MISTRESS KATHY'S ACADEMY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION
Chapter 1
Adam and Monica had been together for almost four months when they first heard about the "Academy." It was an odd name for a resort, but it had been highly recommended on the blogs they had frequented, and the resort's website was intriguing. It had seemed like the perfect place to solidify their relationship.
It was a relationship based on their shared fascination with BDSM—and in each other, of course. It had started with just talk, but when they realized how well their sexual fantasies meshed, their experimentation progressed quickly to regular sessions of ropes and cuffs. It was all in good fun.
Adam was a bottom—by choice. Really, he was okay with it. His only regret was that they couldn't share any aspect of their lifestyle with anyone they knew. Their uptight friends just wouldn't understand.
So how could they not be intrigued when the website for Mistress Kathy's Academy of Domination and Submission bragged about the two-week training course that immersed couples in the BDSM lifestyle? The campuses were on a beautiful island, and the description had promised two full weeks immersed in bondage culture.
Adam and Monica were ready. Here was a chance to meet others who shared their fascination. And how could they resist the lure of two weeks of the kinkiest sex they'd ever have?
They'd bought their tickets, filled out the questionnaires and agreed upon the tuition. A commercial plane had taken them to a Pacific island where a lovely woman dressed in skintight leather had met them at the airport and driven them to a dock. There they had boarded a yacht for a 5-hour voyage to the Academy's tropical island campus.
Now Adam and Monica explored the Academy's north campus. After lunch and a visit to the gift shop, their next stop was the "dean's office" where they were to be welcomed by Mistress Kathy herself. Apparently she liked to meet all of her students personally before the necessary papers were signed—to make sure her students met the high standards of the Academy.
The walk across campus was a unique experience. Women wearing dominatrix outfits were walking out in the open, many of them accompanying "subs" who wore a variety of enticing costumes. Although there were some men, Adam noticed that most of the students were beautiful women—something which met with his approval. He also noticed that most of the subs had their arms tied behind their backs with leather restraints, and one even had a gag in her mouth. Adam wondered if this was a normal day or part of a special event.
At the reception desk, they found a female sub wearing a baby T, a g-string and a leash. She pointed the way to Mistress Kathy's office, apologizing for not being able to escort them personally because she was tethered to her desk until her mistress returned.
Adam noted a sign in the lobby which read:
ALL SLAVES MUST BE APPROPRIATELY RESTRAINED WHILE IN THE COMMON AREAS.
Adam wondered what exactly a "common area" was.
"This is really impressive," said Monica as they walked down the hall toward the office.
"Just like the pictures on the website," agreed Adam.
"Nervous?"
"We came all this way to do this. I still want to if you do."
Monica looked up and saw a dominatrix leading a pair of toga-clad girls wearing leashes and armbinders. Monica twirled a finger through her blonde curls--a tell that she was getting turned on.
"Yeah," she admitted. "I really want to."
Adam expected Mistress Kathy to look like a schoolmarm but was surprised to find a raven-haired woman with supermodel good looks sitting across the table from them. She wore business attire, but with a very short black skirt that displayed enticingly long legs. Adam noticed that among the various office items sitting on the table before her was a flexible riding crop.
"You've read the brochures," Mistress Kathy said. "And I see that you more than meet our enrollment standards." She gave Adam a meaningful look which made him a bit uncomfortable. "Do either of you have any questions before signing the contracts?"
Adam was feeling anxious--in part because of the décor of the room. At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary office, but looking up, he noticed a network of chains and pulleys suspended from an unusually high ceiling, the purpose of which he could only guess.
Adam had been looking forward to two weeks of kinky role-playing, but now that he was actually here, the whole thing seemed uncomfortably real. Although he didn't want to admit it to Monica, he was nervous, and he realized that this was his last chance to voice any doubts he had.
"If we change our minds, can we drop out and get our money back?" he asked. He glanced at Monica who was a bit surprised at his question, but she didn't seem angry.
"That
rarely
happens," Kathy said. She turned to Monica and asked, "Is he always this shy?"
"Not usually," admitted Monica.
Kathy smiled at him appreciatively. "First day jitters are not uncommon." She turned to Monica. "I
like
a little shyness in my subs. You've chosen him well.
"Regarding his question, if you
truly
want to leave, you may take your slave and go home, and the remainder of your tuition will be refunded—provided you're not expelled, which triggers a forfeiture clause. And naturally, your equipment fee
isn't
refundable. It's already gone toward the purchase of gags, restraints and other equipment for your personal use. These items are yours to keep regardless of whether you decide to enroll."
Monica turned to Adam. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
Looking in Monica's eyes, he felt reassured. They both wanted to do this, and although he had some jitters, he didn't want to back out. "It was just a question," he said.
"Excellent," said Kathy, taking more papers out of a file. "As you already know, there are three contracts to sign before you can be admitted. The first is a slave contract. It is not our policy to admit new couples unless their relationship has been formalized in writing."
Adam knew this was coming and had mentally prepared for it. "My understanding is that this isn't a
legally binding
contract."
Mistress Kathy smiled at him intently. "Don't enter into this agreement lightly just because American courts don't recognize its legality. You're making a commitment to a lifestyle of submission which we take very seriously. The slave contract we prepared for you is based on the questionnaires you both filled out. Monica, you agree that you will be responsible for his care, his conduct and his training. And Adam, you agree to allow Monica to make decisions for you and to abide by her wishes without complaint."
The contract lay on the desk in front of them. Adam and Monica read it carefully.
"Okay," said Adam after taking a deep breath. "Let's do it." Adam and Monica both signed the contract.
Mistress Kathy took the signed contract and put another much longer one in front of them. "The second contract is for dominatrix training. Monica, by signing this, you agree to pay the tuition in advance for your classes in the domination school. In return, we agree to train you in the arts of domination and proper slave care."
Monica picked up the contract to read it more carefully. Adam leaned over to see what she was reading, but Mistress Kathy abruptly swatted the table with her crop, causing them both to jump.
"This contract is for
her
training," she said, glaring at Adam. "It doesn't concern you."
After a brief hush, Monica giggled, amused by how seriously Mistress Kathy was taking the enrollment process. "It's all right, Adam. I can handle this on my own."
"While she's reading that, you will have time to prepare for your stay," Mistress Kathy told Adam. She reached into a file drawer and pulled out a tiny black swimming brief and a collar. "These are your new clothes. You may change behind the screen," she said, gesturing toward a dimly lit changing area in a dark corner of her office.
"Now?" he asked. "I was hoping we could get settled into our room first if that's all right."
"It isn't," said Kathy. "You're a slave now and must look the part." She held the brief and the collar before him. "These are items your mistress has already purchased, and I'm sure she doesn't want her money to be wasted."
Monica seemed amused. "Go on," she said. "I've seen you wear less. Try them on and see if they fit."
Adam picked up the black brief which looked even smaller close up. "This isn't my size," he said.
"I have your measurements on file," informed Kathy. "It's perfect."
Adam went behind the screen and put it on. He emerged a few minutes later wearing the outfit and carrying the clothes he arrived in. There was a full-length mirror in the changing area, so he knew exactly what he looked like. He waited for Monica to laugh at him.
She didn't. Instead she gasped quietly and stared at him with renewed interest. "I've never seen you in a collar before," she said.
"Really?" said Mistress Kathy with surprise. "That's the most important part. It demonstrates his willing submission to your authority." Kathy took the clothes from Adam's hands and put them in an unmarked briefcase.
"I like your new look," said Monica, grinning mischievously. Adam saw that she had signed the second contract while he had been changing.
"Where are you putting my clothes?" asked Adam.
"You're
