Derek pulled into the gravel roadway of a place called Camp Kissawhip. He had been fascinated by femdom stories since he was a teen. His wife, Maureen, had always been an assertive woman but wasn't really into kink. Once in a while he could talk her into dominating him in the bedroom but usually her attitude was "why play games when we can just fuck." This year she had cleverly landed a big deal for her employer and received a substantial bonus. Their kids were away at camp and she told him that she prepared a surprise four day resort vacation she thought he'd particularly enjoy. Last night they stayed in a motel in a town he'd never heard of. Now he was turning into the place she directed him.
He parked in one of the parking spaces. She slid out of the car and pulled her sun dress over her head and opened the back car door and threw it in. Derek saw her standing next to the car wearing nothing but "a ID bracelet he didn't recognize and her sneakers. He was stunned. Fifteen years and two children had changed her somewhat from the hot blonde graduate student that his college sophomore self had somehow had persuaded to go out with him but she was still a very beautiful woman. Seeing her naked outdoors at nine o'clock on a summer morning was a vision that left him speechless.
She smiled. "Don't just stand there goggling like a moron. This is a nudist camp. Get out the car and take your clothes off."
She didn't usually speak so harshly to him. He got out of the car as quickly as he could dropped his cut-offs and briefs to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, he pulled his t-shirt off.
"Take your socks off and put your sneakers back on. You will spend most of your time in there barefoot but you will want your sneakers if we go hiking. Give me the keys and put your clothes in the back seat."
"What about my wallet?"
"Don't worry your boyish head about that. Everything will be paid for from my bonus account."
Most years Derek made more money than Maureen; not enough to make their relationship unequal but enough to show who wore the pants. With the bonus Maureen made more than him this year. The way she was talking he felt like a kept man. He removed his socks. He took the keys out his pocket and threw his clothes, wallet and all, into the backseat.
While he was doing this she took a gray plastic bag from the glove compartment. Derek had been curious about the bag but Maureen acted as if she wanted it to remain private and they didn't snoop on each other in their marriage. She took a brown leather band from the bag. She came around the car and while he stood there naked in his sneakers holding the car keys she put it around his neck and latched it in the back.
"You will wear this collar the entire time you are at the resort. It indicates that you are my slave. Don't even try to get it off. You won't succeed. You will only get yourself punished. There will be many people in there who are also collared. You will submit to and obey anyone in there who is not wearing a collar." She took a black molded object out of the bag and began to attach it to his penis. It covered the shaft and kept it pointing downward. It pushed his balls forward and upward causing discomfort and a bit of pain. "The people who run this place recommend incompletely trained penis slaves like yourself wear one these when their owners are not using their dicks. It prevents them from wasting their vitality by wanking or sticking their weenies where they shouldn't. I could have got you a pink one but I didn't want people to think you were a sissy." She locked the device with keys provided, took the key ring for the car keys from him and added the chastity keys to them. She took what looked like a large turquoise makeup case from the car a put the keys in them.
"Your safe word is 'cumquat.' If you think you can't abide your treatment say 'cumquat' and we'll go home immediately. But be warned if you say 'cumquat' to anyone without a collar even once that's the last time I play your perverted games with you. It will only be vanilla sex for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
Derek felt a combination of thrill and fear. He had always dreamed of being dominated. If his dream became a reality, would things go too far? "Uh, I think so." he said tentatively.
She gave him a hard slap across the face. She never slapped him. "Is that how you talk to your mistress?"
He never saw such a stern look in her eyes. "Please forgive me, Mistress. Yes, I understand mistress.'
He was beginning to understand. In their previous femdom games he had been only been pretending to have no control. He had thought up what he wanted to happen and then talked Maureen into playing her role. At Camp Kissawhip, Maureen decided and he learned his fate as it happened.
She took out a bottle of sun screen. "We'll need this. Put it on me and make sure you do a thorough job."
He daubed some of the sunscreen on each of her cheeks and she rubbed it over her face. He then rubbed it on her neck and proceeded downward covering the rest of her body. He took more time than he needed to on her breasts, cunt, and ass because they were the parts he most enjoyed touching. She remained impassive throughout as if this was completely routine. When he finished she took the bottle and covered him thoroughly but brusquely. Now Derek knew how their dog felt when she rubbed tick spray into his fur,
She took her make-up case and pointed toward the entrance booth. "Walk a couple of steps ahead of me. That way I can ogle your bare ass and also show everyone you're my property."
"Aren't there things we need to bring in?"
