1 comments/ 69188 views/ 5 favorites Weekend Revelation By: Cicero6 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. - “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. “Me? Yes, I’m a top.” “If your not then you belong in a different lodge,” she said as her tone changed. “Is that some sort of punishment?” asked Carl. “No. If you’re truly a bottom then it is there where you belong. Each new arrival spends some time in that lodge to see if that is his place. You’ll learn tonight, in fact.” “What then? What if a bottom doesn’t admit to his position after that?” asked Carl. “THEN there is punishment and it aint pretty,” she replied as she turned. “We’ll know.” The men walked about looking at graphic photos and diagrams. This was all very organized. Meanwhile, at Gina’s lodge there were fewer women in there and right away she was asked if she was a top. Gina replied in the affirmative having a better idea of what the term meant. “Strip down to your underwear,” demanded Sue. Most of the other women were wearing bra and panties and a few that only wore panties. The pressure of staring eyes was too much as Gina decided to disrobe. Gina’s boobs were not very large so she either dressed without a bra or wore a camisole like she did on this particular day. She was surprised when Sue took it upon herself to lift the camisole up from behind. Gina instinctively raised her arms to allow the garment to come off. Her nipples became instantly erect as the slight chill wafted over them. Gina crossed her arms in an attempt at modesty while the other women simply stared her over. Sue still standing behind her gently pulled Gina’s arms to her side and briefly patted her tiny waist before walking back to the front. Her panties were white satin with strings connected to a full back.. Gina pulled on the fabric for more coverage and then stared at Sue with contempt. “A moment ago I asked if you were a top. I have the feeling you’re dishonest and I want you to demonstrate to me you’re not,” said Sue as she clutched a riding crop. “Why am I on the hot seat? Isn’t this to enhance our love lives?” asked Gina. “We’re cutting through the bullshit, Gina. We’re getting to know ourselves right now.” Sue turned and said something into her radio. Someone promptly replied with a ‘yes, ma’am..’ “Fuck this,” Gina yelled. “This is strange.” Sue blocked her from leaving. “Please sit down. You’re running from yourself,” said Sue. “I’m bringing in a ‘bottom’ and I want you to demonstrate to me what you really are!” Suddenly the door opened and a naked woman in a black hood was escorted in. One of the women guided her to the front of the lodge where she stood in all her glory. Gina’s stare at the woman was interrupted as she was handed a thick g-string with an attached penis. “No, I wont do this,” said Gina. “I’m a top, not a lesbian.” “It doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian. Just show us you’re dominant!” “I said no,” insisted Gina. You’ll do it or you’ll be on the receiving end!” shouted Sue. “Well, fuck you then!” barked Gina as she turned to run out the door. The bottoms’ escort was still outside the door and grabbed her in a clothesline hold. He shoved her back in the room and shut the door. The women in the room jumped on her in unison and wrestled her to the floor. Her panties were ripped off in one motion and she was held down as Sue peeled her rubber suit off. She stepped into the strap-on and approached Gina. “Why don’t you just take your rightful place as a sub and be honest with yourself? Now you must be punished for deceit. Ladies, hold her tight!” Gina was held face down on a bench with someone on her back and her head locked between another set of legs. Gina screamed as she was penetrated forcefully. “Shut up, bitch!” yelled one of the women. “You’re a sub, remember?” After less than a minute or two Sue pulled out of Gina and removed the strap-on. Gina sat silent as she continued to be held down. Sue opened a cabinet and pulled out several pairs of handcuffs and some cord. The women cleared as Sue approached. She grabbed Gina’s wrists and clicked the cuffs in place. She repeated the same to her ankles and then hooked the cord around each. A woman knowingly grabbed one cord and pulled as another did the same with the other. “Usually we punish slaves with whips in the courtyard but yours cannot wait,” said Sue. She pulled out a long whip with several cords and brought it down squarely on Gina’s back. Gina, of course, let out a scream and more whippings followed. In the end, her entire back side was covered in welts. No more than an inch separated each welt from her neck to her ankles - many of which crossing previous welts. At some point she passed out as the whipping continued. “There’s nothing I hate more than a closet