The Island Retreat
As her cab passed along various piers by the water, Grace wondered if she was out of her mind to be doing this. On the one hand, she was as excited as she could be, but on the other hand, she felt a little apprehensive. She had already traveled all the way here though, so maybe it was past the point of turning back.
The cab finally pulled up to a secluded pier where a small ferry, accommodating perhaps 40-50 people, was already docked. Grace paid the driver and stepped out, her eggshell-colored summer dress swaying gently in the ocean breeze. She carried just a small travel bag, which contained her essentials for this short island trip. She noticed a harbor house nearby with a sign that read, "Registration Inside - The Island Retreat." As nervous as she was, at least she knew she was in the right place.
Upon entering, Grace's gaze immediately landed on the reception desk. The woman behind it wore a badge that read 'Event Coordinator - Island Retreat'. Grace approached the desk and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Grace. I'm here for the Island Retreat," she said. The woman glanced down at a sheet of paper in response.
"Welcome to the Island Retreat by the Kink Club! Let me see. Grace.... I see that you have put your role down as "Submissive", and that you are 'Single - Open to partnering' Could you confirm that this is correct?"
"Yes," Grace answered.
"Great. As you may already be aware, the Island Retreat is a 2-day-1-night BDSM-themed vacation package. Though the majority of our guests are couples, we do have quite a few single people looking for a fun time like you. We will be hosting a lot of activities throughout the retreat, both educational and more sexual in nature. Participation in any of the events is on a voluntary basis. We ask that you please respect everyone's consent at all times. If you ever feel unsafe or overwhelmed, please safeword 'RED', and one of our staff will step in to assist." Grace nodded as the staff member continued speaking.
"To indicate each person's role and availability, we ask that you please wear this locking necklace," the staff member explained, handing Grace a necklace with thin delicate silver chains and a heart-shaped padlock in the front, serving as the pendant. The piece was both elegant and well-crafted. Grace draped the necklace around her neck and secured the padlock at the front.
"This necklace signals that you are a single submissive open to partnering. Those wearing a different style of collar are partnered submissives. For doms, an orange wristband indicates that they are available and open to partnering."
"Also, we have a fun little game planned for single submissives like you. Please head to the changing room behind me," the staff member said as she handed Grace a cardboard box.
Grace went into the changing room, which was essentially an empty storage room in the back. When she opened the box, she found a shiny metal device inside; it was a chastity belt. Next to it was a small printed card.
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The Chastity Game
The Island Retreat is a gathering of kinky minds like you -- including many who are looking for a partner! We, the staff members of the Island Retreat, think that this little device could help you lose some reservations and enjoy your experience more.
The keys that can unlock this chastity belt have already been given to the single doms.
(Every key works with the padlock on your belt)
You are also free to opt out of the Chastity Game.
Please let our staff know if you need any assistance.
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Knowing that the company asked for detailed measurements at registration, Grace expected quite a few things for this kink-themed Island trip, but this was not among the things she had imagined. The idea seemed a little daring to her. What if there was no one she wanted to partner with? Would that mean she would be stuck in the belt tonight? The excitement from the thought turned her on a little. She had already come all the way here though, might as well enjoy the experience as it was designed. Grace undressed and wrapped the device around her waist. She held her breath as she pulled all the pieces together, padlocking it at the front. The belt fitted snugly around her waist, exerting a steady, gentle pressure. She put her dress back on and went back out into the waiting area.
Quite a few people have already arrived. There was a man and a woman in their fifties. The woman was wearing a thin steel ring around her neck so they probably were a couple. There was a group of 3 boys in their twenties talking loudly together. All of them were wearing orange wristbands, so Grace knew that they were the single doms -- her potential partners for tonight. Grace saw another girl sitting alone. She was white, with short messy brown hair, and looked to be in her early to mid-twenties, maybe 24 or 25. Grace noticed that she was wearing a heart necklace similar to her own, so she decided to sit down next to her and introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Grace."
"Oh hi. I'm Jess. How're you doing?" Jess replied.
"Great thanks. Have you done anything like this before?" Grace asked.
"Actually yes. I did a retreat just like this one last year, also by this organizer. They rented out a farm and organized a pony-themed camp. It was pretty fun. What about you?"
"Oh, it's my first time here. So yeah I'm a little excited"
"That's awesome! I'm sure you'll have a blast. I didn't expect much because they didn't charge that much for this, but I heard that this is quite generously sponsored by the organizer. Did you get belted?" Jess asked, her tone slightly curious.
