Couples Retreat: Obedience Training - Part 6

*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.*


**Sandy Settles In**


Sandra stepped out of Lady Chanterelle’s office behind Tabitha, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The meeting weighed heavily on Sandy’s conscience. It was a lot to take in, and so formal at that. It was all very overwhelming for her.


She followed Tabitha to the front of the foyer where the grand staircase made its entrance. Sandy once again glanced around the beautiful grand foyer in awe. Before reaching the birth of the staircase a loud **POM, POM, POM** echoed throughout the large foyer as someone knocked on a heavy steel door at the back.


Tabitha slowly makes her way up the first few stairs with her left hand lightly on the handrail, not for balance so much as appearances. To Sandy, Tabitha was oozing with confidence and grace. Sandy follows up the stairs behind her obediently, admiring her tight and sexy outfit once more.


**Squeaaaak.**

*The heavy door at the back of the foyer swings open. Some murmuring can be heard and a brief pause. Likely Mark making some dumbass comment*, Sandy Thought.


**Kachunk.**

*The door slams shut.*


*Well that’s it. Mark is well on his way to becoming more well behaved. Good riddance, and I hope he doesn’t make it too hard on himself,* Sandy reflected and smiled to herself. They reached the top of the stairs and Tabitha made her way to the left. The two of them walked past the back left corner and passed many beautiful regal wooden doors until they made it roughly half the way along the left wall. Tabitha paused at a large wooden door with a plaque and the words “Primary Guest Room 1” emblazoned across it in gold script. Tabitha held out her hand beckoning to the door like a game show model. “This is where you will be staying with us, you will find your things have been neatly put away for you already. Please make yourself comfortable, I will come and get you in 20 minutes for orientation,” Tabitha said coolly.


“Great, thank you,” Sandy replied.


Tabitha smiled and nodded, then slowly made her way back the way they came. Sandy turned to face the large wooden door once more and placed her hand on the door knob. *Ok, let’s check out the accommodations.* Sandy turned the ornate, brass door knob and pushed forward. The door was quite heavy to her but swung nicely once it was moving. Everything seemed to be well maintained, the well-oiled door included. Sandy stepped forward into her room and what she saw took her breath away.


“Oh my god, a four post bed. It’s like something out of a Disney movie!” Sandy couldn’t help but say aloud. Straight ahead of her at the back of the room, between two bay windows, stood the most beautiful bed that Sandy had ever seen. It had four large wooden posts with intricate wispy woodwork designs up and down each post. A sheer white fabric was draped from post to post. The tufted comforter was a pale green in color and the top was adorned with eight elegant throw pillows of various shades of green and white to match the comforter and bed.


The walls were a very light green, almost ivory in color. A handful of still life and scenic paintings were tastefully placed along the walls. Next to the bed, in the right corner of the room stood a small and humble, wooden writing desk accompanied by a wooden swivel chair upholstered in pale green padding to match the room. Atop the desk is a leather bound book and an expensive fountain pen made to look like a quill. Midway along the right wall is a modest wooden dresser with Sandy’s bags placed next to it.


Sandy immediately goes to the dresser to make sure her things are there. She opens the top drawer and finds her socks paired and folded with a gentle smell of lavender. She closed the dresser drawer and pulled open the second drawer to find her panties pressed and folded on the left side and her bras neatly folded on the right side. *Interesting*. She closed the second drawer and opened up the third. There she found her shirts and tops, once again folded and pressed, neatly stacked. She closes that drawer and lastly opens the bottom drawer. Sure enough, there are her pants, shorts, and skirts (she didn’t know what she would need), folded, pressed and neatly stacked, the gentle smell of lavender. *Wow, their assistants sure do work quickly.*


After verifying most of her clothes were in their place she turned her focus to the left wall, opposite the wall of the dresser she was standing at. She made her way to the middle of the wall where there is a large antique vanity with three large mirrors, one in the middle, and two angled at the sides. There are also two smaller mirrors on top of it, one handheld with what looks to be a jade handle and a modern looking convex mirror with a small stand for magnification. The whole top of the vanity is filled with make-up of various brands and color compositions, including her favorite brand, Naked.


