Couples Retreat: Obedience Training - Part 2

*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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**The Consultation**


Work went by much faster than usual. She had a little extra pep in her step and was looking forward to another conversation with Lady Chanterelle. Driving home from work she started towards the grocery store to pick up a couple last minute ingredients for dinner. A couple blocks into her journey she realized they never decided on what they were having for dinner. You know what, she thought, fuck him. If he wants something hot and fresh for dinner, he can go back to the bar or order a pizza. I’m not catering for him tonight. She went straight home today. Doing so, gave her a couple hours before Mark came home as she normally starts her workday a lot earlier than he does. This gave her time to finally make her phone call.


She got in the door, took off her shoes and bra, and fished out the envelope with the phone number on it from her purse. She sat down on the living room couch and noticed a pillow and a bunched up blanket on the other side. Asshole.


She dialed up the number and pressed the green call button with a nervous finger. She was nervous, but couldn’t quite say why. Was it because this whole thing was a little weird? Perhaps. Maybe it was because of the woman’s voice on the other side. Something about it was calm, cool, reassuring, and confident all at the same time. It was a very short conversation but something about her voice had captivated her. The phone began ringing the number. After two rings the phone connects.


“Hello, this is Lady Chanterelle.”


“Hi, um, yes. This is Sandy, I called you this afternoon about my, um, misbehaving boyfriend. I called you for a consultation.”


“Yes, I remember you. Sandy, you say?”


“Um, yes. Sandra, but everyone calls me Sandy.”


“Would it be alright if I called you Sandra?”


“Um, yes, I suppose so.”


“You should never abbreviate your name. It should be a privilege for anyone to utter it and they should relish every syllable.”


“Um, ok.” Sandy chuckles, “So what, do you all do there?”


“Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I used to break mustangs. People would bring me their horses, both domestic and wild and for a fee, I would break them, train them, and groom them for racing, competitions, and other domestic uses.”


“Ok, uh, do you still do that?”


“In a sense. Horses are too easy. They are basic creatures with very fundamental needs. It doesn’t take long until it becomes repetitive and trivial like anything else. Ultimately I got bored, and I have since moved onto breaking…...humans. Males to be more precise.”


Bewildered Sandy says, “Breaking males?”


“Yes, for lack of a better term. Breaking males. Women that wish to lead a more female led relationship or FLR for short turn to me to aid in that initial first step. That is ultimately my forte.”


“Interesting! Soooo, breaking males? Is that like castration?” Sandy wondered.


“No, no. We are not in the business of making geldings. Although for the right customer accidents do happen.” Lady Chanterelle chuckled mildly. Her laughter was slow and deep. There was an air of wisdom in this laugh. Something told Sandy this has happened before and it wasn’t quite an accident.


“Ok, so how does it go? What do we do,” to say Sandy’s interest was piqued would be an understatement.


“We offer four primary packages. Each package begins with a single first weekend. Depending on how deep you want to go and how receptive your male is, we can set up a training plan that is right for you.” Lady Chanterelle cooly stated.


“OK”


“Our first package is for your casual BDSM couple. I call this level 1. This is really a guided tour into dominating your male. This is intended for males that already know their place at the foot of their superior female partner, and females well versed at domination and control. In this package, we grant the couple full access to our training grounds and assign you one of our apprentice trainers for supervision and guidance. You would ultimately run the show, we are just there for assistance if needed. Over the weekend, you may have your bottom either join you in your quarters at night and sleep next to the bed or in one of our designated subordinate’s arrangements.”


“Hmmm, I am not very experienced at all. I wouldn’t know the first thing to do. Plus, he is very insubordinate.” Sandy said bashfully.


“Ok, well let me tell you about level 2 then. With level 2 it’s a similar arrangement to level 1, but this time it’s our apprentice trainer running the show. You will sit back and watch a master at work. You will have input with the trainer to increase or decrease intensity of the training session. You may step in whenever you want to apply the techniques demonstrated at any time you wish. We will go as hard or as lenient as you wish. Once again, you have the choice to have your sub join you in your quarters at night or they can spend the nights in our designated subordinates arrangements. This package is intended for males with some discipline and the dominant with some experience and a need to control the intensity of the training regimen.”


“This may be more my speed. However, my boyfriend has zero discipline and he has a huge attitude problem. I also fear that I may lack the attitude and really, the zeal, to make him truly view me as a superior. I fear that he may just say what I want to hear just to get out of trouble when we are in the moment, and given our history, I will let him off the hook. I also don’t quite have much, if any experience with any of this in a formal setting.” Sandy sounded down.


