having Beth some and talk about being in pillories and doing things while cuffed would be good, too, but she wondered if that could be arranged.

Laura stood outside the door for about half an hour. Mark opened the door, leading Brenda, and said “I didn’t expect to find you here. I don’t know what to do with Brenda.”

Laura told him what Dan had instructed her. Mark snagged a passing slave and had Brenda delivered as specified. He took Laura in the room, uncuffed her, and locked her leash to the bed. Beth was already there, restrained the same way. “I’m going to the lobby for a while. Entertain yourselves. The TV remote is on the headboard; watch TV if you like.” He left.

“Did he fuck you again?” asked Laura.

“No, he had me assist in fucking Brenda. I think he plans on keeping me for his whole stay here, to do chaining, unchaining, and cock aiming. It’s not a bad assignment. Do you want to watch TV?”

“No, there’s nothing on TV tonight that’s worth watching.”

“We can watch the resort channels. Some show bondage movies, and others are live cameras in the various rooms, like the lobby and the whipping room. The entertainers in pillories will be on one of the channels.”

They tuned in that channel and saw a line of men waiting to fuck the three slaves. Their butts were not red, showing that there were very few negative reviews. “Aren’t they sore after something like this?”

“Yes, but they get credit for a good performance and pleasing so many guests. It increases their bonus and adds to their vacation time. They get two or three days off after each performance to help them heal up.”

Laura asked Beth about speaking at the wive’s club. “I know that others have done things like that, but I’m not sure how it was arranged. I know that you’ll have to pay the resort for using me. It won’t be my vacation, so I’ll be taken there by another slave, bound and gagged until I’m at your meeting. I’d like to do it. I do get a vacation, and this is a nice place, but getting out every once in a while would be nice, too.”

After watching the lobby fucking for a while, Laura tired of watching other women getting fucked. She drew Beth to her and started a lesbian sex session. When Mark returned, we was treated to a two-woman 69 that got him rather hot and bothered. When they surfaced, they noticed him watching. Laura was concerned that he was unhappy about unauthorized sex, but he just smiled and climbed aboard her for some rare unbound sex, if the leash didn’t count.

Chapter 7: Frustration

Beth started up a buzz on her pole, but Laura sat there with her hands out to one side, trying to look at the control and press buttons without knowing what the buttons did. She finally figured out VibOn meant Vibrator On, and pressed it, and found arrow keys adjacent to the button to turn it up. The resulting buzz was pleasant, but wasn’t going to be enough. She was puzzled by Heat, and tried it, and found that the warming was very pleasant. She didn’t turn that up much. The section of the control labeled Electro scared her a bit, but found that the low intensity electrical stimuli were not painful, and eventually found a setting that helped, getting her wet. However, she could still tell that it wasn’t going to be enough.

Beth was bouncing on her pole, with a loud buzz. She gave out frequent gasps. Laura tried to ask her questions about the control, but Beth was lost in her pleasure. An attendant walked by, finally, as Laura’s frustration began to boil over. The attendant smiled and took pity on her, and took the remote. “First, we’ll move the clit nub into the proper position for your clit. That should help quite a bit.” Laura felt the direct buzzing and the rush of pleasure, and gasped agreement. “We can also try different electrical things. This always works for me.” Suddenly, there was a buzz deep in her vagina, another near the entrance, and one halfway down that really felt good. Laura ground herself into the device. The attendant then pressed one more button, and the feeling at her clit was suddenly much greater. “A little electricity in just the right place.” The attendant studied Laura’s face and shaking and said, “Will that do?”

Laura gasped out “Yes.”

The attendant put the control in Laura’s hand and said, “Next time, stop and get a lesson from the attendant before you start,” and walked off. Just then Beth had a climax and sat still, and turned off her device. Laura was rising rapidly to a climax, and soon had it. She left the device doing its work, though, and reached a second. She then slowly rose from the pole. “Please turn this off for me. I would have liked a bit of help using that thing.”

Beth took the remote, turned off the device, and put the control in a hanger low on the pole. “That was on purpose. Too many women try to turn it on too high at first, and that seems to be the best way to get people to start slow.” She unhooked the leash and led Laura out of the room. As they left, Laura noticed the attendant cleaning the newly vacated poles.

Chapter 8: Armless

As they walked down the corridor, Laura saw a slave coming their way who didn’t seem to have any arms. Laura thought that this meant that the woman was wearing an armbinder that kept her arms tightly together. As the slave passed them, though, Laura saw that she in fact had no arms. Beth saw the look of amazement on Laura’s face, and said, “That’s Sandy. The story is that she was in some kind of accident that got her hands and arms mangled, and her owner just had them remove her arms. She ended up here after her skill with her mouth made her famous in some circles. She’s also quite in demand by men that want absolutely helpless women. She’s the only woman here that doesn’t need her arms bound to enter the bar.