To the left of the vanity is another door, curious, Sandy approaches and slowly opens in. When the door fully opens a large fluorescent light comes on, likely motion activated. The room is roughly 12 feet by 12 feet and completely filled with clothes. *Ooohh, it's a walk-in closet.* Sandy steps into the closet and begins thumbing through the clothes. Skirts, pants, dresses, blouses of all colors and fabrics, vinyl, leather, rubber, and polyester. It’s like she has stepped into her very own fetish boutique. *How convenient!* Sandy chuckled.


There was also a shoe rack with a wide variety of footwear from sandals, stilettos and various heels. There were all sorts of boots as well which varied from simple black or brown to studded and spiked, as short as an ankle boot, all the way up to tall, black, shiny, thigh highs. She went around and inspected the tags on the apparel. Everything is in my size. I can’t believe it. Sandy could feel the blood rushing to her head. Her pulse and breath quickened and she felt her womanly core getting warmer and wanting from all the possibilities flooding through her head.


She stepped out of the walk-in to catch her breath and glanced once more around the room. On the other side of the vanity she spots another doorway, this time the door is already open. She walks over to the doorway and finds inside that is a bathroom. It’s a fairly standard bathroom with small white and black tile work along the floor, white walls, white toilet, white sink basin, and an older stand-alone tub, like something you would see a black and white film starlet taking a bubble bath in.


On the white sink basin Sandy finds her leather pouch of toiletries. *Ahh, so that’s where those went. I better freshen up, it was a long car ride after all, and my nerves have made me a little sweaty*, Sandy observes. She opens the pouch and finds her deodorant. She takes off her hooded sweatshirt and pops into the bedroom quickly and drapes it over the back of the chair at the writing desk. She removes the cover from the deodorant and gives each under arm a couple quick swipes, making sure not to get any on her tank top, and puts the cap back on as she walks into the bathroom to return the deodorant to its bag. After a quick sniff she is satisfied with the results and returns to the main bedroom.


Sandy walks over to the dresser and kicks off her tennis shoes to get more comfortable. She looks around the room once more and grins widely. *I think I am going to love it here*, she beams. Sandy takes another deep breath and as she blows it out she stretches out her arms and spins in a circle in the middle of the room. She stops spinning with her back to the large four post bed and falls backwards onto it. Laying on the bed is like laying on a cloud, complete bliss. Sandy closes her eyes and breathes deeply, smiling as her concerns and worries about the weekend melt away.



**Sandy Becomes Sandra**


**Knock, knock, knock.** The sound at the door jarred Sandy back to reality. She had nearly fallen asleep on the beautiful plush bed. *Had it really been 20 minutes already,* Sandy wondered. “One moment, I will be right there,” Sandy belted out.


Sandy licked her lips, her mouth was quite dry. Maybe she had fallen asleep just then. She rubbed her eyes and rushed towards the door. Quickly she grabbed the door handle and pulled the door inward. “Hello Tabitha. Sorry about that. I must have drifted off there,” Sandy chuckled.


“Not a problem, the beds in this place seem to have that effect on people,” Tabitha joked. “Are you ready to begin?”


Hesitantly, Sandy replied, “Begin? Umm, sure. What’s first?”


“Well, the first lesson with a Female Led Relationship, FLR, is confidence. You need to always be in control and a big part of this is your confidence….your attitude and demeanor will lend itself to the power you possess,” Tabitha stated with cool certainty.


“Ahh ok.”


“I know. I know. Easier said than done. Let’s start with your outfit. Confidence begins on the outside. If you look it, you will feel it. So let’s get you changed into something a little less…comfortable.” Tabitha smiled.


Sandy looked down and noticed she was still wearing her comfy car ride clothes. White cotton socks, heavily worn light blue jeans, and a black tank top. “Ahh, Ok. That makes sense,” Sandy replied coyly.


“Did you notice the walk-in closet at your disposal?”


“Oh yes, I did. Quite wonderful,” Sandy beamed.


“Great, let's find something in there that works for you.”


“OK!”


The two women walk into the large walk-in closet.


“Typically, it’s best to wear tight, revealing clothing. Shiny is good too, men are attracted to shiny things. They are simple creatures. But ultimately it comes down to what you are comfortable with,” Tabitha explains.


“Well, umm, I am not exactly a model. I don’t want to wear something too tight or something that will look awful on me with my frame,” Sandy replies timidly.


“Not at all, I think you are beautiful. This is about making you feel good about yourself, not worse. What would you say are your favorite features?”


