Couples Retreat: Obedience Training - Part 4

Disclaimer. Turn back now if you are not into non-consensual ball busting and similar themes.

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**Mark’s Orientation**


The steel cables stopped pulling on Mark’s wrists. The tension in the cables pulled his hands about a foot away from his body on either side, this gave Mark some maneuverability. With this little bit of remaining freedom, he awkwardly repositioned himself onto his knees so that he could remain hunched over. It seemed to be the only thing he could do to keep the throbbing, pulsating pain radiating from his balls and abdomen from being too intense.


Claire turns up the light in the room with a control on the back wall and then walks up to within four feet of Mark. “How are you doing there little buddy?” she said in a mocking tone. She tilted her head to the side. “You went down quite hard. Why don’t you take a few moments to collect your thoughts? Samantha, please get me the subject’s case file.”


Mark could only groan in response, rocking himself back and forth ever so slightly. His hands shaking in their restraints.


Samantha crosses the room to where Ashley is standing at the ready. She grabs a clipboard with some papers attached and walks the clipboard back to Claire. “Thank you Samantha. Please prepare for subject outfitting.” With a short nod, Samantha rejoins Ashley. The two of them turn and face the left wall. They open a large steel cabinet and begin to pull various items out, placing them onto a crash cart.


“Wha…..why did you do that?” Mark finally is able to let out.


“Starting to feel better? Alright then, we may begin.” Claire raises an eyebrow from excitement and turns to face the control panel once more. She presses the same two yellow buttons as done previously and Mark’s arms once more begin to pull towards the opposite ends of the room. Once his arms are fully extended Claire releases the buttons and presses two different yellow buttons below the previous two. Now Mark's arms begin to rise up, after five seconds or so Mark is forced to stand up with them. With him standing, his arms are now at nearly a 45 degree angle. Claire releases the two yellow buttons and presses the first two yellow buttons to pull up any slack. Mark now stands in the middle of the room, trembling, his body in the form of a ‘Y’.


“Seriously, what the fuck? If you wanted to do a little roleplay, all you had to do was ask. Seriously though, what is this?” Mark’s humor has begun to return but he is no doubt very nervous.


Claire does not respond, but instead gives Ashley and Samantha a nod. They nod in return and begin to roll the crash cart up behind Mark. Mark struggles a bit in his restraints and tries to see what the noise is behind him. They make their way to Mark and immediately get to work, cutting off his shirt with large scissors, one woman on each side, cutting the sleeves above the arm to the collar, then underneath the arm and down the side of his body. His shirt falls to the floor, now in two equal pieces.


“Are you serious? That’s my favorite polo. I hope I get reimbursed for that.”


Ashley and Samantha pick up the pieces and throw them on the bottom shelf of the crash cart. Samantha then walks around to the front of Mark and unbuckles his belt. In one swift movement she pulls the entire belt out of their eyelets and out of the pants. She drops the belt to the floor. Samantha then drops to her knees and begins to pull off Mark’s shoes. While Samantha is busy in the front, Ashley is behind. Ashley wraps a thick black leather collar with three rings on it (one in front, and two on the sides) around Mark’s neck, buckles it, and secures it with a tiny lock in the back. Mark is dumbfounded by what is happening.


Ashley returns to the front of Mark to assist Samantha with her task. Samantha now has both of Mark’s shoes off and starts to take off his left sock as Ashley joins in and removes the right. Samantha tries to unbutton the front of Mark’s khakis. Mark twists his hips a bit in protest and spouts out, “Hey now, I have a girlfriend.” Unphased, Samantha firmly grabs inside the waistband of his pants with one hand to prevent Mark from twisting away again and successfully unbuttons them with the other. She unzips the fly and with one fluid motion pulls the pants swiftly down around Mark’s ankles. Ashley and Samantha each take an ankle and help pull Mark’s legs out of the pants. They proceed much the same way for Mark’s boxer briefs.


