Carl and Gina were having some difficulties in a romantic sense due to their busy lifestyles. Carl worked most of the day as a court clerk and Gina had recently finished grad school and was teaching at the junior college. By the time each arrived home in the evening there was little else to do but go to sleep. Carl had tried to instigate some sexual advances but was poorly received. Neither one knew the exact problem but were both aware of their diminishing sex life. Their friends had mentioned to them a weekend retreat designed to improve their communication and rekindle romance. Carl was not one to make such a plan and Gina wasn’t very sociable so their two friends paid for the weekend getaway and offered to watch their home while they were gone.
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“Do you have everything you’ll need?” Carl asked as he finished loading his stuff in the car.
“I guess. Do you really want to do this?” she asked.
“Sure. It eliminates some of the monotony,” he replied.
It would be safe to say the last time the two made love was late July. It was now mid-September and Carl was looking forward to some sort of focused intimacy.
The two got in the car and drove an hour south of their home on the north end of the Olympic Peninsula to a gravel parking lot near the ocean shore.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Gina asked incredulously.
“Yep. There is the edge of the reservation,” as he pointed to the map. “I think this is private land.”
There were about two dozen cars in the lot but no one around. They didn’t know what to do next but in the distance an old Land Cruiser was emerging from the woods. The rugged looking vehicle pulled up and a bearded man said,
“Are you the Sirace’s?”
The couple nodded and grabbed their bags.
“My name’s Dutch. Get in!”
The three drove up a jeep trail into the woods for about ten minutes until they reached a clearing. There were many little out buildings and a couple lodges.
A woman dressed in a full rubber suit approached them and opened their door. Her nipples were clearly erect as was her outlined genitalia.
“I’m Sue. Leave your bags there and follow me.”
Carl and Gina stared at each other and then proceeded to follow.
The two were sort of shocked by the woman’s attire and lack of warmth. She was very direct and didn’t wait for a response.
“Hurry up,” the woman yelled.
“What’s going on? Where are the other couples?” asked Carl.
“The women are over in that building and the men are in that one. The others are way over there,” she said as she pointed off to a hut in the distance.
What? thought the two. What others?
“Okay. Carl, you need to check in to that lodge over there and meet the gentlemen and get up to speed,” said Sue.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are we late?” asked Gina.
“No,” said Sue. “These people have been her for a week and some even longer.”
“I thought this was only a weekend retreat. There are people staying longer than that?” asked Carl.
“Oh, yes. Most we don’t feel are ready to leave after only a weekend so we encourage them to extend their visit. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Carl began to think about all the stuff at home he had to do and Gina turned with the same thought on her mind and said,
“I’m not so sure about this. I think we’d better be heading back. I appreciate your hospitality and everything but there’s so much for us to do back home…”
“You’re not going anywhere. This is why you haven’t had a good sex life in months. Admit it. You need to focus on one thing while you’re here and the sooner you realize that the better off you’ll be.”
Both agreed and reluctantly nodded before their attention was suddenly grabbed by a woman’s shriek in one of the lodges.
“What was that?” asked Carl.
Sue turned and looked at the two.
“That was one of the many things you’ll hear while you’re here. It may be you if you don’t stop asking dumb questions. Gina, you’ll be coming with me,” said Sue as she grabbed Gina’s hand.
Carl just stood there watching as a male assistant gently grabbed his arm and led him to one of the lodges.
Once inside, Carl noticed around twenty men wearing black rubber thongs and sitting on benches. They were all sitting as if in class and watching intently as a stark naked woman stood silent at the front. Her long hair had fallen in front of her face and she didn’t bother pulling it back or even looking up.
A woman and a masked man stood on either side of her and instructed the class on different parts of the female body. She didn’t even flinch when her breast was handled.
“Hey, get undressed and put this on,” the man whispered to Carl as he handed him a leather thong.
“What? What’s going on here,” Carl demanded.
“Shhhhh! The man replied. “Just do it. You’ll thank me later.”
After Carl was stripped his heap of clothes were taken and someone beckoned him to sit down.
Carl sat and watched the lesson. The bare breasted woman instructor wearing only a rubber thong spoke up.
“Are you a top or bottom?” she asked while looking right at Carl.
Carl pointed to himself wondering if the question had been directed towards him.
“Yes. Are you a top or bottom?” she shouted.
Carl had no idea what she was asking until the man next to him whispered,
“A top. You’re a top.”
“I…I’m a top,” replied Carl.
The woman continued with the girl in the front.
“She meant ‘do you fuck or are you fucked?’” the man next to him whispered.
“Good answer,” replied Carl.
“KNEES!” the woman shouted.
Without hesitation the girl dropped to her knees with her hands at her side.
The woman stepped behind her and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. The girl’s face was devoid of expression as she labored to remain upright despite the tugging.
“Okay, UP!”
the girl was back on her feet as the masked man produced a sort of riding crop. The lesson was about striking your lover or slave in all the right places. The blows were not hard but the sound of the crop was intimidating. The instructors knew their material well and expressed the depraved details as a matter of fact. Carl was astonished to find some of the men clutching their cocks at the sight of the demonstration. When they finished a woman came to escort the girl from the building.
“At ease gentlemen,” the masked man said.
Everyone chatted and walked about.
The naked woman approached Carl with the riding crop.
“Are you sure you’re a top? There was a delay in your response,” she said with a wink.