“My boobs, definitely my boobs. Oh, and my butt is pretty good too I think. Haha”


“Ok then, let's start there. Something that doesn’t make you feel too uncomfortable, but accentuates your breasts. Have you ever worn a corset?” Tabitha inquired.


“Umm, I tried a couple on at a boutique before but ultimately they made me light headed after awhile.”


“Hahaha Ok, fair enough. They are something you learn to love, but I can see you aren’t ready for that yet. Oh, I think I have just the thing for you.” Tabitha turns and walks over to a rack of tops at the back of the closet and begins sifting through the choices. With rapid precision she locks in on her choice and pulls out a beautiful, vibrant, royal blue blouse. “Royal blue would look great on you with your curly strawberry blonde hair.” Tabitha hands the blouse to Sandy.


“Hmm, yes, I think that would look nice.”


“Annnndd for pants, let's try leather. Does that work for you?”


“Ummm sure I suppose. Won’t that get sweaty?”


“Naw, it isn’t too bad. This large house can get drafty at times and the pants I have in mind are faux leather, they actually breathe quite nicely. We generally enjoy cruelty here, just not cruelty to animals.” Tabitha goes to the rack on the right side of the closet next to the shoes and quickly finds a pair of matte black leather pants with a subtle shine. “Go ahead, put these on, I will wait.” Tabitha hands Sandy the pants and turns around in case Sandy is feeling self conscious.”


“Ok, one moment here.” Sandy drops the blouse and pants to the floor and takes off her tank top but realizes her tank top has the bra built in. Concerned about giving the ‘ladies’ a little too much freedom Sandy fires out, “Hold on one moment, I gotta go grab a bra.”


Tabitha lowers her head and chuckles to herself. “Sure, no problem. I will be right here.”


Sandy returns wearing a skimpy black lace bra, one that she always wore on romantic date nights with Mark when things had the potential to get romantic. Sandy always had larger breasts, she was one of the first girls on her block to have breasts, because of this all the boys at school were always trying to poke them with their pencils on the school bus or find ‘casual’ ways to bump into her chest. Growing up she hated it, but eventually in her college years she learned to love her 36 Ds and the effect they had on men.


Sandy picks the royal blue blouse off the floor and puts it on. The blouse has two sections separated by a tighter band around the midpoint. The lower portion is loose and flowy, she liked the way she didn’t have to suck in her small tummy to feel beautiful. The top portion was form fitting and low cut, it showcased her wonderful breasts spectacularly. She unbuttons and unzips her worn blue jeans then slides them off onto the floor, kicking them to the side of the closest when her second foot clears the heap of material.


She already has a pink cotton thong on, so that should be fine with these pants Sandy surmises. She picks up the leather pants off the floor and steps into them one leg at a time. She takes turns shifting her weight from one leg to the other and she slowly hikes the leather pants up. They are a little snug on her muscular thighs but the material seems to stretch and breath just fine. She zips up the front and fastens the clasp at the top. “There, what do you think?” Sandy asks proudly.


“Hmmmm let me see.” Tabitha walks up to Sandy and tugs at the waistband a little bit, then tufts the lower loose portion of the blouse as she eyes Sandy’s impressive cleavage. She walks to the back of Sandy and checks out her butt and how far the blouse comes down. After making a full loop she stops once more in front of Sandy. “You look beautiful. You are going to break a lot of hearts.” Tabitha smiles.


Sandy’s cheeks quickly flush with red. “You really think so?”


“Yes, I do. Now let's grab some shoes and do some quick hair and makeup. Go pick out some shoes to match your outfit, I will meet you by the vanity,” instructed Tabitha.


“Ok,” Sandy replied. Tabitha walked around Sandy and out into the bedroom once more. Sandy walked back to the impressive shoe rack and began to weigh her choices. Eventually she settled on a matte black high ankle boot, with a square toe and one inch long sturdy heel. *These ought to be good for kicking some balls*, Sandy thought and tittered to herself. She grabbed the boots off the rack and quickly made her way back into her bedroom, not wanting to make Tabitha wait long.


Sandy comes out of the walk-in and sees Tabitha standing in front of the vanity with the wheeled writing desk chair positioned in front of it and the seat pointing towards Sandy. “Come….Have a seat,” Tabitha instructed, motioning to the chair in front of her.


