****** Tracy's Place... The Retreat by Jennistoy ******
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Tracy's Place... The Retreat


This story is intended for adult readers with an interest in BDSM. If you are
not interested in this or may be offended, please do not read this. I welcome
any and all comments. Please write me at Jennisemail@cs.com or you can reach me
on IM under Jennistoy.


Chapter 1

I looked around my office, the warm tones reflected against the soft walls. The
rich cherry wood glowed from it's recent polishing. My desk almost seemed to
have an inner fire. The plush carpeting is a dark gray blue, keeping my nerves
from clashing just by looking down. I started thinking back, to just a few
years ago, nine to be exact, to when I first laid eyes on the old house and the
surrounding grounds.

I was 21, had been out on my own as a practicing Domme for two years and was
really making a go of it. My townhouse was my own, I had two live-in subs that
slept at the foot of my bed, I had a good-sized nest egg in my savings account
and life looked good. I liked living in the city, the hustle and bustle that
seethed right outside my door. I could stand at my bedroom window above the
street and watch the traffic and mass of humanity surge past my door.

I was an only child, when my parents had passed away when I was 18; their
insurance allowed me to complete school rapidly and not worry about working my
way through it. My only living relative was my older, slightly eccentric Aunt
Willi.She married rich, her husband died young and according to my mother it
was under unusual circumstances. Anyway, she got all of his money and took off
to travel. She never had children, never had pets just seemed to lap the world
stopping off in different countries and flitting from town to town. I had seen
her exactly 5 times in my life, the last being at my high school graduation a
few years before.

She was a strange old bat, all bright eyes in a wrinkly face, small, hunched
and constantly moving. I was amazed at her stamina when I saw her. We went
shopping for what she called "real clothes," items that were classic and would
look as good on me and still be in taste in 30 years. She bought jewelry,
clothing, shoes, perfume, and anything else that caught her eye. I had a
whirlwind day that day and was still reeling when she kissed me on the cheek
and left in a cloud of expensive, over-applied perfume. The memory still brings
a smile to my lips after all these years.

The day the lawyer came, I was lying on the couch watching Star Trek. I realize
this is a strange obsession, but we all have our weaknesses. (Mine is Spock, oh
to have that one begging to cum...) Anyway, my doorbell rang and Catrinarina
answered the door.She spoke quietly to someone, took his card and brought it
in, holding it out for me to inspect. I glanced up, read it and snatched it
from her hand. I waved her away and went to the door myself.

I was met by the oddest looking little man I had ever seen. He was dressed in
tweed from a tweed hat to what appeared to be tweed shoes. He was carrying a
tweed umbrella, and I snuck a peek upward to the crystal blue sky. He was even
shorter than I am, which I considered to be a feat because I am only 5'4." His
round head appeared not to have a scrap of hair on it, and gleamed in the sun.
The temptation to shade my eyes nearly overcame me. Not to be conceited, but
men often stop and watch me walk by, women too. I may be small, but I am
perfectly formed.He never even showed a moment's hesitation or admiration. I
remembered thinking that he would be great to play poker with.

I opened the door for him, feeling a passing wave of irritation at Catrinarina
for leaving the poor man out on the steps. He entered, moved his hat to under
his arm, and handed me an envelope. He marched over to the couch, and sat down
on the very edge. I strolled over to my chair and tucked my legs underneath it.
His eyes riveted on the envelope and never went anywhere else.

"What is this," I asked.