“How can she survive with no arms?”

“It’s not easy. She has a sex staff slave permanently assigned to her, and she gets other slaves to do some things for her when she isn’t around that dedicated servant. She’s usually with a guest, though; she’s in great demand. It makes some of the others around here nervous that management may try to get more like her by cutting off a few arms. If they do that I think they’ll offer a few on the sex staff the chance to go to asset status in return for their arms.”

Chapter 9: Hot Tubbing

Beth led Laura back toward the pool. “Would you like to sit in the hot tub for a while?”

Laura said, “Yes. That would be relaxing after a nice orgasm.”

Beth led Laura to a room with several spas in it. No one else was present. They went to the farthest tub and stepped in, and Beth started the spa. As they relaxed, she said, “You wanted to know about me. It’s safe to talk for now.”

“How did you end up here?”

“As a slave, you mean? Poverty. We were poor, with no prospects. I had no way of going to college. When my parents sold off my older sister when she got to be too big of a pain, I knew my turn was coming. I just wanted to get to a place where I could stand it. I asked around, did some checking, asked a few people with connections, and found this place. Their recruiter showed me the package. I didn’t think he was telling me the truth, but the asset contract said that I couldn’t be snuffed or tortured except for special reasons, that I would get a vacation every year, and a chance to get more education. I had a lawyer at a free law clinic look at the contract, and he thought it would work. I get medical care, a stipend, and a retirement plan. I also get fucked a lot, whipped occasionally, and tied up a great deal of the time. Most of the time my life is quite pleasant.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Three years. I expect to be here for another ten to fifteen. When I get too old to be interesting, they can have me do administration work, or just let me go. It’s a lot better than being a general slave. They don’t have any outs, and there is nothing stopping the owner from doing anything they want.”

“Why do they use asset slaves, then, if they have to pay them and have other obligations?”

“They get better workers that way. Many of the general slaves are judicially enslaved or just plain stupid. I get good ratings for my work, and get treated as well as a slave gets treated in return. They have classes in sucking, fucking, bathing men, pleasing men in other ways, pleasing women, and charm. I took all the classes. I get a nice room, a TV, vcr/dvd, magazines, and the use of the sex staff in my off time. I have to use the gym and stay in shape.”

“They don’t beat you?”

“All staff slaves have to be whipped at least once a year, and unless I get whipped for an infraction or for not pleasing a guest, I get mine on my birthday. So far, I’ve only been whipped on my birthday.”

“You mentioned sex staff. They are separate?”

“Yes. They wear the green collars. Most of them are not assets. They are basically fuck toys. If a guest wants a body in a pillory for any reason, they just grab a green-collar. If a guest wants to whip someone, they just grab a green-collar. If a guest wants a suck, or to fuck, they can use any available staff slave, but there are so many green-collars around that they usually grab one of them. They don’t have as good a life.”

“I hope I don’t have to see any snuffings.”

“There aren’t many here. Management discourages them for slaves brought in. Enslaved wives can’t be snuffed. Sex staff slaves have been snuffed in rare cases, but always away from the guests. Slaves that don’t work out are usually sold.”

Another group entered the room, so they stopped talking about slave life, and discussed activities that Laura might want to try at the resort, and activities that her husband might want to try. Laura was concerned about one thing. “He’s been careful not to let anyone else fuck me enough to enslave me. If he takes off this red tag, I could get enslaved.”

“Not here you can’t. All male guests have to sign an agreement that they will not enslave anyone using sex at the resort as a basis. You can get fucked all day long and not get enslaved here.”

Laura thought that getting fucked all day sounded painful, but somehow alluring. “That’s good to know. It would be fun to pull a train again.”

Suddenly, Beth sat up straight. “My collar buzzed. That means I am to call the desk. It probably means that your husband arrived. Let’s get out, and I’ll make the call.” Shortly after that, Beth was towelling them both off. “Yes, he’s here. I am to deliver you to him in his room. The desk clerk said that he might keep me, too.”

Chapter 5: A Chance Encounter

The waitress came for their drink order. Her waitress outfit was a black lace ruffle around her hips that was styled like a waitress dress, if a dress was only three inches long. They ordered coffee, and it was delivered in insulated mugs with straws. Beth could drink it normally, being cuffed in front, but she sipped it through the straw along with Laura.

