Stephanie
Her long, tanned legs stretched over the side of her bed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She took a few uneasy steps as she headed for the curtains. She gasped as she slowly drew them, temporarily blinding her deep green eyes. The sun was still partly blocked by trees but that didn't stop it from fighting through and melting the light covering of frost on the grass. Stephanie scanned her room searching for some of her clothes, forgetting that they had been confiscated at the front desk. They had all been traded in for a solid steel chastity belt, which she now wore.
It's not that she didn't want this, this was exactly what she wanted. She paid a handsome sum of money for this 'vacation'; something that most people would call hell. It was a beautiful, secluded resort in the northern region of New York State, far away from prying eyes. They offer a very special service for a niche market; people who enjoy and live for chastity. The concept is simple, pay to come and stay at the resort like you would with a normal vacation. Of course it includes 5 star accommodation, food, drinks and naturally mandatory chastity and bondage.
Stephanie rushed to make herself look somewhat presentable. She spent some time doing her makeup, straightening her beautiful brunette hair, and finally spraying a little bit of perfume as a final touch. She adjusted her very secure chastity belt and moaned at her aching pussy begging for attention. The grand clock in the main hall began to chime; she would become officially late on the 11th ring.
She hopped down and the stairs, rounded the corner and joined the line of at least 15 naked guests, save for their chastity belts/devices. Cocks strained against plastic and steel as pussies ached and dripped behind their equally as restrictive prisons. Some suffered even worse fates, as Steph could hear faint buzzing sounds of vibrators locked inside pussies or asses. 'how awful, but how delicious it must be' she thought to herself as she put her hands behind her back and awaited the House Mistress to arrive.
The clock gonged for the 11th time and then there was complete silence. Females, males, the young and old, wealthy businessmen and successful women, they all stood at attention with their hands behind their backs. Finally, the sound of high heels echoed through the halls. She was here. The one they all worshiped, the House Mistress. She stood in front of them all, towering over 6' tall in expensive 6" leather stiletto pumps, her blonde hair flowed well past her shoulders, her icy blue eyes stared each of them down; not a word was said. Leather leggings clung to her legs and hugged her curves while an equally as tight fitting corset accentuated her D breasts. A single key hung from her neck attached to a gold and platinum chain.
"Good morning slaves, I expect you all had a good nights sleep." She finally spoke, everyone lowered their eyes. "Here are your assignments for the day. Slaves 1-5 will be on reception today, 5 new slaves should be arriving shortly. Slaves 6-9 shall have relaxation and pleasure. Slaves 10-15 will receive punishment and teasing. And slave 16, you will be my personal assistant for the day." Stephanie's heart jumped up into her throat, slave 16 was her number. She had heard stories of the things that happen when you're the house mistress' 'assistant'. She would be in for a rough day.
Amanda
"Why the fuck do I have to do this again, I did it two days ago." Said Phil with disgust.
"Shut up, or we'll all get in trouble. I don't want to be punished again." Amanda replied as she began to change into the uniform. The slaves at reception were responsible for welcoming, registering, pleasuring and then fitting all new slaves with a chastity device. Before arriving, every slave submits an information form which contains all their measurements, physical description, any special requests/needs and a picture so that the management knows the type of individual arriving. Also, customized steel belts can be made to fit the slave.
Amanda tightened the rear strings on her corset before pulling up her thigh high stockings and clipped them to the garter. Finally, she slipped on her 5" red stiletto platform heels. Her steel chastity belt was still exposed, locked firmly to her nether region. Amanda had gone without an orgasm for almost two weeks, and she still had another two to go; the longest she had gone without relief.
Males at reception were required to wear almost the same as females. Phil reluctantly pulled up his black chaps and then his tight fitting leather top complete with bow tie. Amanda's desire to have Phil inside her increased with each passing day; but both their chastity belts denied any chance of that. Phil was extremely attractive, with a nice build, tanned, toned muscles and dark flowing hair. Amanda was 28 and she guessed that Phil was around the same age; perfect.
"Hey, Mandy, can you give me a hand." Phil said, as he gestured her to help him with his bow tie. She helped without hesitation.
"Seems really nice outside, I hope we can have some relaxation time soon." She made small talk as she finished the knot.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Hopefully we can have it together." Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. 'Is that him hitting on me?' She thought to herself, almost forgetting to say something. "Yeah, that would be great!" Was the only reply she muster, along with a stupid grin on her face.