sub,” seethed Sue. When she finished the women left to their respective cabins. Most of the women lodged with other women but a few lodged with men. Sue traced Gina’s curves with her fingertips then reached between her legs and held her hand over her crotch. Gina didn’t flinch. “Half of the couples that come here know their places,” said Sue to Gina. Gina laid there on her belly staring straight ahead. “They go home after the weekend. Others usually require work - like you. We wont let a sub leave with another sub. Even if that sub is your husband. “So you’re saying you wont let me leave? Is that it?” asked Gina. “Depends. Is Carl a sub?” asked Sue as she helped Gina sit upright. “How should I know?” “When was the last time you had an orgasm?” asked Sue. “What? I don’t remember.” “It was not with Carl. I bet it was only through masturbation.” Gina became very embarrassed at the direction of the conversation. “You masturbate on a daily basis, don’t you Gina? You act like you’re too busy to think about sex but you know you’re preoccupied by it, aren’t you?” Sue demanded. “Everyone thinks about sex from time to time,” Gina replied. “That’s not what I’m talking about. You fantasize about bondage and sex with other women all the time. Am I right?” “No!” said Gina. “Your recurring fantasies are similar to what you just endured! We know this.” “You know this? How can you say that?” “We’ve seen your porn collection, Gina. We know,” Sue fired back. “How? How could you know about that?” asked Gina, now in tears. “Your best friend, Kathy. She has stayed at your house before. She’s cleaned and she has snooped. She paid for this retreat and provided me with your profile.” “That bitch! What if the magazines were Carl’s?” replied Gina. “Oh, Carl has his porn. You will be surprised. But in the meantime let’s focus on you and the truth. Most people aren’t honest when it comes to sex. We have to find out by other means. You’re of an Italian-Catholic upbringing. I don’t expect you’ll volunteer your desires.” “Carl? Carl has porn? What kind of porn?” asked Gina. “Let me just say that one of you wont be leaving soon,” said Sue with a laugh. Gina tilted her head and stared at nothing in particular while she took it all in. Sue stood up and said, “You and Carl have similar fantasies except he likes the company of men. I think your marriage is one of convenience. That is shameful!” Sue walked to the cabinet as Gina caught herself watching the dom’s body in motion. Sue was nearly six feet in height and walked with a swagger. Sue turned quickly to catch Gina watching her. Sue returned with a jar of salve and began rubbing Gina’s whipped backside. Her hands were gentle as she caressed the welts with the cool, soothing ointment. Sue continued with her interrogation. “It’s okay to have submissive desires. You wont be immediately or continually punished for those feelings, Gina,” Sue advised. “I watched your response to that shriek earlier in the courtyard, remember? I saw your eyes momentarily light up and your knees bob slightly. You were aroused, correct?” “I was frightened,” replied Gina. “You were frightened that whatever that girl was enduring you might enjoy and everyone would find out,” Gina sat silent. “I already know,” said Sue. “It’s not so bad, now is it.” “I feel guilty about enjoying the idea of punishment. Then I feel I should be punished for wanting to be punished. I could be punished around the clock!” Gina said with a sigh. “You punish yourself around the clock for denying yourself. Let me decide when you should be punished,” Sue gently remarked. Gina tilted her head to the side and said, “Your hands feel good. Thank you.” Sue began to breathe heavily as she envisioned Gina as her personal slave and fuck toy. Her jellied hands eased down the small of Gina’s back and down to the abrupt curve of her big hips. She then slipped around Gina’s front side and grazed her erect nipples. Then her hands cupped Gina’s boobs completely as she breathed into Gina’s ear. She squirmed a little as her nipples were wedged between Sue’s fingers. “Ooh!,” whispered Gina. “What do you want with me should I become subservient?” she said in a barely audible voice. Sue leaned in and whispered into Gina’s ear, “I want you for my personal slave, you beautiful creature. I want you as my shadow and willing to please me at all times. All your worries in the world will go away except that desire to satisfy me.” Gina shifted in the bench and scooted her butt back toward Sue’s inner thighs. “Gina, I intend to soundly beat you on a regular basis but no punishment will be without its rewards and only I know how to satisfy you.” Gina’s cuffed hands had already found her crotch and were quietly massaging away as Sue continued to arouse her. The only sound was their heavy