"I did," Grace said, feeling a bit caught off guard by the directness of Jess's question.
"I think you made the right call. I did too." Jess swiftly pulled up her shirt, revealing the steel band of the chastity belt around her waist.
"They always have some surprises planned to spice things up. Last year, they surprised all the subs by not letting us out of our pony gears and making us sleep in a repurposed barn! We could choose to opt out -- of course, but nobody did. I know this seems just like another vacation for now but trust me things will get more exciting"
Grace thought to herself that well, this was already not a typical vacation for her. At least she had never been on a trip with a steel chastity belt locked around her waist.
Grace and Jess continued talking as other guests arrived. Most of the guests were D/S couples with ages ranging from very young adults to couples in their fifties. Jess mentioned that they actually did pretty heavy vetting of the attendants. Most of the accepted guests were active in their local kink communities and had someone who could vouch for them. Grace guessed that it was her local munch organizer who vouched for her as he was also the one who told her about the Island Retreat in the first place.
After a while, the staff invited everyone to board the ship. The ride was fairly normal. Grace sat with Jess, who continued to share her kink experiences. Grace thought to herself that this kind of event probably attracted more adventurous and open-minded people--like Jess. Grace herself was far from shy though.
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After two hours at sea, the ship approached a small island. The soft golden sandy beach stretched out before her, fringed by swaying palm trees and kissed by turquoise waters that sparkled in the tropical sun. A three-story white resort building loomed ahead in the distance, its colonial architecture and lush greenery exuding a sense of serenity and luxury. The gentle lapping of the waves against the hull signaled their impending arrival, and she could already feel the warm tropical breeze caressing her skin.
The ship docked at a small wooden pier. After disembarking, everyone gathered as the organizing team made an announcement. There were about ten staff members, all wearing matching shirts and hanging identical badges around their necks.
"Welcome to the Island Retreat -- a 2-day-1-night kink-filled vacation!" An Asian woman from the staff stepped forward. She's likely in her mid-thirties. She wore her black hair in a neat ponytail.
"We have rented out the whole resort, and this is a private island. Everything will be run by our team, so it's all kinky people here. Please feel free to engage in kink as you like. However, please do respect other people's consent if you plan to involve them beyond seeing your activities. We have a universal safeword policy. Please say RED if you would like anything to stop at any point and our team will assist you."
"We'll now be distributing the room keys," the female staffer announced. "Lunch will be served at 12:00 p.m., and we have a range of exciting activities planned for this afternoon!" She handed out keys and folders with the day's schedule and additional details. Grace made her way to her room on the second floor, where she found a familiar and cozy space typical of resort settings. After unpacking her bag, Grace headed back downstairs to the open-air dining room nestled in the garden, ready to enjoy lunch and start her island stay.
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Lunch was served as a typical buffet. While Grace waited in line, the man in front of her turned around.
"Hi, I'm Tom." Tom introduced himself. Tom was a friendly-looking white guy with dark brown hair. He's a little older than her. Maybe 28 or 29. He's a little on the shorter side, but he's pretty well-groomed. Grace spotted the orange wristband on his wrist. At the same time, she noticed him staring at her necklace.
"I'm Grace. Nice to meet you, Tom. How do you like things so far? "
"It's far more 'normal' than I was expecting," Tom said. "but I guess the fun stuff begins this afternoon. Hope to see you!" Tom turned back to get his food, and soon it was Grace's turn.
She found the food to be fairly standard for a buffet, with options like tropical fruit salads and grilled chicken skewers. She helped herself to a little bit of everything and then looked around the garden for a place to sit.
She noticed many couples were sitting together, and saw a table with the single men, including Tom, along with a blonde girl. Then she spotted Jess, who was sitting with two other girls. Grace decided to join Jess and took a seat at their table. One of the girls is East Asian, probably 23-24. Shoulder-length black hair. She seemed to be quite small and a little shorter than her, maybe 5'1 or 5'2. The other was a Latina with long dark brown hair, around the same age as Grace at 26-27. Both were wearing heart-shaped necklaces like Grace's so she knew they were both single subs like her.
Grace introduced herself. She learned that the short Asian girl was Alice, while the Latina girl was Isabel. Alice seemed to be pretty nervous and quiet. Isabel and Jess on the other hand seemed to be pretty comfortable and talkative as they discussed their kinks.
"So what do you plan on doing this afternoon?" Jess asked.