They talked about the resort and its rules and features, about working out, and about activities available at the resort. Even in the winter there were plenty of things to do, and in the summer the place was an outdoor playground. Laura noticed, however, that Beth was deflecting questions about herself. When Laura finally asked why, Beth spoke in a low voice, “We’re not supposed to talk about our lives. If you are interested, it will have to wait until we are alone.” Laura nodded, and they went on with small talk.

“I would think that with the bondage theme of the place, the waitresses would be cuffed or in armbinders and have a tray strapped to them to deliver drinks,” observed Laura.

“They tried that, and it sounds good, and it looks good, but it doesn’t work in practice. The waitresses were always bumping into things and spilling drinks all over. This works better.”

After they were done with their coffee, they rose to leave. Just then, a staff slave led a short brunette past on a leash. The brunette stopped abruptly and said “Laura!”

The handler stopped too, and Laura saw that the speaker was Brenda, a woman she knew somewhat from her husband’s business activities. Laura knew that Brenda’s husband was quite wealthy.

“Hello, Brenda.”

“Laura, I didn’t know you came here.”

“This is my first visit.”

“Welcome! I like it here. I’d like to talk to you about it more, but I have an appointment that I can’t be late for.”

“Don’t want to miss your slot at the beautician?”

“No, I’m getting my daily whipping in five minutes, and if I’m late I get extra strokes. Ten strokes is just about right, but twenty is too much.”

“Whipping?” Laura asked Beth, “Do I get that too?”

“Not unless you ask for it or you husband orders it,” replied Beth. “Why don’t we go with them? It’s a good thing to see on a tour.” Beth tugged Laura’s leash, and Brenda’s handler tugged Brenda’s leash, and the four of them went to the desk attendant to get the cuffs removed from the handlers.

Chapter 6: Whipping

The attendants led the cuffed guests to a room at the rear of the main lodge. Inside, there was a post that was obviously a whipping post, and lots of other gear for attaching women. A slave rose from her chair and took charge of Brenda. “Hi, Brenda. Just in time. Are you ready for ten?” As she spoke, she uncuffed Brenda, put leather cuffs on her, and snapped the cuffs together in front, then attached them to a chain dangling from the ceiling. After stepping to the wall, the slave pulled on the other end of the chain, pulling Brenda’s hands straight up. She returned to Brenda with a spreader bar, which she attached to Brenda’s ankles. Brenda was now tightly stretched, almost on tiptoe. The slave got a crop and a cane from a cabinet and returned to Brenda. Just then, Brenda’s husband came into the room and stopped about ten feet from his wife.

No words were spoken. The slave cropped Brenda’s bottom, then used the cane on it for one stroke, then repeated the procedure on her stomach, then repeated the strokes until Brenda had eight strokes. Brenda was obviously in pain; the strokes were not gentle. The whipping slave then took the crop and smartly hit Brenda’s vulva twice, quickly. Brenda let out a sob, and was breathing fast. Her husband dropped his pants, stepped to Brenda, pulled her spreader bar to him with his foot, then stepped over the bar and proceeded to enter her standing up. Brenda kept them together by pulling the bar against the back of her husband’s legs. The sex was quick. When her husband was done, he stepped back, and Brenda’s attendant cleaned him with her mouth. He put his pants back on, told Brenda, “Very good,” and left.

Her attendant asked Brenda, “Did you finish?”

Brenda gasped out, “Not quite.”

The attendant knelt and started licking Brenda.

Beth said, “She’ll probably be left chained here for at least half an hour. Let’s go on with our tour.”

Chapter 6: Exercise and Poles

Beth showed Laura the indoor pool, pointed out the outdoor pool and tennis courts, and took her to the fitness center. The fitness center had a large variety of name-brand workout equipment, and there were many women there lifting weights and using treadmills. “The staff has a requirement to use the equipment, and many men require their women to use it too. Some use it with electric dildos that stimulate their exercise.” Laura wondered whether the stimulus was pleasure, or punishment for walking slowly.

They went by the dining room, which was being readied for supper, the main office, the activities desk, and the restraints office. The restraints office was a large room full of bondage gear. There was also staff to fit and install restraints. Laura and Beth spent a while browsing the unusual items, and they even tried some on. After a while, Beth asked Laura, “Do you need a little relief?”

Laura immediately knew what was meant. “Yes.”