“What do you think of these?” Sandy holds the boots up for validation.


“Those should do just fine. Now sit down, let’s get you ready,” insisted Tabitha.


“Ok.” Sandy set down the boots by the front door of the room and quickly made her way over to Tabitha. She sat down in the wooden swivel chair with the green padding and spun around to face the mirror. Without any provocation, Tabitha picks up an old wooden brush from the vanity and immediately begins brushing out Sandy’s hair. “Ahh, sorry about that. I think I have a little bed head,” Sandy blushed once more.


“No big deal. Why don’t you start on your makeup while I do your hair,” Tabitha assured.


“Ahh ok, ummm, what should I use.” Sandy carefully scanned over the many packages of makeup laid out before her, overwhelmed by choice.


“Might I recommend the Crimson Red lipstick there?” Tabitha pointed at what looked to be a solid gold lipstick tube sitting out by itself. “I also recommend for your eyes, that you go with a very light dusting of the midnight blue, to go with your royal blue blouse. I think you can find that over there.” Tabitha pointed to a plain black box filled with many small compartments of various powders with a wide variety of colors, all unused.


“Sure, I think that would look nice,” Sandy agreed.


Together they got to work, doing Sandy’s hair and makeup. It was a whirlwind of hands trying to get Cinderella ready for the ball. Tabitha brushed out Sandy’s hair and pulled it up into a tight bun, careful not to move Sandy’s head too much while she was applying her makeup. When Tabitha was done, she stood by and offered small pointers to Sandy as she completed her makeup. Finally, Sandy was ready.


“There we go! You look wonderful. What do you think? How do you feel?” Tabitha inquired.


“I…I…I look beautiful.” Sandy stood up and looked at herself closely in the three mirrors from all angles. “I am one badass bitch,” Sandy said with a large grin pushing up her cleavage for emphasis.


“BAHAHA, yes you are!” Tabitha let out an uncharacteristic laugh. Sandy had a knack for breaking through these tough women’s otherwise cool exteriors. “Well Miss B.A.B. Should we make our way to the parlor and meet some of the other ladies of the house and some of our servants?” Tabitha asked in a rhetorical fashion.


“Sure!” Sandy said enthusiastically.


“Ok, throw on your boots and let’s head out.”


They made their way to the front door and paused a moment as Sandy braced herself against the wall to put on her boots. She laced them up and followed Tabitha back out into the second floor of the foyer. They walked back towards the staircase and stopped at a set of double doors at the top of the stairs. There were no signs on or above these doors but from their look and placement inside the Chateau it was very apparent that it was a popular place.


“Ok, here we are, put on your B.A.B. face. Be confident. You look great. Most importantly, have fun,” Tabitha said with a wink.


With Tabitha’s last minute pep talk, Sandy was ready. She flashed a small smile before tightening up her face into her best impression of a cold, stern, business woman. “Ok, let’s do it.”



**The Parlor**


From the hallway, the double doors had no door knobs, only worn brass plates where many people had pushed throughout the years. They were quite worn in the centers which looked silver compared to the rest of the copper colored plate. Tabitha placed her hands on the worn centers and pushed the doors open. Sandra’s wonder and amazement of the Chateau continued to grow from what she saw inside.


The parlor was a large open space with a variety of smaller offshoots around its perimeter for more intimate gatherings. At the center of the space off to the left, was a large stone fireplace not set in any walls, made up of large stones and mortar from floor to ceiling. Placed around the fireplace was a brown leather tufted couch, a brown leather tufted loveseat and three matching brown leather chairs. Sitting on the couch at the rightmost position was a beautiful brunette woman with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had on shiny black thigh high boots, a short black mini-skirt, and white tank top. She seemed to be reading a book, however, what struck Sandra a little odd, was the woman had her legs outstretched and was resting them on the back of a naked man on his hands and knees. The man was quite young, maybe mid-twenties, slightly younger than Sandra. Other than his short brown hair, the rest of his body appeared to be completely hairless. He also wore a black leather collar with ringlets around the side and locked in the back.


There also sat an old man in one of the brown chairs in the fireplace circle, naked like the other man. He had short gray hair and looked to be in his 60s. He was not hairless however, his arms, legs, and chest were peppered with gray hair. He had the same black collar as the man on his arms and legs, on his collar Sandra noticed a small white patch on the front of it (since he was facing her) with some lettering on it but Sandra couldn’t quite make out what it said. He noticed when the two had entered the parlor and folded up his newspaper.


