****** Tracy's Place, the Retreat by Jennistoy ******
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Tracy's Place, the Retreat


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Chapter 3

I awoke the next morning to the birds singing and light streaming into the
bedroom. The girls looked tired and not well rested at all. I chuckled when I
saw the towels underneath them. There were spots under each girl, their clits
and lips were swollen and the two of them looked very frustrated and exhausted.
I released Maria and sent her to take a quick shower in the bathroom on the
floor below. When she returned I sent Catrina to do the same. Once she was done
they both appeared in font me, heads down, with their faces downcast and
miserable.

I watched them for a couple of seconds before telling them I wanted them to go
down to the dungeon and I would be down shortly. They dragged themselves slowly
down the stairs, being sure to keep their legs far apart and keeping their
distance from each other. I strolled downstairs after them and made my way to
the kitchen, making only one wrong turn before getting there. I ground coffee,
started it brewing and called my best friend in the whole world.

"Lisa, You have to come up here! This house is beautiful. It has so much room;
the only drawback is it is so far away from the city. I would love to open a
BDSM house but I don't know if I can get the clients to come out here."

"Tracy, you are a Domme, you tell them where to be and they are there."

"But I want to go beyond the submissives that I beat for payment, I want to go
to a whole new level of service. I want to offer vacations where you can
submerse yourself into the lifestyle and truly serve either the Dom/me of your
choice or one of the Dom/mes here on staff."

"You don't have any Dom/mes on staff."

"But see I could. I could hire two or three to start with, build them a house
to live in and they could abuse the guests here. Or if you had a Dom/me and
their submissive, they could stay in the house. What do you think?"

"This sounds like a good way to ruin your business and spend a whole lot of
money."

"I have it to spend, that is no longer a problem. Come on Lisa, what do you
think?"

"Well it has potential. You could start small and go from there."

I sighed; Lisa was so conservative when it came to money. She saved and
scrimped and spent only what she had to so she could be successful. I was
pretty sure if I went into her home I could look around and find money
squirreled away in various cookie jars and under mattresses. She made no secret
that she didn't like banks and wouldn't deal with them if she didn't have to.

"Lisa, if I offered you a job, lets say on the weekends, would you take it?"

"Tracy, I love you, but no. I have no interest in going out to the country to
rusticate. I want to be seen at the clubs and I want to dance with all the
interesting people."

I nodded as she spoke. I understood what she was saying, but I wasn't sure I
wanted to give up on my idea just yet. I hung up the phone with her after
getting her reassurance that she would come visit me soon and that she would
take any clients that had to have their fix. I dialed the number for our local
BDSM rag and placed an ad. It read

"Domme seeks same to run a BDSM retreat. Looking for 5+ yrs. exp. Reply to box
9369."

I hoped that would be enough to catch someone's eye. If I was going to have to
compensate for someone losing his or her business I was going to have to pay
well. I also thought about how hard it would be to go from your own set hours
and times to someone else's. That was gonna cost me more.

I got out my phone book and started calling the clients I had scheduled. I told
them I had been called away from town but was at my home around 50 miles away
from the city and I gave them the option of re-scheduling with me, coming out
to the country or scheduling with Lisa. Surprisingly, most chose to either
reschedule with me at a later time or voted to come out and play in the fully
stocked dungeon. There were only a few I needed to give Lisa's number to. When
I was finished I was shocked to find that almost two hours had passed.

I sipped my coffee, tightened my robe and headed downstairs with a full carafe
full of coffee. When I strolled into the room, Lisa and Maria were both
kneeling on the floor, in front of the fire, sound asleep on the rug. I shook
my head, thinking that I should have never left them that long. I had known
they were tired, but it never occurred to me that they would fall asleep. I
walked over to the wall and pulled two paddles off of the wall. After setting
down my coffee I proceeded to paddle both of them into awareness. Catrina burst
into tears almost immediately. I grabbed her by her hair and walked her over to
a chair. She crawled over my lap presenting me with her round ass. I proceeded
to spank her till her buttocks glowed a dark red and she was squirming almost
continuously. Her sobs rang through out the room, only to be absorbed in the
walls. When her cries turned to screams, I released her and had her go lean
over the stocks.