“Hey hey, ok ok now. This is fun and all but now I’m naked. I’m a little too sober for all of this. Don’t you think you ought to buy me a drink first?” Mark tried to put on a brave face but now he was a little panicked. He had never felt so vulnerable and exposed.


Samantha and Ashley began picking up the discarded clothes and shoes off of the floor and put them on the bottom shelf of the crash cart in a pile. Claire finally speaks up, “We are almost ready. Just sit tight.” She presses another button on the back wall control panel. **CLICK**

Then begins to walk towards Mark in the center of the room.


Samantha and Ashely next proceeded to try and wrap leather ankle restraints around Mark’s ankles. Mark, not wanting to feel anymore vulnerable than he already did, immediately started high stepping with both of his legs. Attempting to brush off the women’s attempts by doing an awkward high-stepping, dancing motion. Each woman tried to grab an ankle with one hand but had great difficulty controlling them due to legs being typically stronger than arms.


Claire, now standing directly in front of Mark, was not amused and had little patience for disobedience. She calmly walked around to the crash cart, put a latex glove onto her right hand and inspected that it was on correctly by holding it up to the light. She walked back around to the front of Mark and with this, she swung her gloved open palm up and grabbed a hold of Mark’s testicles.


“Oooooffff,” Mark exclaimed at the initial impact, his balls still reeling from the kick received not ten minutes ago.


Claire began to firmly squeeze Mark’s testicles. Her pinky, ring, and middle fingers trapping and squeezing Mark’s right testicle and her index finger and thumb, trapping and squeezing his left. “Your best course of action is to comply at this point. This can only get worse for you if you do not,” Claire stated cooly and squeezed his balls considerably tighter with ease.


“OOoooOOOoooooooHhhh,” was all Mark could reply.


“Nod your head if you will behave.”


Mark sheepishly nods his head. Claire continues her squeeze for a few more moments, enjoying his grunts and moans and making sure to drive the point home, before finally releasing her death grip on his jewels and resuming her position on the back wall. Mark lets out a big puff of air in relief and continues breathing deeply.


Ashley and Samantha put the leather cuffs around his ankles and locked them up with ease. Once more two women go to their posts on either wall and another **WEERING** sound is heard. They walk back to Mark once again, each holding another steel braided cable with a loop. As with Mark’s arms, the cables are locked to Mark’s ankle restraints. The two women verify the connections are secure and both return to the front left corner of the room which had the cabinet and crash cart. Once there they gave Claire another nod. Claire smiles and presses two new yellow buttons next to the original two. The slack is pulled up on Mark’s ankles and continues to pull his ankles apart. Eventually, Mark has to shuffle his feet to widen his stance so that his ankles can move with the tugging cables. A few more seconds of feet shuffling go by and the cables finally stop pulling. Mark’s body now resembles an 'X', suspended in the middle of this dungeon cell.


Claire steps away from the control panel and out towards Mark once more. He trembles in a mild fear, with the pain still very fresh in his testicles from Claire’s last two actions. Claire approaches Mark. Mark flinches and tenses up his body in response. Claire smirks and proceeds to check all the restraints that the women had put on. She inspects the tension in braided steel cables, inspects all the locks, inspects that the restraints were installed correctly, checks to make sure that they aren’t too tight - making sure she can squeeze a finger between his wrist/ankle/neck and the restraint.


“Very nice ladies,” she says once she completes her inspection. “Alright, now I suppose I can fill you in a little bit Mark.”


“Ok….” Mark replies.


“Typically I wouldn’t explain myself to the likes of you but since you were brought here under false pretenses I figured I would at least do you the favor of cluing you in a little bit. Maybe save you more trouble down the road,” Claire began. “This is not a couples retreat per say. At least not in the way that you were expecting anyways.”


“I’m starting to get that.”


**SLAP**


Claire fires a quick, light back-hand slap up into Mark’s aching balls.


“Oooohhh gawddd, what the fuck,” Mark let out.


“Quit speaking, just listen,” Claire snapped back.


“OK, OK.”


**SLAP**


Claire fires yet another back-hand up into Mark’s tender balls, this time a little harder than before. “No talking means no talking. Nod if you understand.”