"Your aunt was killed in an autobahn accident three weeks ago." I started to
protest, but he held up his hand and I quieted back down. "She left specific
instructions as to what she wanted done. No member of her family or her friends
was to be notified until after the burial and after you had been notified of
her death. You get everything. Her holdings are listed, in the letter you hold
in front of you, as well as a personal letter from Wilimenia." Wilimenia I
thought, God, how horrible, the little man continued on. "Your aunt was a royal
pain in my ass, but I loved her dearly." I looked up shocked, but he carried
on. "She was a petulant, spoiled, irritating woman. Please see that you put her
money to better use than she did." He stood up abruptly, slapped that funny
little hat on his head and said,

"Please read the letter, and contact my office if you have any questions. I
will be at your beck and call until this whole matter is settled. I'll show
myself out." With that he turned on his heel and marched out the door. I sat in
my chair for a few minutes, willing myself to feel. The strange thing is that I
felt nothing at my aunt's death, except a bit of sorrow for not having known
her better. I waited for tears that never came and flipped the envelope over
and over in my hands.

Catrinarina came in, her long blond hair trailing over the carpet as she came
to me. She sat back on her heels, her eyes down as I had trained her. Her hands
rested on her thighs; her long nails glinted in the afternoon sun. I reached
out and stroked her head as I looked at the letter. She inched closer to me,
rested her chin on the arm of the chair.

"What is it Ma'am?"

"A letter, my aunt died, and that man was her lawyer apparently. This envelope
contains our future I think."

She contemplated it but did not move from her position. Then she looked up at
me and said,

"I'm sorry for your loss Mistress."

I smiled at her absently, slowly slid my finger in the envelope and opened it.
Inside was a thick packet of papers. The top one was from the lawyer's office
on thick heavy cream colored paper. It was the typical route along with another
invitation to contact them if I had any questions. I laid it on the other arm
and scanned the list of investment holdings my aunt had left. The names were
extensive as well as impressive. My aunt apparently believed in spreading her
money around and did so with great abandon. She had shares of Apple, IBM,
PacBell, Microsoft, Xerox, Disney, Columbia Pictures etc. It seemed she had
gotten in on the ground floor of everything worth a damn and just held on to
what she had. I was impressed with the number of holdings as well as the
quality of them all. The list alone was close to 30 pages long. There were no
totals on the pages, only amounts of shares, dates they were bought and what
the price was when she bought them.

The next page was list of the real estate she owned. It was much shorter. It
listed a house and 50 acres outside of the city in the forested area that was
protected land now. A house I thought, wow, I didn't know she owned a house.

The next page was her total net worth. I read the figure four times before I
dropped the page. I couldn't comprehend the amount that was listed there. I had
a hard time with numbers, but the money listed there was astounding.

The last page was a simple handwritten letter from my aunt. It read very
simply,

Dear Tracy,

If you have this I am no longer bothering anyone. I want to start with how much
I have enjoyed watching you grow up. You have always been a treasure to me and
I have kept close tabs on your activities through out the years. I know what
you do for a living and I applaud you for it. It takes a strong person to do
what you do.

Enough about that, you now have everything I own. I suggest you keep it with
George, he knows how to handle it. Please consider moving out of the city to
the house, I have had it renovated and decorated in what I hope is your taste.
I think the country will do you a world of good and provide you with a new
venture in your life.

Whatever you do, don't let George push you around, he can be such a pompous,
stuffy ass sometimes. You have my blessing and please remember to think of me
fondly.

Love

Auntie Willi


George, push me around? I laughed out loud at the thought of that. He was such
a little man, course my aunt was small as well and it sounded like the two of
them had been very close.

I sat back in the chair and absently stroked Catrina's head. She had been
silent and had not moved. I had no idea how long I had been sitting there, Star
Trek was over and the idiot box was playing an episode of Quincy. I reached
over and picked up the remote and clicked it off.

"Mistress, you have an appointment in two hours. What do you want me to do?"

I looked over at her sweet face and ran my nail down the curve of her nose.

"Cancel it, we are going somewhere. Find Maria and pack enough clothes to keep
the three of us happy for a week or so." Her beautiful china doll eyes lit up
and she bounded off to find Maria. I smiled, watching her go.