breathing and the handcuffs rubbing. “Is that a yes?” asked Sue. Gina immediately smiled and whispered, “Yes, master.” Sue stood up from the bench and put her open mouth over Gina’s willing mouth and indulged for a minute. Gina had only ever envisioned herself kissing a manly woman. Being a petite beauty made her think she’d only ever meet up with a butch. This was not the case as both women engaged in a long kiss. Sue suddenly remembered her place and ordered Gina on her knees. Gina quickly complied and found herself staring at Sue’s bikini line. She swallowed hard at the sight of a ringed piercing through Sue’s clitoris. Sue just stood there for a moment as Gina stared straight ahead in anticipation. Gina then looked up at Sue for her next orders. Sue looked right in Gina’s dark hazel eyes and nearly melted. Her heavily smudged mascara was too much. “You…you need a hood,” said Sue as she briskly walked toward the cabinet. Sue needed to train Gina with a heavy hand and knew it would be difficult should the two make eye contact. The hood was black rubber and fit over Gina’s head sufficiently only covering her eyes but left her mouth exposed. “It fits too tight,” observed Sue. “Once your head is shaved it will be better.” “My hair is going to be cut off?” “No, slave. Shaved off. You’re going to be completely shaven tonight,” reminded Sue. I plan on piercing your nipples, too. Is that okay? Those knobs beg for rings!” Gina smiled and licked her lips in an playful way. Sue was smitten by Gina and decided not to delay the pleasure she sought in her new willing slave. She guided Gina backward and had her sit on the floor leaning against a permanent bench. Gina stared blankly in her hood while Sue tilted her head back onto the bench seat. Sue stepped over the bench and sat straddling Gina’s head and scooted her pussy right into the slave’s mouth. Gina blindly guided her lips until Sue’s inner thighs narrowed and squeezed her head into place. Concerned she wouldn’t satisfy her new master, she instinctively serviced Sue tirelessly and was well-received. When Sue began to rock Gina brought her cuffed wrists up and rubbed her arms over Sue’s thrusting rump. Gina had now experienced a woman climax in her mouth and was at that moment assured she had made the right decision. “Fuck me again, Master, please,” Gina begged. “I want you.” Gina even sounded pathetic for her own standards at the moment but didn’t care. “In due time, slave,” Sue said as she began to put her latex suit back on. The smacking sound and squeak of the rubber on Sue’s skin as she slithered into the suit made Gina writhe and plead. “Get in the cabinet!” Gina stood up and walked toward the cabinet as Sue guided her. Once inside her bound wrists were locked in place above her head. “I’m going to the quartermaster to get your uniform. What are your measurements?” Gina wondered for a moment then responded, “I’m 34b-25-40. “Height and weight?” “I am five three and 120 pounds.” “Is that it?” Sue joked as she locked Gina inside the cabinet. “Some women will be here shortly to clean you up; to shave you as I promised earlier. Be good and they’ll reward you, if you know what I mean. The door to the lodge shut and Gina sat in darkened silence. She had plenty of time to regret her decision but did not. Then, out of nowhere, a scream filled the evening silence followed by distant laughter and cheering. She could only fantasize about that scenario except her hands were deliberately bound above her head. She thought about Carl as everything began to make sense. His trips to Vancouver, BC had always made her wonder about his endeavors. She had worried because once she herself nearly accepted another woman’s invite for a weekend in Victoria. The woman was a guest speaker during her graduate studies who spelled out her romantic interest in Gina. That was not the first time a woman propositioned her in spite of her wedding ring. Weekend Revelation Within the hour a group of women showed up and pulled Gina from her confines and put her in a chair. The hand and ankle cuffs were removed along with her hood. Her eyes adjusted to the light as the same women in panties stood and prepared to cut her hair. A topless woman took control and began cutting off Gina’s brunette locks. She pulled her shoulder length hair into a tight ponytail above her and swiftly cut it off. The crunching sound of the sharp scissors caused the women to giggle at Gina’s expense. The woman held the tuft of hair under Gina’s nose momentarily before tossing it to the floor. While straddling her legs, the woman leaned over to grab at another handful of hair and rubbed her boobs in Gina’s face. Instead of becoming upset or defensive Gina made a conscious effort to enjoy her ordeal and playfully nuzzled the nipples in front