Mark groans and struggles to catch his breath. His balls are on fire. Mark seemed to finally get the message. He quickly nods his head in acknowledgment.


“Ok. This place that you find yourself in is a training facility. Obedience training. We teach men complete obedience towards their female superiors. As you may have noticed, most of our teachings take place at the expense of the source of men’s inferiority….their balls. If you behave yourself this weekend, they may yet still be functional when you leave,” Claire explained. Claire continued on, surprisingly uninterrupted by Mark, “I am an apprentice trainer here at this facility. Don’t let the title, apprentice, fool you, my results speak for themselves. I have broken well over 100 men now and I have become quite efficient at it.”


“I am going to kill Sandy when I get out of here.”


**BAAAAAMMMM**


Claire sends her right knee into Mark’s balls with ferocious intent. The top of Claire’s knee connects squarely, trapping his already aching balls between her leather, feminine knee and his pelvic bone. Mark throws his head forward and gags for a few moments before finally sucking in air. Like the initial kick, Mark struggles to find his breath before finally finding it and gasping deeply. His balls are screaming and his stomach is tied into 100 knots. He may actually puke this time. He wants to curl up into a ball but his restraints hold him firmly in place.


Claire steps up close and whispers into Mark’s ear, “I’m going to give you a few moments to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. I encourage you to think about your predicament. There is nobody to ‘save’ you, no matter how loud you scream, or how much you plead. You are completely in my hands. To quote the movie 300, ‘This will not be over quickly. You will not enjoy this.’” With that, Claire walks to the back of the room and reviews the clipboard with Mark’s information on it.


Mark finally catches his breath and tries to be as still as possible so the pain will subside a little bit. Eventually rational thought returns to his brain. *God I’m an idiot*, he thought. *I can’t believe I allowed myself to get tied up like this. How the fuck am I gonna get out of this? Did Sandy know there were going to strip me, stark, fucking, naked and completely work over my balls?*


“Ready to resume, pet?” Claire asked teasingly.


*Mark shrugged.*


“Close enough,” Claire approached Mark once more. “First, the inscription I had you attempt to read. Do you know what it says?”


*Mark shook his head.*


“*Omnes Homines Adorabunt*. It’s latin. It roughly translates to *All Men Will Bow/Worship*. It’s not so much our goal, but our promise. How long it takes to get you there is completely up to you. Nod if you agree,” Claire said sternly.


Mark let out some air from his nose to vent, toyed with the idea of yelling FUCK THAT at the top of his lungs, but not wanting any more pain of the testicular variety, he gradually nodded his head in agreement.


“Good! I see that you can learn after all,” Claire exclaimed. “Now, onto your training. Let’s first go over some ground rules:

Rule #1: You may only speak when spoken to.

Rule #2: You will speak only to me. When you do, you will address me as ‘Mistress’.

Rule #3: Your primary responses to me are ‘Yes Mistress’ and ‘Thank you Mistress,’ unless I ask you an open ended question, to which you may answer concisely and follow up your response with ‘Mistress.’ Do you understand so far?”


“Yes Mistress.”


“Good. I have been given *carte blanche* over your training with us. For the non-french speakers, that means *full control*. I have free reign and ample resources to get you in shape. This can go as roughly or as smoothly as you choose. I have very little patience for disobedience. As you may have already noticed, any resistance, non-compliance, or otherwise poor behavior will be met with swift corrective action equal in severity to the offense which triggered it. Are you still with me?”


“Yes Mistress.”


“Good. I’ve been reviewing your files and I must say, before we begin, your disobedience/misogyny score, DMS for short, is quite high. Your best bet for leaving here ‘intact’ is to be on your best behavior. Do not fight me in the slightest.”


Mark looked confused. Desperate to ask what the fuck she was talking about, but not wanting further pain he bit his lip.


Claire noticed Mark’s confusion and decided to throw him a bone, “Your DMS is calculated from an algorithm which considers many sources. One source is the video from surveillance cameras we had installed at your place of residence when Sandra booked your training. Here we saw how you interacted with your superior on a day to day basis.”