I got up, and strolled into my master bath. I started the shower and started
pinning up my hair, which fell past my shoulders, in soft waves. I critically
looked at my face in the mirror. My eyes varied their color with my clothes,
but at the moment they were a deep Prussian blue. With my red hair, they stood
out in my face. I noticed I had dark circles under my eyes and wondered if they
were there because of the letter. I stripped, removing my T-shirt and out of
habit ran my hands under and around my breasts. My nipples hardened around the
gold rings that pierced them. I smiled softly at myself in the mirror. I
stepped out of my shorts, and automatically checked my figure in the mirror. My
breasts were full and high, they were a perfect size C with the nipples
upturned and rosy. My stomach was flat and my carefully trimmed pubic hair was
still neat. My waist was small, and filled out to good hips. My ass was firm.
My legs were well shaped and I rarely wore nylons because I showed them off to
their full advantage. My toenails always matched my fingernails and my feet
were smooth.

I walked into the shower, and stood under the water, letting it soak into my
skin and run down my body. The hot water, combined with my daze from the letter
I had just received, put me into a slight trance. I never heard Catrina or
Maria come in. The two women were perfectly matched in size and complemented
each other. Maria's hair is long and coal black. Her skin is dusky and her
nipples are a dark brown. Catrina is her opposite. Her hair was long and
blonde, her skin is so white that it sometimes seemed to glow at night, her
nipples were so pale they were almost not visible. I watched as Maria pinned up
her hair too and stepped into the shower. She went to her knees and took the
soap in her hand. She started at my feet, lathering them and checking for rough
spots. I am afraid I drive her to distraction when it comes to that, I
constantly run around bare foot. She soaped and rinsed my body, and I allowed
her to handle me as though I was a poseable doll. When I was clean she dropped
before me, her thighs spread, her head down and waited for me to speak.

I smiled a bit and raised her chin and stood her up. She eagerly turned away
from me, placed her feet into little indents in the floor and bent from the
waist. Her breasts hung free and she looked over her shoulder at me. I reached
out and gently stroked her pussy with one finger. She cried out, and then
clamped her lips shut. I reached her clit and pinched it between my nails. She
moaned against her lips and I continued to roll and pull at it, as she became
more excited. Suddenly I stopped and ran my index finger up to her ass. She
moaned again. I slid one finger in up to the first knuckle and stopped. I heard
her whimper over the water. I chuckled and pulled it out. Then I slapped her on
her right ass cheek and told her we'd finish in a minute. She remained for a
moment too long so I smacked her again. She got out of the shower casting me
pitiful looks. I laughed out loud at her antics. Normally I wouldn't have
allowed such behavior, but I knew what she wanted and she would get it.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped my self in a large bath towel. Catrina was
still in position on the rug. She, on the other hand, had a much more
frustrating session coming to her for leaving that strange little man, on the
front step, as though he were a salesman.

I reached into a drawer next to the sink and pulled out a harness that had a
little vibe attached for the clit as well as a plug for her ass. She never
flinched as I threw them between her legs. She stood, and put on the harness up
to her thighs. When she reached that far, she stopped, and bent over. I slid it
the rest of the way, making sure the vibrating tip was next to her clit, the
vibe was inside her pussy and the plug fitted into her ass. She stood up slowly
while I tightened the straps to hold it securely. Her nipples were hard and she
was rapidly breathing.

"Do you know what you have done to deserve this?" Her head shook."You left the
lawyer on the front stoop as though he was trash, I didn't like that and you
embarrassed me." Her eyes overflowed with tears and they dripped on to the
carpet. I reached into the drawer and pulled out the remote to the belt. I
pointed and she walked out to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and she
laid herself over my legs. Her breasts swung against my leg and she relaxed her
ass.

"Are you prepared to accept this part of your punishment?"

"Yes Mistress."

I brought my hand down on her right cheek. She jumped and said, "One, thank you
Mistress," I reached over and clicked on the remote. A faint buzzing could be
heard in the room.