As the man neatly set down his newspaper and slowly made his way over to the ladies Sandra shook off some of her initial shock and began to take in more of the room. Looking around she noticed the left wall had a rather impressive bar in it’s center, four or five shelves on the wall behind the bar, going up to the ceiling were a vast amount of bottles of various shapes and sizes. In front of the bar were two smaller sitting groups of brown leather chairs with a handful of people at one of the groupings. Three female figures were sitting, and two males, naked - both wearing collars. One of the men was standing and holding a glass of wine and the other was kneeling in front of one of the ladies.


On either side of the bar were built in shelves of books, the shelves of books sandwiched the bar and went out along the wall in either direction. The books wrapped around the corners of the left side of the room and stretched out along the front and back walls another 20 feet or so.


Along the backside of the parlor were great windows overlooking the back of the estate. A couple chairs were placed in front of some of the windows. Sitting at two of the chairs were another two women and a small glass table holding a large ceramic ashtray between them. Each woman was impeccably dressed. One had dirty blonde hair and was dressed from head to toe in form fitting, black, studded, strappy leather with matching knee-high leather boots. The other woman was black with long black hair in a ponytail, she wore a white blouse, tight khaki riding pants, matte black leather boots. The two held large smoldering cigars while they carried on with a lively jovial chat.


Next to the blonde woman quietly stood a middle aged man, roughly in his 40s. He was bald on the top of his head and had thin brown hair around the sides. He also wore a black collar, locked around his neck, with the white patch. Sandra noticed that his testicles were locked in a small black device with a slow blinking red light on the side. *Likely the device that Lady Chanterelle had explained over the phone during our consultation*, Sandra thought.


Standing obediently next to the black trainer, or at least Sandra thought she was a trainer with her outfit, was another man, a little younger than the first, probably in his lower 30s. He had short buzzed dark hair and was in pretty good shape, he was possibly hispanic but it was hard for Sandra to tell at this distance. He had the same leather collar with white, as well as the same device on his testicles. His device however had a leather leash attached to it, the leash was pulled tight with almost no slack, and wrapped several times around the black trainer’s left hand. Every so often the black trainer would say something to the other woman and tug on the leash, sometimes glancing at the man to gauge his reaction. Sandra could see the man’s six pack abs tense with every tug and everything about it excited her, his muscles, his strained expression, the sweat glistening off of his body, his total submission, her power and control, even the woman’s cool, carefree attitude, everything.


Through the windows Sandra could see a large area surrounded by a wooden, four rail wooden fence, filled with soft, upturned, brown dirt, presumably for riding horses. Behind the fenced-in area was a moderately sized stable which Sandra guessed could house between 15-20 horses. *I wonder if they train some of the men out there now*, Sandra wondered.


The right side of the room had the same fancy brown chairs found throughout the parlor but it’s looks had been updated a bit. There were a couple large screen TVs mounted on the wall. This area had two sitting areas, one focused around each of the TVs. Both TVs were on. The TV nearest them was playing a business channel with no audio. It had an old male pundit on it dressed in a business suit and closed captions transcribing his speech. Stock tickers scrolled across the bottom of the picture with the standard green up arrows and red down arrows next to the ticker symbols.


At the TV area in the back sat a woman watching the TV with the audio on low. The show looked to be one of the HouseWives of WhoGivesAShit spinoffs on the Bravo network. The woman sat on a couch and was slouched back in her seat with her feet up on a coffee table. She had a cellphone in her right hand and a beer that would move from her lap to her left hand periodically when she took a drink. The woman had shoulder high blonde hair worn down just past her shoulders and was a little heavier than most of the other girls. She wore clunky brown, steel toe shoes, tight stretch blue jeans and a dark red corset bostier top which barely contained her ample bosom. Sat next to her on the couch was another naked man with a black collar and no device on his exposed package as far as Sandra could tell.


The old man who spotted them when they first came in was standing before them now. Aside from all the body hair he had which not many of the other guys did, Sandra noticed he still had no pubic hair and his cock and balls were free of any devices. He was also well hung for an older gentleman, Sandra particularly noted how low his balls hung. I wonder if that’s because of his age. Up close she could read the white patch on his collar, it read ‘MORT.’ After a moment of silence between the three, Tabitha takes a small step forward towards Mort and gives him a quick and light backhand across his low dangling balls. **Slap** Mort jumps a bit at the contact and says, “Thank you Lady Tabitha. Good afternoon. How may I be of service?”