Mark couldn’t hold back anymore, he had to roll his eyes at the idea of Sandy being his superior.


**SLAP**


A light backhand from Claire flew up and once again, perfectly hit its targets. Mark grunted and once again threw his head forward. The pain in his balls woken up once more.


“No responding includes non-verbals. Get your emotions under control, Pet,” Claire scolded.


After waiting on Mark’s breathing to normalize again, Claire continued, “We saw a lot of terrible behavior from you, behavior which will need to be unlearned. We also took into account your survey results.”


Mark once again looked confused.


“What survey results you may ask? The survey we had Sandra give you in the form of a relationship cosmo quiz. From what I am reading here, you got the single worst score on that quiz that I have ever seen.”


“Oh c’mon I wasn’t being serious on that stupid thing! I thought it was just another one of her…”


**BAAAAAMMMM**


Another hard knee by Claire had been executed perfectly. Mark’s swollen, aching balls, had once again, been smashed into his pelvic bone. Given their already sensitive state, this impact hurt worst of all. Mark’s vision flashed a brilliant white at the initial impact. His knotted up stomach grew larger and larger, more and more knotted. His stomach climbed up his throat and then


**BLAAAA**.


Mark vomited up the contents of his stomach. Claire knowing full well that these types of things can happen under her ‘care’, easily dodged the upchuck. She looked over at Samantha and Ashley. They immediately came to her side. Samantha with a mop and bucket, promptly cleaned up the mess. Ashley with an old rag, dabbed Mark’s face dry.


Mark moaned and hung lifelessly in his restraints, the only thing keeping him upright was the tension in his arms. He spit out the remaining chunks in his mouth, which Samantha cleaned up, and tried to get his breathing under control.


Claire grew impatient and went on, “Whether you were serious in your comments or not. Joking about misogyny is just as bad as committing it. We do not find it to be a laughing matter. Take for instance Question 3: When it comes to cooking dinner, who does the cooking in your household:

I do it because it’s my job to make sure she is fed.

I cook because I wish to provide for my partner.

Whomever enjoys it the most or wants to.

We take turns cooking to share household responsibilities.

She does because the kitchen is where she belongs.


You answered E, by far the worst answer. In fact, all five answers have weighted values. One being the lowest was answer A, what everyone should strive for, a healthy Female Led Relationship. Three, being middle of the road, was answer C, where most relationships are at sadly. And five, being the highest and most misogynistic answer, was answer E. On that quiz alone you managed to hit every five point answer except for one question. If you really were joking, perhaps you should have taken it a little more seriously.”


Mark could only moan.


Claire went on once more, ”And finally, our algorithm took into account your interactions at our estate. You were constantly pushing ahead of Sandra when walking somewhere. Made a big stink about not getting the ‘good’ chair or the ‘good’ pen. I’ve got news for you Mark, you don’t deserve those things. They are reserved for goddesses. You and all men are beneath us and soon you will learn that.”


Mark’s breathing finally began to normalize but he could still feel his testicles swell and pulse inside their sack. His heart was pounding, his head was pounding, his mouth tasted of vomit, he had a cold sweat, and the strain from his shackles was already taking its toll.


“I can see that you are already a mess. Now that we have had our introduction, as colorful and enlightening as it’s been, I am going to give you a little break before we begin our training,” Claire said with a cruel smirk. “You will have one hour of quiet to yourself down here. Then...the REAL fun begins.” Claire turned away from Mark and went to the control panel on the back wall. She pressed and held all four yellow control buttons to give slack on his legs and arms. She gave him just enough slack so that Mark could sit on the cold hard concrete floor and wrap his arms around his knees for comfort.


Claire walks around Mark and gives him a wide berth. She gets to the entryway of the cell and turns around. “I will see you in one hour. Think carefully about everything I have said.” Claire slides the iron barred gate closed behind her and locks it with an old timey key that Samantha hands her, already waiting outside the cell with Ashley.