of her. This assault would never happen in the real world so she just enjoyed it. “Congratulations, slut. We hear your Sue’s newest whore,” one woman said with a hint of jealousy in her voice. “Yep,” Gina responded, not used to being called names. “Yep, what?” demanded the woman with scissors. “Yes, I’m a whore and a slut. Is that what you want me to say?” “Not unless you mean it, bitch. You’re gonna be ridden hard and put away wet from now on. You’d better be sure. The conversation was interrupted by the click of the electric shears. Gina looked quickly at the blades as her head was held in place. Another woman said, “Get on your knees!” as she grabbed Gina by the ears and directed her out of the chair. Within two minutes her hair was gone including her eyebrows. One woman circled the women with a video camera documenting the entire session. “Stand up, slut,” a quiet voice said. Gina stood up wondering how she’d gone from a respectable associate biology professor to a lowly sex slave over night - willingly no less. The woman sounded nice but was holding a razor in one hand and a palm full of shave cream in the other. “Put your leg up on the chair and hold still,” the girl demanded as the electric shears began removing her pubic hair. The vibrating blades tickled her genitalia but stopped moments before she lost control. The girl with the razor and cream blew the excess hair from her crotch and proceeded to slathered Gina’s pussy with foam. Gina nearly buckled as the cool cream soothed her heat. “I said hold still, bitch!” she barked. The woman had no inhibitions about shaving Gina’s pubic hair. She pulled on the folds of Gina’s labia to get her clean. Again, Gina bit her lip as the woman rubbed her pussy clean with a wet cloth. “On your knees again, slave!” “This is sort of like church!” Gina said with a smile. “Tomorrow you’ll be pierced and collared, unlike church,” said one woman as she removed her bra. The woman’s nipples were pierced and adorned with rings. She moved in for Gina’s closer inspection and proceeded to rub the rings over her nose. Gina flicked the ring with her tongue as someone began rolling her own nipples between their fingertips. “Well, have I been a good slave?” Gina asked breathlessly. “You’ve been good. And bad,” said one woman. “Punish me anyway,” responded Gina. She felt extremely naughty and her request was answered by the women pulling out of a bag two strap-on dildos. One was a well endowed cock and the other was a thin, finger-like probe with ridges. One of the women behind her began rubbing her crotch against the newly shorn stubble as the pierced woman tugged her panties aside to show Gina her assorted pussy rings. Gina instinctively began to service the ringed pussy and found herself sandwiched between the two women as they locked in a kiss. The lust in the room was escalating as the remaining women became involved and grabbed Gina. For some reason her wrists were once again bound with the handcuffs as she was carried over to a couch. Her cuffs were bound with cord and held in place. She was first penetrated by the big dildo. The pounding she received from behind lasted much longer than a man since there was no climax. But Gina wasn’t accustomed to quick orgasm with a penis anyway. After that was pulled out the women began to slather her buttocks with oil an ease their manicured fingertips into her anus. “No. I’m not used to that!” she cried, but the women continued. “Well, get used to it ,bitch. This is a warm up,” said a girl wearing the slender dildo. Soon the girl worked her way around Gina and slowly drove the narrow shaft into her stretched anus. “OH! …OUCH!” Gina bellowed. The woman holding her arms in place let go momentarily and worked her panties down her thighs and off. She wadded them up and stuffed them in Gina’s mouth to squelch the noise. After an hour of constant fucking and repeat orgasms, she was returned to the closet to wait for Sue. - Carl was wondering what had happened to his wife and what was in store for himself when Dutch approached him outside. Dutch was a large man with a gun in a holster beneath his armpit and a couple large knives in sheaths strapped to his body. “You’re to be at lodge ‘A’ in ten minutes,” he said to Carl. “Are you the security guard of this place or something?” “Something like that,” Dutch replied with a half smirk. “I’m kind of cold. Do you know where I can find my clothes or at least my coat?” Carl asked. “Your clothes will be returned before you leave. You can request overalls tomorrow depending on how well tonight goes.” “What is with this meeting tonight? What’s going to happen?” Carl insisted. “Just be there, man,” said Dutch as he walked away from Carl. Carl decided to go to lodge ‘A’ a little early to warm up. A burly man standing