“Let’s go to the pole room.” Beth led Laura out, while Laura was trying to work out what a pole room was. They walked into a place filled with sex stimulators on poles, which Laura had seen in magazines but hadn’t used herself. They each took a pole. Laura seated herself, and Beth hooked the leash to the pole. “I’m not allowed to let you run loose if your husband says to accompany you, and if I get distracted, you could wander off on me.” Beth then put a remote control in Laura’s hand, and let Laura figure out how to use it.

Chapter 1: Looking at Pine Haven

Bob James stood at his office window, looking out at the winter scene. The golf course and the tennis courts were empty, and only a few people walked between the main building and the two outlying residential annexes. The only other person in sight was June Johnson, bent over and securely locked in one of the twenty outdoor pillories. At least Bill had let her have the high heel shoes to keep her feet off the concrete. She was, of course, other than shoes and collar, completely nude, as all women in Pine Haven were required to be. She was shivering in the mild cold. Bob thought that she’d been out there for half an hour, and that if Bill didn’t get her in the next ten minutes that he would have to remove her himself. Just then, he saw Bill coming to the pillory. Bill swatted her rump smartly, unlocked the pillory, handcuffed her, and led her toward the main building. OK, one less thing to watch out for. Slaves weren’t supposed to be snuffed here without prior arrangement, and non-slaves and slave wives weren’t to be snuffed at all, and June was a slave wife. Bob thought about asking Bill to put June in Bob’s private pillory for an afternoon, but decided that the new fuck slaves should be sampled first.

Bob had been reflecting on his tenure at this fine institution and how it had come about, and how it was now legal and respected. Not like at the beginning…

Chapter 2: Beginnings

At first, back in the 1940s, a wealthy industrialist had bought a bunch of scrub land, hills and narrow valleys covered with pine forests, and used it as a hunting reserve. As the years went by, he added a few cabins and started inviting friends and business associates to come, and it started to be a nice summer retreat. One summer he was there with his wife, a close friend and his wife, and the wives had started joking around about how the men were lords of the estate. The mogul said yes, he was lord here, and he ordered all females to remain nude at all times. Surprisingly, the women stripped immediately and stayed that way. He didn’t insist that they stay nude, but he was pleased. When it appeared that they enjoyed it, he realized that he had something.

He and his buddy set up a private trust to hold the land and buildings and had a bigger building constructed, one with a dining room, a bar, staff quarters, and rooms for visitors. They quietly checked around and found a number of wealthy men who liked the idea of a private resort where all women were required to be nude, and the men could dress or undress as they pleased. It wasn’t a nudist colony; those were family things, and the men behind it had decided that this wasn’t going to be a family place. They didn’t care if a man had sex with a woman on the lawn. They’d enjoy watching. The only problem was in staffing. The staff had to be discreet. Any leak, photograph, or spying reporter could be disastrous. They slowly found men that would be discreet and sign agreements to that effect, and women (for maids, cooks, and servers) that would be quiet because otherwise they’d be in big trouble. Some had been in legal trouble, others had things hanging over their heads. The club had an extensive set of nude compromising photographs taken of all the women and stored securely for use as leverage. Of course, the female staff worked nude.

The place was a big success. At first, it was low-key, with men and nude wives or mistresses inhabiting the place for a weekend or a week, relaxing. Many of the men practiced partner-swapping. Many enjoyed the small golf course, tennis courts, and swimming pool, and all enjoyed watching the mostly-female grounds crew maintaining the place. After some troubles with not being able to tell the staff apart and not being able to quickly and positively tell staff and guests apart, they had the staff women wear color-coded collars whenever they weren’t in their own quarters. Some of the men wanted their women to wear collars, so white collars were assigned to guests. This quickly progressed to all kinds of custom additions, which became the standard and then the required code of the place. Some men wanted the collars to stay on, so they had lockable collars made. Others suggested that each collar bear a tag with the woman’s availability (blue for ask her, yellow for ask the man, red for don’t bother asking). When a joker added a green tag to his mistresses’ collar, he said it meant “go ahead.” That was a big hit, if unpopular for the ladies. Eventually all guest collars were locked, and the tags were locked on. No tag meant green, and generally lead to walking bowlegged.

The management, which by that time was professional and included Bob as a lower-level functionary, decided that staff collars were to be locked on, to avoid the guests complaining that theirs were locked, but the maid’s wasn’t.

