Couples Retreat: Obedience Training - Part 1

*Disclaimer. These stories may contain forced femdom, CBT, ball busting, bondage, anal/enema, servitude, slavery, torture, and other mature themes. They may move a little slow for your taste, I am trying to paint a full picture. Please be patient and enjoy.*

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**Mark and Sandy**


Mark and Sandy were like any modern couple. They had been together for a couple years now and were rounding out the end of their twenties. Their parents had been pestering them for quite some time to settle down and start a family. “You should get married. Make us some grandchildren,” they would always get at family gatherings. Things were good but not great. They were still exploring their sexuality together and were just starting to really figure out each others’ buttons. The relationship was fun but it didn’t feel like they were taking the next step anytime soon and Sandy feared Mark would never want to settle down.


Mark was a little on the kinky side. He liked mild BDSM, dominant females, bondage, a little impact play, and fairly light at that. As much as Sandy tried, she worried that she could not quite give him the full experience he had been secretly craving. They had fantastic nights with a toy here and there, sometimes with an under the bed bondage kit, but nothing too extreme. Sandy was nice and sweet but ultimately, lacked the attitude and more importantly….the intimidation. Mark was a type A, businessman by day and as much as he desired to be controlled in the bedroom, he had a hard time relinquishing control in the bedroom, especially to Sandy whom was a full foot shorter than him and 80 lbs lighter. The physical dynamic was definitely in his favor if it ever came to blows. He never felt like the situation was out of his control in any of their roleplay and as such, always acted in a headstrong, brat-like, role.


Eventually Sandy got frustrated with the situation. Sick of Mark not behaving himself during their roleplay. Sick of Mark staying out late with his buddies and coming home drunk and going straight to bed without giving her any attention or affection. Sick of their relationship being in this limbo state. Ultimately just sick of feeling powerless. She wanted to take the lead in the relationship, wanted to take control. She wanted Mark to align more with her needs and take her more seriously, both in the bedroom and out. So she started reading self-help books, relationship books, online blogs, and everything she could get her hands on; nothing seemed to help. Fed up with the traditional route, she decided to venture more into the world of kink for help. Worse case scenario, she gets some ideas for spicing up the bedroom and a couple tips for being more dominant in bed.


**Sandy’s Night**


Sandy never had been into anything very kinky herself. She was relatively ‘vanilla’ but did enjoy sex in semi-public places with a possibility of getting caught, some light spanking, and mild bondage. However, after meeting Mark, she slowly grew to love the little bit of control she would feel during their roleplay. Loved hearing his breath quicken when she rapped his balls with her hair brush or tightened their plastic testicle crusher toy ever so slightly. The power was addicting and what little she was allowed was thrilling to her. She loved every minute of it.


One day while browsing her Fetlife groups on her phone, a strange link was posted to one of her local Couple’s CBT groups by an anonymous member. At the bottom of the post, was an old fashioned looking mansion. It looked more like a plantation in the south, maybe something built in the 1800s. It had grey stone pillars in front, neatly trimmed trees and bushes, and generally upkept very well considering its age. The description for the post read:


**Ladies, are you looking for more control in your relationship?**

**Does your boyfriend/husband not respect you as he should?**

**Boyfriend Buster and Dominant Groomer, Lady Chanterelle can help.**

**Offering intensive “workshops” to meet any budget.**

**Weekend, Weeklong, and longer training sessions available.**

**Your significant other will fall in line guaranteed.**

**(XXX) XXX-XXXX**


She chuckled to herself a little bit. What an interesting advertisement, she thought. Boyfriend Buster, what the heck? Haha


She continued scrolling the fetish pages but ultimately got bored and decided to take a bath. Once the bath had been drawn she slipped her robe and hopped in. She loved her baths, it was a great time for her to close her eyes and relax. Most of her reflecting, meditation, and other more relaxing activities took place here. This bath was no different. While laying back in the soapy water she closed her eyes and began to explore herself a little bit. She traced her labia a little bit and thought back to the advertisement, “your significant other will fall in line, guaranteed.” Wouldn’t that be great, she thought. I can just imagine him now, “Honey, can I stay home from watching the football game tonight and just rub your back?” The thought made her laugh out loud. Nonetheless, the idea roused her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became more rapid. She moved her hand to her clitorus and began rubbing it gently but with great purpose. In no time at all she began to tremble and experienced one of the strongest orgasms she had experienced in ages. Since before Mark had entered the picture if she was being honest.


Once she calmed down a bit, she finished up her bath time rituals and toweled off. She slipped on her leggings and one-size too large t-shirt and tucked herself into bed. She read for an hour or two before setting the book down on the nightstand, turning off the lamp, and closing her eyes.


**Mark’s Night**


**Squeeeeeaaaaak, CRACK.** The bedroom door closes harshly and wakes her from her deep restful slumber not two hours later. Mark stumbles into the room, flips on the bedroom light, and tries to take off his jeans while nearly falling over with one pant leg stuck around his ankle. “Oh hey honey, didn’t mean to wake you.” he manages while gaining his balance by placing a hand on the wall.


“It’s alright, I had only been asleep a short while,” she responds. “How was your night?”


“It was fine, the fucking Cowboys lost again. They just can’t catch a break. I can’t take much more of this shitty team.” he grumbled back.