outside of the windowless lodge opened the door for him. Inside there was a large chain link wall surrounding a matted ring. Next to it were a couple dozen seats and a padded section. Carl began to see where all of this was going as men and women poured into the lodge. Most of the men were ones from the previous meeting but there were others without even a thong. Their heads were covered with hoods as some of the burly clothed men escorted them up front. The men and women took their seats as Carl quickly joined them. He noticed Sue enter the room with Dutch and both scanned the dimly lit lodge. Sue’s eyes stopped on Carl and she pointed her finger towards him. Both began to make their way over to speak with him. “How are you doing, Carl?” they asked as the two sat down. “Fine,” he replied nervously. Then the woman from the previous class addressed the group. She demanded one of the hooded men to get inside the cage which he did. “All of you are going to witness the truth tonight as some of you did last week and the week before. We have two new arrivals that posture themselves as dominant members of society. Tonight they’re going to demonstrate their position with known subs in the ring of truth.” Carl looked around in panic as the other man volunteered. He watched the man climb through the narrow gate of the ring and quickly approach the hooded man. Both began a violent wrestling match with the hooded man clearly at a disadvantage. He was wrestled to the floor but effectively scrambled out from under his opponent. His arms were swinging blindly as the aggressor wrestled him into the corner and down on his knees. Soon the masked man was on his back and held until he appeared to be out of breath. Carl watched in shock as the man on top repositioned himself with a raging hard-on peeking from his thong. The hooded man was then flipped over on his face with little resistance. The man on top held up an open palm as a squirt bottle was tossed to him. With a hard squeeze the slaves backside was covered with a viscous oil. The next five minutes was surreal as one man pumped his cock in and out of the other’s ass hole. Carl crossed his legs after realizing more than one person was watching him. There was a man to his right shamelessly beating off at the sight of this performance. Carl’s face was flush with embarrassment as the two men’s struggle came to a climactic end. He knew that in a few minutes someone would be enjoying his performance no matter who was winning. The sub was helped out of the ring as the audience sat motionless. “Good, good,” the woman instructor announced. “Will our newest arrival please enter the ring?” Carl was cajoled into the ring as another masked man was already pushed in there. Both men stood meekly facing each other. Carl stared at the audience for input while the hooded man stared in his general direction wondering about the first move. “GET HIM!” people screamed from the audience. They didn’t discern who to get but Carl took one step forward as the hooded man grabbed his arm. Carl was driven to the ground in the surprise move. The next minute was a struggle that nearly depleted Carl of his energy and just enough to get away from this now aggressor. Carl and everyone else could see the erection the slave was sporting and how the tables had turned. Carl was still flaccid as he ran to a corner and slammed into the fencing. The hooded slave heard the noise and lunged at Carl. He grappled for Carl’s leg as he attempted to escape. Carl stumbled hard on the mat and the slave was on top of him. Carl was losing the battle as he struggles for the next few minutes to at least get upright but to no avail. He laid flat and defeated as his legs were forcefully spread out. The slave was extremely fit and had great stamina. Carl clenched his butt cheeks hard but was fatigued and was most likely going to be injured in the resistance. Then, in a move that surprised everyone, Carl pulled his knees up and underneath him and submitted himself to the slave. Carl’s left ear was pressed to the mat as he watched the audience in humiliation. Two men in the front row were openly beating off. The painful truth had surfaced now as he submitted. The slave had even let up with the offensive moves knowing his opponent required no more controlling. Carl remained bent over as the slave walked away to retrieve the penetration oil. Carl knew that any more resistance would result in a severe beating. The sensation of oil soaking his back end and dripping down his scrotum let him know what to expect next. The wrestling match was long over. The secret fantasies he’d hidden for years were being realized as another man’s penis forcefully descended into his bowels. He screamed like a girl but offered no sign of a fight. Carl focused through his