"Maria, you may watch if you desire." Maria looked up her eyes shining. She
focused on Catrina's rear and the device that was affecting her so strongly. I
repeated the spank on her other cheek and Catrina counted and thanked me again.
She received 60 spanks in all, her bottom was red and hot, and she was sobbing
partly from pain and partly from ecstasy. During the spanking she had cum to
orgasm several times and her cum was soaking the device and my leg underneath
it. When we were finished, I told her to go the chair.

The chair is a hanging chair made up of straps and loops. It is designed so
that the person in the chair is cradled, with their legs spread and when they
are hoisted, they are totally accessible as well as being bound. The chair
allows for long sessions, as well as even overnight sleeping if required with
out too much strain on the person inside it. Catrina was secured in the chair,
and hoisted up towards the ceiling. The belt was still secured firmly to her
body and the vibrators were starting to wear on her. Her whole body was
quivering and she was sobbing quietly.

Maria was still watching from her position on the floor. I motioned for her to
come over to me. She quickly scooted across the floor and sat next to me. She
gently touched her lips to the side of my knee and kissed it lovingly.

"Maria, I am in a good mood and willing to grant you what you wish today before
we leave. Tell me dear, what is your desire?" Maria looked up at me and her
eyes shone.

"Mistress, it has been a long time since I have felt your hand on my bottom.
Please, Ma'am, consider it for me." I nodded and told her to get the oil.She
scurried away and came back with the small bottle in her mouth. I took it from
her and dribbled it over her rear. She arched her back to facilitate the oil. I
rubbed it into her skin including her cheeks, pussy, clit and even a bit on the
inside of her thighs. The oil had a slight heating quality to it as well as an
ingredient that stimulates the nerves, making the skin supersensitive. Maria
had been abused by her former owner, but had never broken to the pain. She
never needed to be reminded, or reprimanded. Her manners were perfect and her
skills were excellent. She was in process of being trained to be a Domme as
well. Her expectations were always high and she was a strong leader. I was
constantly watching to see that she didn't go too far. I was worried that her
former owner may have affected her ability to sense when it was too much with a
sub. So far I had seen no signs of it, but she had yet to truly be let loose
from my strict control and would not for quite some time yet.

When I was finished rubbing in the oil, it was apparent that it was starting to
work. Maria was rocking back and forth, trying to get some stimulation on her
clit and pussy. I watched her curiously as she writhed under my still hand. Her
inner lips were swollen and her clit was poking through. I slid my hand down
her ass and to her pussy where I lightly covered it. She moaned and tried to
grind herself against my hand. She was too well trained to move much and I
grinned at her reaction. I gripped her by sliding my fingers inside her and
tugged on her. She obediently scooted backwards and climbed up over my legs.

Her breasts dangled over the outside of my thighs, her ass was centered
perfectly on my legs and she waited, panting and shaking. My fingers were still
inside her, slowly rubbing her G-spot and caressing her clit.

Maria begged softly for me to begin. I smiled and withdrew my hand quickly. She
gasped a bit at the suddenness. I raised my hand and brought it cracking down
on her right cheek. Maria let out a little wail of shock, but counted it and
thanked me for it. Again I brought my hand down on the exact same spot. She
cried out again as she counted. I started switching back and forth, warming her
ass with my hand. Since her skin was already sensitive to the touch, the
smacking of my palm over her buttocks was increased. Very quickly her cheeks
were a dark red-brown. Tears were streaming over her cheeks and onto the
carpet. She was wailing and sobbing as my hand came down.

