The Retreat
Chapter 4
"Good morning sunshine!" a cheery voice called, waking Sara as sunlight streamed into the room.
"Time to get up and at 'em!"
Sara sighed as she opened her eyes only to see Gail's smiling face greeting her.
"Come on sleepy head. You've got another big day ahead of you!"
Gail moved away from the bed and began fussing around with the now familiar food cart, but this time positioned near the table by the window. Sara sat up with a yawn and a stretch. She had slept rather well and felt rested and energetic. She peeled back the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and stood blinking in the sunlight momentarily. She yawned as she stumbled to the table, not quite fully awake. She was halfway there when she realized that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing! She covered herself as best she could while looking around frantically for the robe she had last night.
"Oh don't be so modest! Besides, I'll be seeing much more of you anyway. Come sit down, I'll get you something to cover up," Gail laughed.
Sara sheepishly sat down as Gail brought her one of the fluffy bathrobes from the bathroom.
"Once Ms. Julie is done with your new clothes, you'll have a proper robe. But for now, I suppose this will do," she chuckled as she placed a plate of food and a nice steaming cup of coffee in front of Sara.
"I'm not sure how you like it..." Gail began.
"Black is fine.," Sara interjected.
"Thank you. Please you are doing too much. Sit and have breakfast with me," she offered.
"Oh. I've already eaten. Thank you," Gail said as she sat down across from Sara.
Sara shrugged and dug in. The food here was so damn good!
"I know you just started, but we already have a big night planned for you," Gail said with a grin as Sara ate.
"Which is why you need to eat. You're going to need the energy. But we can talk about that later. First I want to talk about what my job as your Handler is."
Sara looked puzzled for a moment, then remembered. Oh yes, Gail was her Handler, but what that meant, she had no idea.
"It's my job to see that everything you need is taken care of. Food, clothing, physical health, mental health. Everything," Gail went on.
Mental health?
That made Sara pause.
"Yes. Mental health. Although the work you do will be fun, there are times when the after-effects can sometimes take a mental and an emotional toll. Nothing bad, mind you. But after so much pleasure and adrenaline, one tends to crash. It's what we call a sub-drop. It can result in unexpected emotional problems or a physical reaction, like a hangover. I am here to help you through that whatever it may look like. It can be difficult if you don't know what to expect, and don't have anyone to help. But don't worry. I am trained, and have experienced it myself, and will help you though it every step of the way," she continued.
Sara had heard the term before but didn't know what it meant.
"I supposed that makes sense," Sara said thoughtfully.
"I will also help you prepare and be ready for our clients and will brief you on what you will be expected to do. Most importantly though, I am here to be your friend. Sometimes it can feel lonely after a while, and I will be here for you. Whether it's a shoulder to cry on, or someone to share a laugh with. You will have nothing to worry about," Gail smiled reassuringly.
"Thank you," Sara said, blushing a little.
She did feel like Gail was someone she could trust and actually become friends with.
"So... what happens now?"
"Now? Now you finish breakfast and go take a shower. Afterward, I'll brief you on what's happening later." Gail said with a laugh.
"Now hurry up, don't dawdle," she said in mock severity.
Sara laughed out loud.
I
think I'm going to like her!
she thought and quickly finished her breakfast.
Sara pushed her plate back with a sigh and a smile. Gail's presence alone seemed to help calm her down. But she was feeling curious and excited to find out what was supposed to happen later. She reluctantly stood up out of her chair and made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She really just wanted to stay and chat longer, but there would be time enough for that.
When she finished in the shower and came back into the bedroom, Gail was still there and had cleaned up breakfast.
"So, what IS going on later?" Sara asked, climbing up on the bed and sitting with her legs crossed under her.
"You are an eager one aren't you?" Gail laughed expectantly, catching Sara off guard for a moment.
"Well, tonight we are hosting a bachelor party. Where you are the main attraction. Have you ever had a gang bang before?" Gail asked.
"A gang bang!? No. I did have a couple of three ways with a guy and his girlfriend, but that's about it," Sara replied shaking her head.
"I see. Well, they all want to use you while you are tied up. You are the new girl after all. But, they aren't interested in anything too rough. So I think you won't have to worry about that. There will be 20 men and they will get to have their way with you. You'll be tied down, bent over a pommel horse, and blindfolded," Gail explained.
"It's making me kind of wet just thinking about it," Gail said with a wink and a grin.
Sara's eyes widened as Gail described what was going to happen. Initially, the idea sounded off-putting, but as Gail described it in more detail, Sara had to admit. It did sound fun and was starting to get turned on herself. She had heard of gang bangs of course, but hadn't really thought about whether or not it was something she wanted to do. It seemed like there was going to be lots of that sort of thing going on now that she was committed. So she listened eagerly and attentively to Gail about how the night was supposed to go. She WAS going to enjoy this.
"Well, you have nothing else scheduled for now. I will leave and let you get some rest before your debut," Gail said after a bit and started to stand up.
"Will you stay? Please? I'm enjoying this and kinda don't want to be left alone right now. Otherwise, I might work myself up into a panic. Please?" Sara begged.
"Of course dear!" Gail said and climbed up onto the bed with Sara.
"Anything you want," she smiled.
Sara and Gail spent the rest of the day laughing, giggling, and talking about anything and everything. Lunch was brought in, and dinner. Gail was an absolute sweetheart, and fun to just hang out with. The way she told her stories was hysterical and had Sara rolling on the bed, clutching her sides from laughing so hard. Eventually there came a knock on the door. Gail took a deep breath, and gave Sara a big hug.
"It's time."
Sara nodded, took a deep breath, and climbed off the bed. Gail followed suit and led Sara out into the corridor and down the hallway. She glanced at Sara as she led her through the hallways, and reached out and took her by the hand.
"It's going to be fine. You'll have fun. I promise," she smiled reassuringly and squeezed her hand.
Before too much longer, they stood before a plain sturdy wooden door with a large iron latch. Gail smiled at Sara again before lifting the latch and pushing open the door. It swung slowly open, and Sara peeked inside. The room was dimly lit, with what looked like a pommel horse without the handles in the center. Just as Gail described. Gail led Sara into the room and directed her to doff her robe and to bend over over it, while she walked over to a wooden chest in the corner. Sara nervously examined the pommel horse before her. It was a little shorter than waist-high, and wrapped in leather. She reached out a hand and found it to be surprisingly soft and supple to the touch. This had seen much use and was well cared for.
This isn't so bad. At least it's not like that cross from earlier
she thought, and let her robe fall to the floor as she bent over the pommel horse.
"Comfortable?" Gail asked.
"It's not bad. A bit cold, but it'll warm up soon I suppose," Sara answered, feeling a little shiver run down her spine.
"Good. Now let me get you ready. It's almost time and we can't keep them waiting," Gail said.
Gail bent down near Sara's legs and she felt something wrap around her ankles and her legs spread apart. She heard a sharp click and looked back to see what was going on. Her legs had been fastened to some rings set into the floor, forcing them apart. She shivered, partially with excitement and partially with dread. Gail quickly moved to her hands, and put those in restraints as well, fastening them to a single ring in front of her. Sara tested those restraints and found she couldn't move. She was well and truly tied. Gail then knelt before her and gently lifted her face to look at hers. She was positively beaming with excitement.