tear-filled eyes on his wife who sat in the audience. He hadn’t recognized her without hair but knew everything had changed. The slave brutally pounded him until the end and pulled out. Someone came in with handcuffs and escorted the slave out of the ring as Carl struggled to his feet. His own cock was now rigid and hanging out the side of the thong. “Again, are you a top or bottom?” the instructor yelled. “I am a bottom.” “Louder - so everyone knows!” “I am a submissive!” Carl informed the audience. “Give me the thong!” the instructor demanded. “Slaves don’t wear those!” Carl readily removed it as a latex hood was stretched over his head. He didn’t resist. “Well, everyone,” the instructor announced, “That came as no surprise but it should be a lesson to you that a slave must be controlled at all times!” Carl had one hand around his nuts and the other clutching his cock. A man pried them off as handcuffs were placed around his wrists and a leash was snapped around a ring on his hood. He was led stark naked and still oily out of the lodge as Gina watched in awe. Sue approached Gina. “What are you thinking, slave?” “What if he simply lost the match?” Gina asked. “No, he won,” Sue said. “How? He was just beaten and raped!” “Gina, he lost the battle but won the war.” Gina stared at the door and then had to ask, “Where will he go now?” “He’ll be given the option to stay or leave. I’m betting he’ll stay.” “Really?” Gina said. “After all that?” “Yes. At least for awhile.” “I still love him. Will he be given an option to leave? I chose to remain here but I don’t want him here unless he chooses so,” said Gina. Sue put her arm around Gina and said, “Truthfully, no one is here against their will. Everyone here opts for this lifestyle. Carl is in the main lodge over there and is being given the option of leaving or staying. He has no idea whether or not you will be going with him. If he walks out of the lodge by himself with his bag, he’s clearly ready to go. If he’s still naked you can deduce that he’s submitted to a dominant.” Sue sat down while Gina kneeled next to her outside and watched the main lodge in the distance. Five minutes later Carl walked outside of the lodge the same as he went in. “Oh, my god. You’re right,” said Gina. “He’s here to stay.” A shirtless man clad in pvc pants grabbed the leash and escorted Carl to an adjacent cabin and the two went inside. Four men wearing only thongs soon followed and the door closed. Would you like to watch, Gina? I think you should,” asked Sue. “No. This is too much for me. Not now, master.” “Okay, but I need to speak briefly to a gentleman in there,” Sue said. The two walked over to the cabin and Sue let herself in. Gina remained at a distance but watched closely before Sue closed the door. In an instant she could see Carl on his knees with his hands cuffed behind him. His new master was standing next to him with his cock hanging out of unzipped pants. The other men appeared to be waiting in lustful anticipation. When Sue finally opened the door to leave, a man had taken his place at Carl’s lips as the master furiously pumped away from behind. Sue picked up Gina’s leash and led her to the master’s quarters where in the corner was a large television. Sue placed a cassette in the player and then closed the blinds. The two watched coverage of Gina from the moment she arrived, including her stripping, whipping and shaving. Both women were masturbating five minutes into the presentation. When the video ended, Sue made Gina stand at the end of the bed as she examined her body again. “Wow. Don’t those nipples ever tire?” asked Sue in disbelief. Gina’s nipples were always erect. “They’re getting sore, master.” “They don’t know what sore is. Wait here a minute.” Sue grabbed a set of alligator clamps and slowly released them on Gina’s nipples. She gritted her teeth and looked toward the ceiling in an attempt to endure the agony. “The pain wont go away, will it?” Sue smiled. “Do you need a gag, my slave?” “Yes, please. Now, master!” Gina insisted. Sue stuffed a wet washcloth in Gina’s mouth and guided her to the edge of the bed. Sue bent her slave over and began to service her pussy from behind with her tongue. Gina came within minutes and reciprocated for Sue. The two fell asleep for the night. - Early the next morning Gina woke up lying next to Sue then decided to go get coffee or tea as she usually did. She picked up Sue’s panties and coat from the floor and put them on. As Gina walked around she saw that only a few people were up and about. A man in coveralls was smoking outside of Carl’s cabin. When she got to the main lodge a woman accosted her and grilled her about why she was unaccompanied. “I’m just out for my morning coffee,” Gina said with a smile. *!!SLAP!!* The woman gave her a hard slap across the face. *!!SLAP!!