She laughed. "I almost forgot." She handed him the blue plastic tube that contained his toothbrush. "That's all you need."
"What about my shaving stuff."
"Slaves can't be trusted with sharp objects. If it is decided that anything on you needs trimming either I or the staff will do it. You've asked enough questions for now. Get moving. I'm ready to start my vacation."
Staff? What kind of place was this? He walked ahead of her as he was told. A naked man wearing a chastity device and sneakers can think of himself as a sexual adventurer. A naked man carrying a toothbrush can only think of himself as a pathetic dork. Despite this he was very excited. His cock was in pain; it wanted to be erect but the device wouldn't let it.
She showed the man in the booth her bracelet.
"Mistress Maureen Anderson and slave." he said. "Sweet Violet cabin and Beaver barracks. Enjoy your stay."
She began to go to her cabin. He followed her. She turned around. "No, silly, I'm going to my cabin. You only are with me when I need you. Otherwise, you are with the Beaver group." She pointed to where nearly a hundred naked people wearing collars were gathering in groups in front of four long buildings. "Find the group wearing brown collars like yours. They are the Beavers. You're one of them now. The staff assigned to your barracks will instruct you from there."
He had expected the slavery aspect of this vacation to be only between Maureen and him. Apparently, he was only one of many slaves at the camp. He found the group with the brown collars. They were a mix of women and men, all nude. Most of the men wore chastity devices. The women were all completely naked. The new arrivals like himself could be identified be their sneakers and toothbrushes. There were three other groups: the Bunnies with white collars, the Eels with gray collars, the Minks with black collars. The Beavers accepted him but were mainly listening for further instructions.
A whistle blew. "Listen up, Beavers! I am Master Joe, the master of the Beaver barracks. Beside me is Ms.Betty, your slave major. We will be in charge of you during your stay. If you wish to avoid punishment, you will follow all my orders immediately without question. Ms. Betty is a slave like yourself and is here to assist you. She will not often tell you what to do but if she does it is for your own good and should be thought of as coming from me. Now line up in an orderly fashion and I will check your tags and give you your bed assignments."
Master Joe was a hairy paunchy middle-aged mustachioed man. The only thing he wore was a red baseball cap with a beaver applique and Master Joe embroidered on the front. Ms. Betty was well over six-feet tall. Derek had never seen a woman so muscular but so completely feminine. She was wearing nothing but a red collar. He admired her perfect body while wondering how much gym time she put in to get it that way.
The Beavers went from a disorganized group into a single-file line. When Derek got to the front of the line, Master Joe said, "Number eight."
Derek proceeded into the barracks. There were twenty-four beds, twelve along each wall. They resembled cots but wider and sturdier than usual. Each was neatly made up with a pillow and a flimsy pastel-colored summer blanket. Number eight, Derek's bed, was lavender. The beds were quite close together and nothing dividing them from each other. Further from the front door was a bathroom area, four showers, three sinks, and one toilet. The showers and toilet were totally in the open, everyone in the barracks could see what anyone was doing there. Behind the bathroom area was a room with a brown curtain across its doorway.
"Newbies, bring put your toothbrushes into the place on the rack by the sinks," barked Mater Joe. " I know you slaves are stupid but be careful about this; we don't want you giving each other diseases because you can't keep your toothbrushes straight. Then take your sneakers off and put them under the foot of your bed. Most places in Camp Kissawhip are free of foot hazards so it safe to go barefoot. If your owner wants you to participate in activities that require footwear you will be told to put them on. I expect all slave campers to be standing at attention at the foot of their beds in three minutes."
Derek hurried to do what he was told. He had never been in the military so all he knew about standing at attention was what he'd seen in the movies. He tried his best to stand extra straight. He looked at the other Beavers and decided he had done well enough for Camp Kissawhip. There were twenty-three other Beavers: six were men, the other seventeen were women. There seemed to be no effort to separate the men from the women. The men's beds were scattered among the women's. Four of the other men wore chastity devices like he did. The other two stood there with their naked dicks hanging out.
"Psst! What's your name number eight?" said number nine.
"D-derek." he stuttered, not being sure if he should talk to her.
"Well, I'm Kessie and that's Missy on the other side. We've been here a few weeks. Don't worry you can talk to us. This is summer camp. We're all here to make friends and have fun."
"You do have a female owner, right?" asked Missy. She was a girl-next-door type in her mid-twenties if you live next store to a nudist slave girl.
"My wife brought me here."