“That is quite alright. I figured as much. I think level 3 will be more your speed. Level 3 is where we truly shine. With level 3 you completely hand over the reins, no pun intended, to a full trainer. With this, your man will be completely under our control. This program can be very intense but results are guaranteed. We will spend the entire weekend, breaking your partner. Every bad habit they have will be unlearned. I won’t go into the details too much, but essentially, they will learn that their balls (and their will along with it) are no longer under their control, they belong to us, women. When we are through with them they are completely subservient, and malleable to your desires. While they are ongoing the transformation in what will assuredly be a weekend from hell for them, you will be pampered. Our team of males that have previously been through the program will cater to your every need: food, massages, a footstool, a book fetched from our library, you name it. You will also practice your assertive speech here, and be given some instructions on maintenance training techniques.”


“Oh my. That sounds pretty great, but it may be a little intense.” Sandy was flustered. Her head was swimming with a whole new world of possibilities. She wanted that jerk to finally realize who’s the boss and listen to her. She loved Mark though, despite his many tendencies that grated on her patience, but she didn’t want to see him hurt. “Can we do all of that from level 3 but maybe turn it down a little bit? I don’t want to break his spirit, it’s what attracted me to him in the first place.”


“Listen, I understand your hesitation, but a man who walks all over you hasn’t learned his place yet. He needs a strong hand to be shown the way. Most males that leave the program will be quite stand-offish and timid initially, but they will gradually recover from the initial trauma they receive.” Lady Chanterelle chucks once more and continues, “But eventually old personality traits do return: humor, sarcasm, witt. Which leads me to the maintenance portion of our training package.”


“Uh ok.”


“Maintenance is highly recommended. Think of this like you would a set of braces. Over the course of the weekend, we will be straightening the teeth, getting them into place. It is up to you to use the retainer afterwards so that the teeth don’t fall back out of whack so to speak.”


“Retainer? I’m lost.”


“Retainer, yes. As he recovers from the initial training, you may see undesirable traits return. They require immediate and severe correction. If left unattended, the behavior will increase and the training will be for naught. That’s why we outfit every subordinate to leave this program with a device that fits snuggly on his testicles. It is a combination of metal and silicone. It has a silicone pouch that is molded to fit his testicles exactly. The two sides of the pouch have metal contact zones, for maximum contact on the outside of each testicle. There is a metal band on the device that locks at the base of his testicles, keeping them pressed onto their respective correction plate, but not to restrict blood flow. It is extremely high tech, it comes with a lithium poly high capacity battery module built into the unit, along with a GSM chip that links it with cellphone towers and numerous anti-tamper mechanisms in case he gets any big ideas. Then for you, we have an app for your cell phone. From anywhere that you get cell phone service, you can control the device. There are 10 intensities you may select from, to give a one time pulse of corrective action. You may also hold the button for sustained correction. The intensity ranges from a 1 which mimics a light slap or flick to the testicles, all the way up to a 10, which I’ve been told is extremely intense. Similar to, and I quote, ‘placing your testicles on a golf tee and having them hit with a club on a par 5.’ ” More chuckles from Lady Chanterelle.


“Wow! Can I just have the device put on him? That sounds amazing. I think every woman needs one of those.”


“Ha, I wish.” Lady Chanterelle lost her composure for a brief moment, very uncharacteristic of her. “I’m afraid, as effective of a tool as the ‘retainer’ is, it’s effects cannot be fully realized without the initial training aspect. Plus, it is not a long term tool. We recommend having the device removed after a month of a probationary period. Although it’s best not to tell the males any sort of time frame. If they think it’s temporary then they will only behave as long as they have to.”


“I see. That makes sense. So we do the training with you at level 3 for a weekend, once we leave he has this ‘retainer’ on him for me to do as I please, and we come back to have it removed? What if the battery dies? I feel like with his attitude, I may kill the battery after the first week.”


“Haha.” Lady Chanterelle broke again. She liked Sandy, she saw something in her that reminded her of herself. She saw fire and a strong desire to take this all the way. “I assure you the battery is very strong and will last the entire first month. If it does get low, it has a USB type C port on the side, with a water proof cover of course, for charging. Simply tell your subordinate to plug it in and charge it up.”


“Simply tell him to go plug in his testicle tormenter into the wall so he can get even more torture? That’s a hard sell.” Sandy scoffed.


“Yes, it really is that easy. When the battery gets down to 20% capacity it will emit a level 7 shock every hour. Think of how annoying a smoke detector chirp is, but instead of a chirp it will feel like a kick in the testicles. After the first warning shock, he will be running to the nearest outlet, guaranteed.”