I looked at Maria and told her to go eat Catrina out. Maria rushed over to her
and began slowly by kissing and nipping the inside of her thighs. Then with her
tongue, she split open Catrina's lips, running her tongue over her clit,
rubbing it, slowly dragging it up and into her snatch. She pushed her tongue
inside, fucking Catrina's cunt, rubbing her chin on Catrina's clit. It didn't
take long before Catrina came and screamed out her pleasure.

I then had Catrina do the same for Maria. She dived in and started gnawing on
Maria's clit. Her lips and tongue abused that tender flesh, pulling it through
her lips, biting gently with her teeth. Maria came screaming.

I knew that the two of them would not be easily sated so I strapped the both of
them into harnesses. Each had a dildo inside her ass and pussy, as well as a
vibe, which clipped to their clits. I then bound the girls facing each other
over the horse, added gags and sat down in front of the television. I flicked
through the movies listed and noticed several with BDSM titles. I popped one in
and watched it while I worked on ad that I wanted to put up at the club as well
as in the paper. The girls could see the television from where they were bound
and when I glanced over at them, they were both grinding the dildos inside them
with their eyes glued to the set.

While I worked on my ad, I watched the movie from time to time. Maria was
totally engrossed in the scene that was going on. There was a Domme who had a
femme in the stocks. The Domme was in the process of fisting the young lady. I
watched Maria covertly, watching how her nipples seemed to get even harder.
When the Domme's hand slipped inside the girl's ass, Maria moaned and started
to ride her dildos even more.

I walked over to where Maria sat on the horse, unbound her and had her kneel in
front of the faucets. I took a nozzle turned it on and waited till it was warm.
Then I inserted it inside her, letting it fill her with water. I watched the
water level and stopped it when it reached her limit. I allowed her to go to
the rest room and release her bowels and come back. She knelt again and I
filled her again, watching as her belly rounded out as though she was pregnant.
I popped a butt plug in her and had her kneel, legs apart. Maria had tears
coming down her cheeks, but she uttered not a whimper. I knew the cramps were
killing her, but she never flinched until I reached over and started to move
her plug with my foot.

I released her to the bathroom again. When she came out this time, she was
trembling from head to foot. I motioned her over to the couch had her kneel on
the cushions and proceeded to lube her ass and my hand. I pushed a ton of lube
into her. Her pussy immediately flooded with juice and I pulled her clit for
good measure. I started slowly, first inserting first one finger, then two and
then three before meeting with any resistance. I worked and teased her rim,
relaxing the muscles then added four fingers. Maria's eyes were closed and she
was moaning while rocking back and forth on my hand. Soon my entire hand was in
her. Slowly I made a fist and started moving it inside her. She was moving
around whimpering and moaning. I reached out to pinch and twist her clit. She
cried out and started to move her body against my hand. She was moving away
from me almost far enough to pull my hand out and then would slide towards me
enough to put my arm into her, halfway up to my elbow. Finally she came and her
juice dripped down her legs. I withdrew my hand from her gaping ass and she
collapsed onto the floor with her legs apart, her body racked by shudders. I
smiled down at her and left her on the floor while I went and cleaned up.

When I came out I got two double-ended dildos and pulled Catrina off of the
horse. I stripped her of her harness and forced her on her hands and knees. I
then put Maria in the same position, but with her ass to Catrina's ass. I
inserted both the dildos into Maria, then backed her up into Catrina. Then I
bound their thighs together, leaving them enough room to back away from each
other about three inches. I bound their arms to the leg cuffs so they could not
stand, but could still move around some by working together. The girls amused
themselves by using what little slack they had to move the dildos into each
other.