I decided she had enough and rolled her over onto the bed. She lay still for a
second, her rear throbbing and burning before spreading her legs wide for me. I
ran one finger into her pussy pushing it in deeply. When she arched, I withdrew
the one and added another, then a third and a fourth. Maria was slamming
herself down on my hand, driving her clit against my thumb. I laid one hand on
her belly, and pushed down as she rammed herself on my hand. The pressure added
sensation to the hand fucking and she started to moan. I added my thumb inside
her and slowly started to make a fist. Maria cried out and pushed it further
into herself. Her pussy stretched and stretched as she humped my fist. I
watched as my arm started to disappear into her. I was half way up my forearm
when she came. Her whole body stiffened and I felt the muscles of her pussy
clenching and releasing at my hand and wrist. I continued to move inside her as
she came and finally with one last scream she relaxed against the bed. I
carefully withdrew my hand and smiled at her.

She made the effort to crawl to me, but I could tell that she was exhausted as
she moved towards me. I glanced over at Catrina, still hanging and smiled to
see that she was still fighting against the orgasms that wracked her body.
Chuckling I reached over Maria, smacked her already sore ass, and told her to
finish packing the three of us up. She nodded and dragged herself off the bed,
kissing my leg in passing. I caressed her before she moved out of reach. When
she was off the bed, I strolled into the bathroom, and washed up before
attending to Catrinarina. I clicked off the belt and Catrinarina sagged against
the chair. I unhooked her and she fell to her knees and face. Out of habit more
than comfort her rear was up in the air and her face was buried in the carpet.
I unhooked the belt, and let it drop. Catrina's pussy was swollen and she had
cum running down her legs, over her ass and on the carpet. I smacked her butt
and told her to clean the carpet, help Maria and then the two of them were to
bathe quickly. We would leave after that. Catrina nodded kissed my feet and
rose to her feet slowly.

Once the girls were gone, I stripped off the towel and shivered. I reentered my
bathroom and grabbed the drawer and yanked it open. The toys inside rattled and
I chose one. It was a smooth cylinder, long and white about two inches in
circumference. I twisted the bottom and it started buzzing right away. I went
back in the bedroom, closed the door and locked it. I wanted some time of my
own. I started my applying the vibe to my nipples, sending sensations down to
the pit of my belly. My nipples hardened and I gasped at the warm rippling
feeling that worked its way down.

I slowly moved the vibe from my nipples to my clit. With my free hand I pinched
and pulled at my nipples. I slowly slid the vibe to my clit where I decided to
keep it. I wanted a powerful orgasm and I knew that this would give me that.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, bringing me closer and closer.
Finally the dam burst and my pussy contracted against a non-existent cock. I
arched up and cried out against my lips. When the orgasm subsided, I relaxed
against the coverlet and stared up at the ceiling.

I was changing my life, breaking appointments, which I had sworn I would never
do, and packing up my little household to go see a house out in the country. I
don't quite know why I felt compelled to do it that day, but I felt as though I
should. After all, my aunt had it decorated for me, so I was assured it would
be tasteful.I wondered what the surrounding grounds looked like. That seemed a
huge amount of land to accompany a single house, and well, since living my life
in the city, I was fairly convinced that you could do just fine on 1500 square
feet.

I rose, dropped the vibrator on the bed and walked to the closet. I shuffled
through its contents before deciding on a white silk shirt; a dark blue skirt
and matching jacket. I applied thigh-high stockings just for kicks and added
matching blue spikes. I rarely wear a bra, and I didn't bother with panties. I
unlocked the door and looked down to see a prostrate Catrinarina. She held a
scrub brush and carpet cleaner in her hands. I sidestepped her and watched as
she crawled over and started to clean the carpet. Like the good sub she was,
she kept her ass tilted up and her legs spread. I nodded at her appearance and
waited for her to finish before telling her to take care of the toy. She picked
it up and went into the bathroom to clean it and put it away. I stuck my head
around the corner to tell her to get all of them and we'd bring them with us
and I saw her sucking on the vibe. Swirling her tongue around it and cleaning
it. I watched for a second and cleared my throat. Catrina blushed down to her
toes, and started to stutter. I cut her off quickly saying

"Take them all, I think I want to use them."