“Oh my god. I fucking love it. That would be so funny to be watching TV with him and see him randomly OOOOOFFFF and turn to me like, ‘What the fuck?’ I would just tell him that I didn’t do it, battery must be running low. ‘Go plug in your balls.’” Sandy laughed outright and Lady Chanterelle did as well. She couldn’t contain herself anymore. Sandy was hilarious and seemed to already be a much different person than the one she first spoke with over the phone this afternoon. Sandy was springing back to life every minute. She had her old fire back, she was feisty. She was excited. Mostly of all she was hopeful, this could completely change their relationship dynamic and she couldn’t be more thrilled.


“Yes, ‘go plug in your balls,’ indeed.” Lady Chanterelle mused. “So what do you think? Would you like to sign up for level 3 then? Do you have any other questions?”


“Umm not really, it sounds really nice but how much does it cost?”


“Ahh yes, the cost. Well, we are not a charity, although we do get some small stipends from some feminists groups for the work we do. Sadly, we do need to pass some of the costs onto you. For the technology, labor, materials, etc, the total cost for the level 3 package is $5,000 USD. This does include the retainer device since it is custom built for your sub, which you get to keep (as well as the key and instructions on how to remove it).”


“Wow, that’s quite a bit. But if it does completely reform my boyfriend, it’s not completely out of the question. Especially if you guarantee your results.”


“Yes, we do. Plus, a well trained pet will have no problem handing over a little bit of money here and there if his trainer is diligent about working the controls on his retainer device, if you catch my meaning.”


“Ok, I think I can use the money from my rainy day fund. I’m in. How does your guarantee work?”


“Well, it’s quite simple. 98% of the time, the one session with us is all they need. The retainer is rarely utilized on most subjects. At the end of the month, most women report that they barely had to administer any followup corrections, especially after the first couple shocks, and with the threat always looming from having the device in place.


Some men *WILL* act up again after the retainer is off, for this I recommend that you call over some girlfriends to help hold him down, or just get him really drunk so you can place the device back on. That alone, paired with many corrections with the device, and the knowledge that the device can be put back on at any time, will make the majority of those candidates fall back into line.


However, there is the final 2%, ones that actively defy orders despite large amounts of electricity coursing through their testicles. Or they found a way to remove or disable the retainer device. They are rare but they do happen. We will give you a couple pills as a backup plan. Slip one in his drink and he will pass out for up to 8 hours, this will give you more than enough time to get him back to our training facility and administer a follow up training session, free of cost. He will need to be subdued or passed out to get him back. Once you take him here a first time, he will fight you kicking and screaming before he ever comes back. Think of a cat going to a vet, but here they actually know their balls are in danger.”


“Oh wow, you really have thought of everything.”


“Oh yes, this is my business and I take it very seriously. I have been at it a long time and I’ve seen a little bit of everything.”


“I bet! Ok, I’m in. Let's do this. He needs to learn.”


“Alright, we have an opening in two weeks for a level 3 training. Does that work for you?”


“Yes, that’s perfect. That’s actually our anniversary. I can play it off like we are going away for a couples retreat.”


“Great, I will alert my staff so that we align with your couples retreat ruse. My secretary Steve, will be in touch with you for payment and arranging the details. Do you have any other questions?”


“Not really, although I do have one. You said initially that there were 4 levels of training? I think we only went over 3. What’s the fourth level?”


“Oh yes, level 4. This is for people beyond the BDSM community. This session is more akin to torture and reserved for people that have wronged you. Most of what we do here would be considered against one or more Geneva conventions. We can try to preserve the testicles in this session but oftentimes this is where most of our ‘mistakes’ occur.”


“Ahh I see. Yeah, I still want Mark to keep his balls. I’ve got plans for them!”


“Right. Sounds good. If there are no other questions I will talk to you later.”


“Nope, I’m all good. Thank you so much for everything! Have a good one.”


“Thank you. Good bye.”


\*Click\*


And with that Sandy was at a loss for words. Who was this marvelous woman? What had she just signed up for? How could she have just spent $5,000 to some stranger over the phone? Would it really work? What will they do to him? What will the male servants be like? Will Mark go along for the couples retreat? What is the mansion like? She had about 1,000 questions, ideas, and funny thoughts swirling through her head.


She wanted to see Mark grovel at her feet at the end of the weekend. She wanted to give him zaps to his balls while he watched football with his friends. Watch him jump out of his chair with each one and try to play it off as nothing, making it increasingly difficult as she increased the intensity. Explain that one to your buddies, Mark. She giggled to herself. I can’t wait to show all my girlfriends the new toy. I wonder if they would want a turn? I wonder if I will get a referral bonus for referring my friends. I can already think of a few friends who will want to do the same. The tides are a changin, Mark. I hope you know what you are in for.