The other 3 slaves arrived whom were assigned to reception duty, dressed in similar attire. "You guys ready?" Asked a middle aged man, maybe in his 40's. Amanda had never learned anyone else's name, nor did she care to; except for Phil's.
"Yup, our new arrivals should be here in about 30 minutes." Phil said, as he turned and walked towards the reception area.
Amanda quickly joined him behind the front desk and waitied for the new arrivals, she always felt nervous standing in front of strangers dressed as she was. At least the desk could offer her a little bit of cover.
Before she knew it, the five new guests arrived in a dark coloured limousine. Three men and two women, the oldest of which must have been in his 50s and the youngest in her 20s; the latter is what caught Amanda's intoxicating blue eyes. This girl must have been a model and if she wasn't, she should. Skin tight jeans clung to her long legs and a thick, dark beige jacket with fur trim couldn't even cover her insane cleavage. Her hood was drawn up and large sunglasses covered most of her face.
"Hello and welcome to the resort, ma'am." Amanda said politely with a genuine smile as the female approached the desk. At this point, the other slaves were already approaching the other new arrivals; one slave for each new guest. Males always welcomed males and females did the same with their female counterparts.
"Hey, thank you." Replied the female, as she adjusted her hood to better hide her face.
"Can I please have your name, ma'am?" Amanda asked professionally.
"Katie. Katie Winters." She said at almost a whisper. Amanda quickly checked the registry and pulled out Katie's file. She read over the background before taking the file and ushering Katie towards the first interview room.
Once inside the room, she offered Katie a seat first before taking one herself, kicking off her heels as she sat. Amanda never really liked heels; sure, they made your legs look amazing but it wasn't worth the pain to her. She was more of a flats and sneakers kind of girl.
"You can take your coat off Ms. Winters, make yourself comfortable." Katie hesitantly stood and removed her jacket then placed it on the back of her chair, removing her sunglasses as well. This girl was certainly gorgeous, standing only about 5' 4"; but that did not take away from her many attractive qualities. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders into gentle curls. Her dark hazel eyes kept you locked to her, making you unable to look away. Perfect straight teeth sat behind luscious red lips that just popped.
"Ms. Winters, I hope that you had a nice trip down here. My name is Amanda, I will be helping you get up to speed on things today. If you have any questions, just ask." Mandy opened the folder with all of Katie's information in it. It contained likes, dislikes, breast size, turn ons, turn offs, chastity preference, favourite colour; literally anything you could think of. "What is your experience with chastity?" The pretty red head asked politely.
"Myself and my husband play from time to time. He wanted me to get more experience and trained so he sent me here." Replied Katie, hesitantly.
"Great, you'll definitely get the experience you're looking for." Amanda said with a wink and small smile. Katie did not return the look, in fact, she looked scared. "It's okay Ms. Winters, everyone is nervous when you first get here. But you'll get used to it." Mandy continued to read off the questions and write down the answers, it didn't go on for long before it was time to fit Katie with a belt.
"Now Ms. Winters, it is time. Please read over all the terms and then sign the contract. Please note that should you blatantly disrespect the house or its mistress, perform illegal activities or do anything else the house Mistress considers outside the normal scope of what we do here, you will be removed from the resort. You will not have your deposit returned, you must arrange for your own transportation home and your clothes will not be returned. In other words, be a good girl." Amanda said with another pretty smile.
Katie read it over before signing and dating at the bottom. Her hand shook nervously as she placed the pen down and refused to look Amanda in those dark blue eyes.
"Please take your clothes off Ms. Winters. Underwear has to go as well." It almost looked as if Katie was about to protest, but instead she slowly stood. Her tight fitting purple sweater was the first to go, revealing an even tighter, white, low cut top underneath. Amanda couldn't help but stare at the woman's cleavage, making her feel jealous of the blonde. Katie hesitated taking her top off, Amanda could tell she was the shy type that always liked getting changed alone.
"It's okay Katie, look at what I'm wearing." Amanda said as she gestured down to her chastity belt. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, it's just us." That was a lie; the house mistress had small cameras in these rooms and liked watching the new slaves. Sometimes, she would even make a personal appearance if she saw someone she liked.
A small, shy smile escaped Katie's lips as she peeled off her top revealing her large, shaped breasts being held almost precariously in their purple lace bra. Katie shimmied out of her skin tight jeans next to show a dark purple matching lace thong. Katie stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, refusing to look at Amanda once again.