I continued to work on my ad, frustrated with how it was going together. I was
not happy with the results and I figured I was going to have to hire an agency
to put it together. I would look around in the BDSM community in the local area
first; I always tried to keep my friends in business.

I released the girls and set them to straightening up the dungeon and the rest
of the house and looking into some brunch while I explored some more. I
wandered out to the garage, shivering in the morning breeze. Inside was parking
for four cars as well as a fully stocked workshop. I started to wander around
and realized that there were tools for woodworking and leather working as well
as a pottery wheel and small oven. I wandered around and in the pull out
drawers there were many different colors of leather. What appeared to be sheets
and sheets of it. I ran my hand over a rainbow of colors, textures and
thickness'.

I turned to the leather tools and ran my hands over punches, wheels and various
other tools. I stroked the cold hard metal, comparing how it felt to my
fingertips after the soft supple leather. The corner of the garage caught my
eye and I strolled over to it. In a big barrel were various lengths of copper
tubing, wooden dowels, long handled paint stirrers and various nuts and bolts.

On a pegboard, on the wall, hung drills, screwdrivers, saws and blades as well
as batteries and chargers. Each had their place and was outlined in paint on
the pegboard. I smiled to myself, thinking that I wasn't that anal. Each tool
was engraved with a number along with the matching battery and charger. I shook
my head, it made things easier, but jeez it looked paranoid.

I found several boxes of clay along with paints and glazes. The oven would hold
quite a bit and was bigger on inspection than I first thought. I wandered
around the little area and ran my fingertip over the table; it was clean as a
whistle. I went back to the leather, chose two pieces, a knife and a straight
edge. I started back to the house with the leather over my shoulder whistling
mindlessly. I dropped them on the counter in the kitchen and strolled upstairs
to find something to wear. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tight tanktop. I
strolled back down stairs and sat by the pool. I needed to find a surface to
cut on so I wandered back into the garage and whistling again, and found a
sheet of plywood. I settled down by the edge of the pool. I was busy cutting
strips, out of the leather, muttering under my breath when Maria brought out
some brunch, although by my watch, it was past noon. I barely noticed that she
was naked and that she seemed to linger by my side.

A few minutes after three, she tapped me on my shoulder,

"Mistress, your appointment will be here soon." I looked up confused and then
back down at the strips that surrounded me. I was almost done, but I gathered
up my stuff, picking up the little extra pieces with my toes and hobbled into
the house.

"Maria, who is it? Who is my appointment with?"

"Mr. Monahan."

I pulled up short, "Seriously? Damn." She nodded and smiled at me, knowing my
thoughts. Mr. Monahan was a short, dumpy man with not a hair on his head or his
body. He was strictly a whipping post. He would come in naked under his trench
coat, fall to the floor and crawl to my feet. He never wanted to be spoken to;
just kicked into the direction I wanted him. I would place him in the stocks
and basically whip him for an hour. I got a great workout of it and he left
smiling. He always came on the same day, at the same time so I am sure he was
inconvenienced by the long drive. I dressed in a leather cat suit fashioned
after Pinhead's outfit in hell raiser. There were wide slash marks in the
leather on my ribs and stomach. The top had no sleeves or straps; I kept it up
with will power. I added calf high boots and braided my hair with black leather
to keep it out of my eyes. I quickly threw on some makeup, accenting my eyes in
black.

When he arrived at my door, right on time, I was already downstairs in the
dungeon, writing at the desk in the corner of my room. As usual he was naked,
as he was lead in. Clutched in his mouth was a wad of bills, which he presented
to me. I took it from him, counted it slowly and then went back to my books.
Catrina had accompanied him downstairs and she stood by waiting for orders. I
pointed to the stocks and she drove him over there with a crop. Once there she
clipped him in and settled next to the stocks on her knees, waiting for her
next command.

I tossed down the money and walked over to him.

"You are here of your own free will?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Why do you submit to the whip?"