"YYYes Ma'am"


Chapter 2

The drive proved to be a frustrating one. The city is always full of traffic
and construction. It took us the better part of three hours to get out of the
city and arrive at the house. As we pulled into the long lane drive, the trees
that edged the driveway seemed to huddle closer. Maria leaned forward from her
position in the back seat and said softly to me,

"This place is creepy."

I turned and looked at her and laughed.

"You're not used to trees, space or fresh air that's all."

"Like I said, creepy."

When I finally navigated the drive we wound up at the back door. I reached
under the mat and found a key, just as George had promised. I let us into a
dark kitchen, the girls were staying close to me, actually holding on to my
clothes. I flipped the switch by the door and we stood in awe. The kitchen had
to be half the size of my town house, all white and stainless steel appliances
that shone in the bright fluorescent light. There was a huge room off to our
left full of shelves and stocked fully. The fridge was full of fresh fruit and
cold pop and booze.The freezer was also fully stocked with fresh frozen fruit
veggies and meat.

The floor was white and black marble tile and Maria shook her head and
commented that I would not be allowed to handle any pots and pans because I
would chip the tile. I looked offended at that and she flashed me her smile and
squeezed my hand. Above a work island, located in the center of the kitchen,
copper pans hung gleaming in the light.

The glass front cupboards showed us plates and cups and glasses all in etched
glass. They sparkled in the lights mounted under the shelves. The girls slowly
forgot their creeps and flitted form cupboard to cupboard and shelf to shelf.
They remarked on the appliances and gadgets there.Their eyes lighting up like
children at Christmas.

I wandered into the pantry and shook my head at all the stuff on the shelves.
There was not one, not two, but three spice racks mounted on the door. There
were shelves of pasta, beans, different rice, jars and jars of sauces and cans
and cans of stuff. There were bags of flour, sugar, boxes of yeast and all
kinds of cooking stuff.

I left the kitchen area, leaving the squeals of the girls behind, and strolled
into what could only be termed a formal dining room. The table sat 20 people. I
counted all the chairs, twice. The chandeliers, yes there were two, were
cranked to the ceiling and covered with cloths. The buttons lowered them to a
height of about four feet.

I wandered through the room, studying the oriental carpeting that ran through
out the rooms. I strolled into a library filled with books. There was
everything from The Odyssey to the most recent fiction. There was a large TV
with DVD and stacks and stacks of movies next to it. Satellite TV was wired in
and the fireplace across the room had a wide mantel. The couches were dark
green and plush, I sank into one gratefully. I could spend many hours in here.
Of course the girls were going to hate dusting the shelves, but that was ok as
well. It would make for good punishments.

I got up and had made it to the front hall, admiring the marble there as well,
when both girls burst out screaming and laughing. They came running and looped
their arms around mine. They were babbling about seeing something and showed me
to a door around the corner from the kitchen. We went downstairs and I was
faced with a full dungeon.

The walls were covered with hooks, and on each hook hung tools of the trade.
The floor varied between padded mats to hardwood, heated I found out, and thick
carpeting. There was another huge fireplace, gas I noted. The dungeon ran the
width of the house and was half the length. I wandered around amazed at the
system of pulleys and ropes that were already suspended from the ceiling. On a
table by a couch there was an entertainment center. I opened the doors to
reveal a large flat screen TV, a video camera, digital camera, two VCRs and a
very nice sound system along with a wide range of CDs. There were blank tapes
that fit both the VCRs and the video camera along with adapters for the camera
tapes.

The lights could be changed around and spotlight tables and various pieces of
equipment. They could be dimmed or changed to color. There was even an option
to make it appear as though flames lit the room. I laughed aloud delighted with
the special effects.

The speakers from the stereo were mounted into the walls and hidden somehow.
The stereo had full "relaxation and nature" sounds as well as a 50-disk tower.
It was controlled through one remote that controlled the TV, DVD and VCRs too.
I was delighted to see satellite down here as well.