“That’s too bad. I’m gonna go back to sleep. Please shut off the light when you are done.”


“Well no shit. I ain’t sleeping with the light on,” he snaps back.


The sharp comment grates on Sandy but she shakes it off and tries to return back to sleep. Mark fumbles around a little bit more getting his pajamas on, then goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth all the while keeping the light on. Finally he finishes his abbreviated nightly ritual, turns off the light and gets into bed. After five minutes or so he leans over to Sandy, “Do you think I could get a blow job tonight? Would really help me sleep.”


Immediately Sandy is overtaken by the strong odor of mint and alcohol on his breath. Even after a quick brush of his teeth, this asshat’s breath could still start a truck she mused. “I don’t think so, not tonight.”


“Why not? I’m really horny. The girls at the bar were wearing these little cowgirl outfits with short skirts and tight white shirts. One of them even came onto me and gave me her number, which I threw away. I should get some sort of reward, shouldn’t I?”


“Reward?! For what, leaving your girlfriend home alone while you go out and party with your guy friends around some bar skanks? FUCK THAT!”


“It’s football night, babe. We went there for the football, not for the girls. They were just there. I thought you would be proud of me for being such a loyal and faithful boyfriend.”


“A loyal boyfriend would have stayed home and watched the game with me. I like football too, remember?” Sandy was getting upset now. Mark was just one more poke or prod away from sleeping on the couch.


“You barely ever watch it, you mostly just want to talk about stupid shit over the game. I want to hear what the commentators talk about.”


“Stupid shit like, Where we should take YOUR MOTHER for entertainment when she visits this weekend? Or what should we make for dinner tomorrow night when you know I may have to visit the grocery store after work before cooking FOR YOU. And you damn well know, you never call me during your lunch break, so when did you plan on having that conversation?!”


“Jesus Christ, it’s just dinner. Who cares? Whatever you make is fine,” He let out.


“You know you could always cook us dinner one night too right? It doesn’t have to be just me every night. Or we could go out for dinner. Just the two of us without you on your phone all the damn time. You know what, I’m sick of this shit. Go sleep on the couch. I’m done fighting. I don’t think you get it.”


“Fine, fuck this,” and with that Mark grabbed his pillow and stormed out of the bedroom headed downstairs to the Livingroom couch.


Why is he so fucking dense all the time? He never thinks of me. Sandy steamed in her head for another hour or so, recounting the night’s argument and all the other times Mark has upset her in similar ways. Finally, when her anger fizzled down to a dull roar she finally drifted back to sleep.


**The Next Day**


Sandy’s work day went about as per usual, crabby co-workers and an even crabbier boss, mixed with her low sleep made this a not very good day. At lunch, instead of calling Mark, which she normally did so she could do a little venting and figure out their dinner plans, she just sat on a bench outside browsing her phone. Reflecting back on the previous night got her thinking about Mark, the turmoil in their relationship, her unhappiness in the bedroom, etc. She was done.


She fumed a bit until her thoughts shifted back to that strange post in her Fetlife group. She thought about it for what seemed like forever, finally, she decided to give it another view. She pulled up the browser on her phone and luckily the same page was still up, however the picture of the mansion was replaced by a small red square icon. She tried to refresh the page but instead got redirected to a “Post deleted or not found” error message. Hmm she thought to herself, the post must have been taken down. She hit the back button on her phone and the post with just the text was still there. Thank god. I get one break at least she thought. She clicked the phone number on the post and her phone pulled up the phone call app with the number autofilled. Sandy’s thumb hovered over the green phone icon for what seemed like an eternity before she took a big gulp and pressed the button.


The phone wrang twice before it was answered, “Lady Chanterelle, horse trainer.”


“Horse Trainer? Oh, I must have the wrong number. I am so sorry.”


\*Click\* Sandy hangs up the phone in a panic.


She sits on the bench a few moments before her phone begins to ring.


***Caller Unknown***


Fuck it, she thinks to herself and slides the phone icon to answer the call.


“Hello, did you just try to reach Lady Chanterelle?”


“Um yes, but I am afraid I don’t have any horses I need trained.” Sandy responds with a short chuckle.


“Pardon my asking, but where did you find my number?” the voice responds.


“Well, I am embarrassed to say, but it was on a Fetish community page,” Sandy nervously answers.


“And are you having troubles with your significant other misbehaving?”


“As a matter of fact I am,” relieved that she hasn’t yet made an ass of herself, Sandy lets down her walls a little bit.


“How long have you been dating or married?”


“Three years next month, just dating.”


“I see. I think I may be of service to you. Do you have time for a consultation?”


“I’m a little busy right now. I have to go back to work in five minutes. Can I call you later tonight?”


“That’s fine, let me give you my direct number so we can skip the pleasantries on the next call. It’s (XXX)XXX-XXXX” Sandy quickly scribbles down the number on the back of an envelope she had in her purse.


“Thank you. I will call you tonight.”


“Alright, good bye.”


***Click***


Unsure of what just happened, Sandy knew one thing. There was hope. The post had been at least a little bit credible and someone on the other end could possibly have what she needed. A little smile formed in the corner of her mouth, she took a deep breath, put away her things and went back inside the building for work.