“That’s more like it. Sometimes I can’t tell if you forget what you wanted to say or you just want your balls punished,” Tabitha says mildly. “This is Mistress Sandra.”


“Hello Mistress Sandra,” Mort says dutifully.


Tabitha continues, “We may need you for some teaching moments later but for now can you please seat us in the library and fetch us some drinks?”


“Right this way.” Mort turns to his right and begins walking to the left side of the room behind the fireplace. They walk past the sitting area at the front corner with the three sitting women, the standing man, and the kneeling man, then make their way to the back left corner of the room to two chairs in front of one of the rear facing windows. Mort motions his hand in a large sweeping fashion to the chairs. Tabitha and Sandra take their seats, with Sandra taking the leftmost chair so she could continue to survey the room and it’s many wonders.


“I will take a Chardonnay. Sandra, what would you like to drink?”


After some deliberation, Sandra replied, “Red wine please.”


Mort with a slightly confused and panicked look, glanced over to Tabitha for guidance.


“Sandra, does a Cabernet Sauvignon work?” Tabitha asked.


“Yes, thank you. I will take a Cabernet Sauvignon,” Clarified Sandra. Nodded and made his way over to the bar.


“Ok Sandra, time for your second lesson. Talking to subs. You need to be direct. Figure out and say exactly what you want or need. Do not leave anything to interpretation. Mort has been in the game so long I thought he was going to have a panic attack when he was trying to figure out what red wine to get,” instructed Tabitha.


“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”


“It’s ok, you didn’t know. But this leads into the second part of talking to subs. Skip the pleasantries. Manners do not apply to men. They do not deserve it. No more ‘please.’ No more ‘thank you.’ And for heaven’s sake, never say ‘I’m sorry,’ at least to them. When you said it to me that was fine, but you really don’t want to say that too often around them anyways. It shows fallibility. It shows weakness. That make sense?”


“Yes.” Sandy flushed.


“Great. Like I said, you didn’t know. Don’t beat yourself up, this may be very new for you.”


“For sure,” Sandra said with a little exhale of relief. “Hey, can I ask you something?”


“Sure, go ahead.”


“What’s Mort’s deal anyways?” Sandra inquired.


“Oh him. He’s harmless,” Tabitha paused and continued on, “He was one of the first trained by Lady Chanterelle herself. She’s quite the sadist if you ever get the privilege to see her at work……It’s funny, if you see Lady Chanterelle join us later in the parlor, keep an eye on how Mort cowers around her. She trained him good alright.” Tabitha chuckled.


“Whoa. Why is he….um…still here?” Sandra asked in a hushed tone.


“Well, as far as I know, he came in with his wife many, many years ago. Much the same way that most men find themselves in ‘our care.’” Tabitha used air quotes to accentuate the double entendre. “He was trained just fine and the couple left happy. Ten years later or so he returned. Not really sure what happened with his wife but he opted to become a live-in servant here at the Chateau.”


“Wow, that’s crazy,” Sandra said astonishedly.


“Naw, it actually happens more than you think. Some men really love to be around all these beautiful women all the time. Some just really love the lifestyle, enjoy a (generally) safe space and all their decisions made for them as well as the control,” assured Tabitha.


“I guess that makes sense. Do they get paid?”


“Some do I suppose?” Tabitha shrugged. “I am not privy to the finer details of how we operate. That’s Lady Chanterelle’s department now. We give them free room and board as well as certain….fringe benefits, depending on their contributions in and around the estate. For instance, the pain, discipline, and attention they get from the ladies of the house. Many of the women also assist in a ‘release’ for their good behavior.” Tabitha scrunched up her nose with her final statement, she didn’t seem to care much for whether or not ‘the help’ got off Sandra figured.


Sandra was starting to get it, “Ahh I see.”


“Yup, it's a win-win situation. They keep up the grounds, serve us food and alcohol, pleasure us..” Sandra’s eyes lit up at this. “...basically cater to us in every way we ask and in return give them all the essentials as well as the firm hand of discipline they crave.”