I roamed the room, gazing at the walls, running my hands over the equipment. I
strolled past a glass-fronted cabinet and stopped short. Inside was every
possible kind of dildo and vibe I could imagine. The next cabinet was full of
harnesses, ropes, bindings, cuffs, collars, blinders, and masks. It was a
dizzying array. I was delighted and thrilled to see and have all of it.

The various whips, floggers and paddles that hung on the wall, amazed and
delighted me. There were ones that I had never used and would have to practice
with. I noticed out of the corner of my eye two full size dummies with correct
anatomical features and targets marked on them. God bless Auntie Willi, she
thought of everything.

Toward the back of the room were two sets of double doors. Inside the first set
was a hot tub. The black and white veined marble seemed to glow in the small
room. The second room was a sauna. The cedar benches lined the walls and the
fragrance was wonderful. I could only imagine what it was like as the room
hearted up. The girls ohh'd and ahh'd over everything. I smiled at the two of
them indulgently. They had stopped at the phallus case and were pointing and
imagining the uses of the various pieces inside. Tina squealed when she saw a
dildo shaped into a fist and arm.She visibly shuddered at the thought of that
being used on her. I smiled and reminded her I had two hands to use and she
quickly fell to her knees and kissed my feet before scrambling back to
Catrinarina. I chuckled at their reactions.

On the back wall in between the two sets of double doors there were what
appeared to be four built in crates. Each was large enough to hold an adult
male comfortably, but with little room to stretch out. I opened the doors and
peered inside. Each lock was set up to that fingers from the inside could not
spring the door, yet were easy to open from the outside. As I examined them,
Catrinarina came over and promptly went into one. She commented on the size and
she promptly closed the door. Maria squatted in front of her, grinning. I watch
the two of them play for a bit, then finally released Catrinarina and ordered
her to a chair.

The chair had two different vibrators mounted to it. The first was obviously
for a pussy the second for an ass. They moved enough to direct them into a
body. When the vibes were turned on, they both inflated a bit then a roller
moved up and down on the shaft. The person would be teased with out ever moving
a muscle. I liked it very much. The girls were very interested in using it
soon. I motioned them away, having decided not to mount Catrinarina on it just
then.

There were interesting little crevices on the walls, which held straps, and
each had a cock protruding from the wall. It was intended to mount subs onto
and could be used for either males or females. There was douching areas with
stainless steel nozzles mounted onto one wall. Each had a gauge to see how much
water had been used. I smiled thinking of all the enemas I could do easily now.
Whoever had set up the dungeon conveniently placed all the butt plugs right by
them. Behind the nozzles, there was a full bathroom, with a separate shower and
tub along with a bidet.

I was about through the whole room when a card on the end table by the couch
caught my eye. On it was the name of the shop, "Little Shoppe of Horrors," and
a phone number along with a name. Travis. I assumed Travis was the sales person
who sold my aunt all of the wonderful gadgets. I pulled my cell phone off of my
belt and dialed the number. The phone rang and rang. I shrugged and put away my
phone making a mental note to call it later. I looked down at my watch saw it
was 10:00 and decided to send the girls to make something to eat while I looked
around the house more. They scampered back up the stairs, chattering all the
while. I shook my head at them thinking how easy it was to please them. I
followed them up the stairs and clicked off the lights.

I made my way down the hall and up another flight of stairs to discover an
office with all the necessities along with some that weren't so necessary. It
was fully stocked with fax, phone, computer, one black and white, and one color
printer; there was a headset for the phone and in the closet boxes of paper.
There was everything from photo quality to regular. The closet also contained
pens, pencils, markers, Post It Notes and things I hadn't even thought of.

The desk was a beautiful cherry, polished to a high sheen, the carpeting a dark
gray blue. I loved it on sight. The wood paneling, which was on the bottom part
of the walls, was also cherry and glowed nicely. The top part of the walls was
a cream color that soothed the nerves nicely. There were two remotes on top of
the desk, one clicked on the fireplace; the other opened a hidden panel to
revel the standard complement of stereo and TV. I was pleased to have that. I
knew I would spend many hours in this room.