One day, a new guest went for a walk with his wife, with her being led by a leash attached to her collar. She was also handcuffed. This was a sensation. When they came back to the main building, he led her into the bar and got her a drink with a straw. The women were all agape, and the men were too, for different reasons. When one guy asked whether they should let cuffed women in the bar, another retorted that maybe they shouldn’t let uncuffed women in the bar. That off-the-cuff remark led to a long, silent pause, followed by applause and cheering from the men and apprehension from the women. The next day, after a supply run, there were hundreds of pairs of handcuffs at the club, and a new rule for the bar. Over the years, rules for chains at formal dinners, pillories in the lodge and on the grounds, and other male dominance themes came in. However, the slower-paced years were gone where men could come here for a week or two to relax, and some of the wives were resisting more and more. Mistresses were unreliable and could leak things, even with the security measures — they’d make lots of money posing for men’s magazines, so the photographs were unreliable as deterrents. Hiring women to serve as local surrogates helped, but even with using illegal immigrants and others that were unlikely to tell, it was becoming a losing battle, with fewer patrons and less fun. It looked like the end was near.

Chapter 3: Slaves!

The WSA changed things overnight. It was true that bondage was less scandalous in the years just before, and that women were less apprehensive about it, but the tide had not turned. If any of the patrons had known what was coming, though, they didn’t tell the management. It was interesting how several men made a push to get on the board late in 1999, though. Then the bombshell dropped. Bob, by now general manager, thought that with slavery that the place was done for. The new directors told him to wait it out. Some men wanted to have a place like this to play. Others wanted a place like this to play with slaves that weren’t theirs, to relieve them of the burden of support and control. Others wanted privacy, away from reporters. Many wanted to have a place where they could use their wives like slaves, which required staying out of the public eye.

Bob remembered calling the female staff together and announcing the changes. All the staff was to be slaves, mostly corporate asset. Any of the current staff that wanted to convert, with a nice gentle asset contract, was welcome to. Bob expected maybe a fifth to convert, but it was more like three quarters. The gaps they filled from slave brokers. Business picked up because now, with slave staff, they didn’t have to hide, and more wealthy men knew about their idyllic hideaway. Bob bought a bunch of sex slaves to offer guests. They weren’t assets, they all wore green collars, and they knew better than to resist any approach from any guest unless they were assigned to one guest — then they got a red tag.

Bob also remembered some nasty fights they had with women that wanted to use the place as lesbian dommes. They were welcome, but the rules were clear — all women were to be nude and collared, even dommes. Some accepted, putting four or five red tags on their collars. Most fulminated.

Bob had a new entrance added. There was an expanded lobby, with lots of tethering spots and pillories, and a women’s entrance that led straight to a locker room. Women came in, disrobed, hung up their clothing and their going-home clothes, and shut their locker — sealing it until they left. At the desk by the door into the lobby, they got their collar locked on, and the desk attendant checked the instruction sheet for their names. Many got cuffed and leashed before they were sent in. Some got gagged. A few got portable stocks, cangues, or even wheeled bondage gear that restrained them immovably. All were totally, gloriously, and in some cases hideously, nude.

Chapter 4: Laura Arrives

Laura Jones drove up the entrance drive after giving her name through the gate intercom and the gate opened. It looked pleasant, this Pine Haven that her husband, Mark, arranged for them to visit. He didn’t tell her much about it, other than it being adults-only and to follow the instructions of the staff on her arrival. He would come in later in the day after a business appointment. Laura figured that there was going to be some kind of surprise, and hoped it would be a pleasant one. After living for over six years as the wife of a dominant man, she had gotten used to following instructions, bondage, and being lent as a sex object. She thought after the law passed that she was going to be enslaved, but Mark hadn’t done it. She no longer feared it, as many women she knew were enslaved wives, but was glad that Mark found his mastery over her complete enough without a legal enslavement.

She drove up to a grand-looking lodge and saw a strange sign: “Cars with women inside”, with an arrow pointing at a valet parking stand. She drove up to the stand and got out as a valet came to get the keys. He helped her get her small overnight bag out of the back, with a strange smile that she thought was odd, and told her that the women’s entrance was through the door directly behind the valet stand. Laura started to wonder about this place, with directions for cars containing women and a women’s entrance, but she obeyed the instructions as she had been ordered.

She entered the building and saw a desk with an attractive older woman sitting behind it — totally nude. This place is interesting, she thought. The desk attendant welcomed her, called for an assistant, and another totally nude woman came to the desk.

“Please come with me. I’m your locker and orientation assistant. Let me take your bag.” Laura followed, thinking “This is a fancy place, with slave attendants. I think I’ll like it here.” The attendant led her to a room that Laura recognized as a locker room — a carpeted, comfortable locker room — but a locker room none the less. The slave led her to a locker that already had her name on it.

“Please disrobe and hang your clothes in the locker,” she said, opening the door. “I’ll get any clothing out of your bag and store it in the locker for you.” The slave op