“Nice,” Sandra agreed and as they settled back in their chairs having reached resolution in Sandra’s inquiry, Mort himself returned carrying two large glasses of wine, one red, one white. He paused for a moment and looked to be considering who first to offer their respective wine to, the one who likely often disciplined him with attacks to his balls or the guest of honor. After an agonized multiple second pause he outstretched his left arm holding the glass of red wine and offered it up to Sandra, “Cabernet Sauvignon for our guest of honor.” Sandra slowly grabs the glass from Mort and bites her tongue, resisting the urge to thank him, instead giving him a short nod. Mort notices her change in behavior and flashes a quick smile before handing the white wine to Tabitha, “And Chardonnay for Lady Tabitha.” Tabitha nods to Mort in a similar fashion as Sandra did, likely to make her feel more at ease.


“That is all for now Mort, you may leave us and return to your newspaper.” Tabitha instructed, pleased with his service.


“Thank you Lady Tabitha.” Mort bowed and slowly made his way around the fireplace to where he was originally sitting.


Sandra’s eyes followed the old man as he walked, Tabitha’s comments swirling around her head and she watched him. *Quite the lifestyle choice. Always being naked and serving others. Pain, a regular daily occurrence. Very interesting.* Just then, the sound of the Parlor doors could be heard opening and Samantha appeared from behind the fireplace, making her way to the bar.


Sandra was beyond curious, “Tabitha, isn’t that Samantha? The woman who led Mark to his training?”


“Yes, that’s Samantha, our lead trainers’ assistant. She must be taking a break from the training,” she responded.


“Ooooh, think I can ask her about how it’s going?” Sandra was curious as all hell.


“Typically we stay relatively tight-lipped about our process but if she’s feeling generous she may be able to clue you in a little bit.”


“OK, be right back.” Sandra set down her wine on the ground next to her chair and shot up quick as a bunny. Samantha was pulling a bottle of flavored seltzer water out of a small fridge behind the bar when Sandra caught up to her. “Hello. Samantha, right?” Samantha looked a little confused at first but quickly recognition filled her eyes. “It’s me, Sandra, from earlier. Mark is my boyfriend.”


“Haha yes, I remember you. That was only 45 minutes ago. Sorry, I didn’t initially recognize you. You look fantastic.” Samantha’s comments made Sandra blush. She seemed to do a lot of blushing lately.


“You mind if I ask you about how it’s going with Mark?” Sandra asked eagerly.


“Well I am not allowed to discuss a whole lot but things are going quite well,” Samantha said proudly.


“Ohh?”


“Yes, he is completely bound and naked now. He isn’t going anywhere. He is quite mouthy though, but he’s learning quickly.”


“Yeah, I was worried about that.” Sandra said with a hint of embarrassment.


“Meh, it was nothing Lady Claire couldn’t handle. She is one tough cookie. She has seen it all.”


“Haha. I bet!” Sandra’s face brightened.


Samantha continued on, “Oh, he did puke once.” Sandra’s face lit up with alarm. “Don’t worry about it. Happens to about one in three at some point during the first day, just not typically during orientation.” Samantha laughed a bit, “It’s actually quite common. Their frail body’s can’t quite handle the pain like us women.”


“I suppose not. So what’s next?” Sandra was fascinated.


“Well like I said, I can’t go into much. What I can say is we are on a one hour break due to the corrective actions from Lady Claire to a certain part of Mark’s anatomy during orientation. Lady Claire wanted to give Mark a break before we continued on with hygiene and training. The fact is, we need the swelling to go down a little bit before we can make a mold of Mark’s testicles for the ‘retainer’ device we send him home with at the end of the weekend.”


“Ahh, that makes sense. Is there a lot of swelling?” Sandra said, a little concerned.


“No, not bad at all. Testicles can actually take a lot. We just want them as close to their natural size as possible so the retainer can be installed with maximum effectiveness.”


“Ok, well, I will leave you to it. Thank you so much!”


“Not a problem. I will probably see you around later. Have a good one,” and with that Samantha opened up her bottle of seltzer water and headed to the other side of the parlor by the TVs.


Sandra walked back to where Tabitha was still patiently sitting and plopped down into her chair. She reached to the floor and picked up her glass of wine and took a large gulp.


“Get what you needed?” Tabitha asked thoughtfully.


“Yeah, sounds like things are going pretty alright.”


“Good.”