Down the hall was a small gym, complete with TV etc. I was glad to see a
massage table as well as a treadmill and SoloFlex. There were mats and a sit up
machine as well as a rowing machine. I was happy to discover there were free
weights to work out with as well.On that floor there was a full bathroom along
with six bedrooms. Each was furnished in different wood styles. Each was
complete within themselves.

I walked up the stairs one more time and was treated to a beautiful view. There
were glass windows spanning one narrow wall overlooking the woods behind the
house. The whole floor was open and the ceiling slanted, yet tall and not
inhibiting to standing to looking out the windows. I looked over and saw a
king-size bed in the middle of the room.

The floor was polished wood, warm to the touch as well. The room spanned the
whole length of the house and contained a private bath, a small version of the
workout room, the entertainment center, mirrors and a cabinet, which held a
smaller collection of the toys downstairs.

Above the bed was a rack that could be lowered down, along with a series of
hooks and pulleys for bondage. There were two boxes at the foot of the bed,
which while they did not have gates on them, they were obviously designed for
sleeping. They were padded and there seemed to be a heating and cooling unit
for each. The bed it's self was a masterpiece. The cherry wood, which seemed to
be a theme throughout the house, was continued in here. The bed was about 5
feet off the ground; it has steps on either side to get on to it. As soon as I
lay on it, I was in love. The mattress had a pad of feathers and the comforter
was down as well. My pillows were firm and there were dark curtains which could
be closed to keep the person in the bed from being disturbed by light. The
center came to a peak and with the curtains loosed; it looked like a tent from
the renaissance festivals I attended each year. The curtains were a dark blue
and plush to the touch. They were held back by heavy bands made of the same
material.

I settled back on the bed, feeling almost like I was floating. As soon as I was
comfortable I heard the girls searching for me. I got up sighing and trotted
downstairs. They had prepared grilled cheese sandwiches and soup, which I
wolfed down. They proceeded to show me the rest of the house. Off of the
kitchen, through a second door I had not seen was a small breakfast room, the
table held six, and the windows opened to the yard.There was a bathroom at one
end of the hallway, right outside the dining room. I missed that as well, and
shook my head; I must have been lost in the house. They flicked on the outside
lights and showed me a building behind the house that wasn't the garage. They
both wanted to go investigate that night. I put a stop to the running around
and sent them to go unpack and clean the kitchen.

I went upstairs to my bathroom and ran a hot bath in the whirlpool tub that was
installed in it. I added some light musk oil and stretched out and added the
jets. I was so comfortable that I never heard the girls enter the room. I did
hear the giggling and exited the tub to find them both with their asses facing
the bathroom door and floggers resting over their bottoms. I shook my head at
their antics and decided then and there they would both be in a chair for the
night for their impertinence.

I grabbed the oil and rubbed it into their pussies and asses, making sure to
coat their lips, clit and up inside them. Catrinarina was crying softly, her
tears falling into the carpet. Maria was accepting the punishment. I told them
why I was doing what I was doing and that I expected them to have a long,
tiring and frustrating night.

I hooked two sling chairs, which I had found in a wall cabinet, into the ropes
from the ceiling and both girls climbed into them. Their legs were spread,
their hands, feet and even their heads were restrained. I let their asses hang
free while the chair supported the rest of them. For good measure I rubbed the
oil into their nipples. Both of the girls were starting to writhe. The oil was
doing its job and that itch would drive them nuts all night. I secured the two
chairs to that they could see each other and then on a whim placed two dark
towels under their butts. I knew from experience that they would soon be
dripping from the oil. I wanted them to see the proof of their night under each
other. After kissing them gently I stripped and crawled into the large bed for
the night.

To be continued...

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