* The woman repeated with her other hand. “Listen you yuppie cunt! Things are different now that you’re a slave. Your first concern is pleasing your master. This isn’t a college crush. You are her slave. Slaves are shit and you’ll be treated accordingly,” the woman seethed. “I…I understand,” Gina replied. In spite of Gina’s response the woman stuck a stun-gun to her side and jolted Gina to a heap on the ground. Without a word, Dutch approached the two women and pulled the coat off and handcuffed Gina. He carried her to the courtyard and cuffed her to a post. He pulled out a knife and cut her panties and then yanked them from between her legs. He unsnapped his leather pants and grabbed hold of his cock. Gina watched in apprehension as he pulled on her legs and flipped her facing the wooden pole. He proceeded to rape her in the upright position outside in the morning sun. She didn’t make a sound as Dutch finished and walked away. Twenty minutes passed and most of the camp was awake. To Gina’s shock a line of men began to form as nearly two dozen took turns raping her. Soon, only a few others gathered around and waited for Sue to deal with her. Sue appeared looking half awake and holding a steaming cup. She got to within ten feet of Gina and tossed the hot coffee on the woman with the stun-gun. “Don’t you ever touch my slave again!” Gina gasped while Sue uncoiled the whip that she had tied to her thigh. The first blow of the whip struck Gina across her front of her thighs. “How do I know you weren’t running away, Bitch?” “I…I DIDN’T!” she screamed. Sue ferociously landed several more lashes down on Gina’s body. “Don’t you leave me!” Sue yelled with tears in her eyes. “I wont leave you, master!” Gina insisted. Sue dropped the whip and released Gina from the post. As she pulled Gina towards her she whispered a tearful, “Please don’t leave me” into her ear. People watched Sue in an uncharacteristic move as she kissed Gina passionately. One of those watching was Carl. He looked out his cabin window with a freshly shaven head and gave a slight wave as Gina glanced over at him. Sue escorted Gina to her quarters for a discussion. Gina was handed her 501s and the camisole and asked to put them on. She was tearful as she tugged her faded pant legs up each thigh and over her hips. “Why?” asked Gina as she buttoned the pants “I have fallen for my slave and everyone knows it. I cannot stay in this camp now that I’ve lost my status. I no longer trust Dutch either,” Sue explained. “I’m in love with you.” “You can come to Port Angeles and live with me, master,” Gina pleaded. “You’re entitled to all my possessions, just be with me.” I don’t want your stuff, Gina. But thank you.” Gina remained topless as she tucked her top through a belt loop. “You can live with me and I’ll be your slave, Sue.” “That wont work. I want to live with you but things are different outside of here. You are my equal but I promise to train you as I originally intended.” Gina smiled and threw her arms around Sue’s neck. By that afternoon, Sue’s personal effects were packed and the two were ready to leave. Carl had been made aware of this and wrote a personal statement to Gina that she was given in the main lodge. It read: Dearest Gina, I think were both aware that while I still love and respect you, it is in my best and lifelong interest that I remain here in servitude. Please settle my affairs and release me from any and all obligations. My new master will be in touch. Love, Carl. Gina cried at the content of the letter but also the fact that it was an opportune release from her unsatisfactory lifestyle. The ruse had ended for the two as the weekend came to a close. Gina had no idea the weekend would end the way it did. As she drove up the coast there was little conversation and soon the sound of Sue’s heavy breathing replaced any awkwardness. Sue had fallen asleep against the passenger door window. A truck in the passing lane caught a good glimpse of her breasts as it went by which served as a reminder it was back to reality. Gina turned onto her street with her new companion and for the first time felt strange about the way she might be viewed by everyone. She pulled in the garage and shut off the engine. Sue’s mini-skirt had inched up her long legs and Gina sat admiring them. Soon she woke up her new master and walked her into the bedroom. Sue was still asleep for the most part so Gina guided her onto the bed, removed her shoes, skirt and coat and pulled the sheet over. Then she pulled the sheet off to admire Sue’s beauty once more. Gina shimmied out of her jeans and caught her own reflection in a mirror. A shaved head and pussy. The lash marks and a collar around her neck.. Everything was right with the world. Weekend Revelation L8xluvr