"I crave its bitter kiss Mistress. I need the reminder through out my life and
dealings that I am but a vessel for pain."

"Then kiss the instrument of your pain." I held the whip before his lips and he
kissed it passionately, his chubby lips pressing against the leather. Inside I
shuddered. There was something about this man that caused revulsion to flow
through me. I didn't think it was his flabby white skin, or the way he always
seemed, well, moist. I wasn't quite sure what it was, I only knew that he
seemed to have that effect on most people.

I strode to the other side of him and started warming up. The cat flew over his
skin, sounding like soft thuds. The steady rhythm worked its way over his
backside. I could see him visibly relax in the stocks. He always seemed tense
until the beating began.

I worked my way over his back and shoulders, down his ass, back of his thighs
finally to wind up at his calves and ankles. When he was a nice cherry red, I
switched floggers to a braided cat with small stingers at the end of each
strand. Each stinger was a stud that was pushed through the leather. I slowly
started working it over his calves. He cried out as the cat caressed his skin.
The studs left red welts as they connected with his pasty white flesh.

I continued to run the cat over his body till he was covered with red welts and
lines from his shoulders to his ankles. He moaned and moved his body into the
cat. When he was sufficiently striped, I switched to a wide paddle with studs.
I thoroughly worked over his ass. He was turning a dark shade of red with white
stripes and small stud marks. By now tears were flowing copiously down his
face, he was sobbing, but he didn't utter his safeword. Besides, we had been
here many times before; this was not new territory.

I brought out the cane; this was a very tricky thing I was about to do. He
craved the welts from the cane as well, but I hesitated doing it on skin that
had been abused as much as his was. I instead directed Catrina to get a
footstool for him to kneel on. I brought the cane down on his feet. He screamed
as the pain flooded over him. I lashed him five times with it. That would leave
a lingering pain in his feet for the next week or so. As he knelt on the little
stool, sobbing.

I backed off a bit and glanced down at my watch. I had ripped through his
session today and there was still 20 minutes of it left. I rolled my eyes; Poor
Mr. Monahan was just not what I wanted to be doing today. He probably suffered
more today, but is seemed to me that he was bruising easier than normal.

Something clicked in my, "slow to fathom", brain and grabbed his hair,
flinching mentally at the contact.

"What did you take?" He sobbed I repeated the question, slamming his head
against the stocks. "What the fuck did you take you little worm?" He sobbed
harder and I slammed him again.

"Aspirin, I took aspirin."

"You know you are supposed to tell me, I haven't done my job correctly and beat
you the way you need to be because you bruised up on me so quickly. Get the
fuck out" I flicked open the stocks and drove him out by lashing at him lightly
with the cane. He scrambled up the stairs and dove past his coat grabbing it in
his teeth.

I slammed the door, and leaned against it. I sighed and looked down at my
hands. Slowly lifting myself from the door, I went into the kitchen and washed
my hands. The subconscious feeling from the man slowly disintegrated as I
soaped and scrubbed my hands. I knew that in the morning I would get a call on
the answering system with Mr. Monahan crying and pleading. This was all part of
the session. Although this time I was angry with him, I would allow him back in
a couple of weeks. He would whine and bitch because the bruising would not last
and he would not be as sore, but that was because he took aspirin. He could
live with that.

I went upstairs and peeled off the cat suit and gave it to Maria to handle. She
slipped silently out of the way while I collapsed on my bed naked. I lay there,
wondering what else was going to happen to me today. The door to my room opened
and Lee strode into the in.

"Woman! Get your ass up. You have company and more on the way!" My hand moved
up in the universal sign of irritation and he slapped at it while plopping down
on the bed next to me. "The whole social club is coming to visit you "Miss
Scarlet" and to stay for the weekend. You are soon to be host to 25 Dom/mes and
their subs."

I sat up and stared down at him.

"You're kidding right? Lee." I grabbed his shirt, "You are kidding right? I am
not about to be swamped. To have my house overrun with NO NOTICE?"

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