"Emmie, do you have anything planned for the Thanksgiving weekend?" Kurt was checking his email on the computer in the library. You weren't really supposed to be able to do that, but one of his friends (who was pierced in a place that made me wince just thinking about it) had shown him a way around the security software. Kurt didn't abuse the knowledge, so I turned a blind eye.
"Not really. Langely mentioned something about going out in search of turkey at a local restaurant. I'm glad he didn't want to cook. It frightens me to think of how a turkey baster might have inspired him."
Kurt looked nostalgic. "Ah, yes. 'Kiss the Cook' was a fun production. Lots of food play." I swear, I think the man had made a porno video on every subject in the encyclopedia. "I've got something you and Langely might be interested in."
I'd finished shelving my last load of books, and could afford a small break. I sat beside him. "Tell."
"You remember I told you about the Kink Club?" I nodded. It was the local chapter of a national club, devoted to BDSM play. Kurt didn't belong ("When would I have time?") But he knew several members through his work and play, and he was often invited to 'functions'. "They're having a retreat over Thanksgiving weekend next week, and I'm invited. Some of their members can't attend, so they told me I'm welcome to bring a couple of guests, if I want to."
"A BD/SM retreat? Exactly what does that consist of?"
He shrugged. "Nothing exactly. The whole point is being able to relax around people with your own interests. It's going to be at a nice little bed-and-breakfast owned by one of the members. There'll be no one there but members and guests, so you don't have to go hiding in the bedrooms if you want to indulge. They also have fenced grounds, so outdoor play is possible. Though considering the season, it might not be advisable. Bare ass in the cold and wet can lead to some nasty colds."
"Are we talking orgy here?"
"Possibly. Maybe even probably. Depends on how you define orgy. I expect there'll be multiple partner scenes, but you don't have to join in if you don't want to. No one will think less of you. You can do as little or as much as you like. The only rules are that if someone genuinely isn't interested, you leave them alone, you don't use someone else's submissive without permission, use protection, and observe safe words. Hell, if you want to, you can spend the time watching videos, or watching the others play. It's very flexible."
"Sounds interesting. How much does it cost?" He named a figure, and I winced.
"That includes three meals a day. They're adding lunch and supper just for this event."
"That's a little pricey for me, but Thomas might be interested. I'll tell him about it."
Thomas was not only interested, he was enthused. "Of course we should go. One of their other retreats was featured in Ties Magazine, and I've been fascinated by the concept ever since."
"Yeah, well, I hope you have fun."
He frowned. "But you're coming, too."
"Langely, you know my finances. I can't afford it."
"I'm paying for it. I thought that was understood."
"I couldn't let you spend so much on me."
"Why not? I want to, and it's not like it's going to put me in a bind."
The fact was, I just didn't feel comfortable taking anything major from him. He probably wouldn't think of it as an obligation, but I still had a little bit of my mom's mentality hanging over. Don't take expensive presents from men, Emily. They'll expect something. She'd meant sex. That wasn't the issue here. I was considering whether or not accepting things from Thomas would make him feel we had a greater involvement than I was willing to have.
"Please? I'd really like the chance to show you off."
"I thought it was the Dominants showing off the submissives."
He gave me a superior look. "We let you think that."
"You do know that you're going to pay for that remark later on?"
"I can only hope."
So it was decided Kurt was going up with his friend, and Langely and I would drive up in the Jag. We left late Thursday afternoon , after having lunch at a very nice restaurant with a truly stunning buffet. I made a pig of myself, and dozed most of the way up. We were deep in the piney woods when I woke up.
I stretched, yawning. Langely glanced over at me. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Sleeping Beauty."
"Thanks, Prince Charming. Are we close?"
"Just a couple of more miles. I'm glad you came with me, Emmie."
"Oh, hell, Thomas. You didn't really think I'd let you go wandering around in a crowd of rapacious Dommes, did you? You need someone to make sure you don't come back striped like a piece of peppermint candy." I snuggled against him. He turned his head long enough for a quick kiss against my hair.
"We haven't talked about limits," he said.
"Us, or them?," I asked.
"Both. What about clothes?"
"I'm keeping mine on outside the bedroom. No negotiations on that one."
"What about me?"
"Oh, you're going to have to be nude part of the time, Thomas. You're too beautiful to keep covered up all the time."
"Yes, Miss Emily. What about scenes? Will we participate?"
"I'm not sure, I'll have to see. Probably to a limited extent. I won't do anything with anyone that I wouldn't do with you. Would it bother you if I had sex with someone else?"
"No."
"What?" I sat up and looked at him. "Why not? You wouldn't be jealous?"
He shrugged. "No. I belong to you, they don't. What about me?"
"No real sex," I said promptly. "I won't deny them the pleasure of looking at you, and touching you a little, but that's as far as it goes. And no one else hits you." The last statement was flat.
He didn't look over at me, but I could see him smile, even in the fading light. "Yes, Miss Emily."
We came to the turn off: a dirt road barred by a gate that bore a sign announcing the Deep Woods Retreat. A friendly looking grey haired man came out to meet us. He had a ruddy, good natured face. "Hi there, folks. You'd be Langely and Benoit, right? Could I just see some identification, please?" He checked our driver's licenses, then handed them back. "Sorry about the formality, but you understand how it is. Don't want any nosy rosies butting in and disturbing the visitors." He unbarred the door. After we drove in, he chained it shut again. "Just straight on up to the house. No, I won't take a ride. You couldn't fit me in that little toy, anyway, and I'm used to the walk."
The dirt road wound back through the trees, and it wasn’t long before we lost sight of the highway. The inn was truly hidden from the outside world. At last we came to a more open space.
It was a substantial house, made of fieldstone, with a screened porch running across the front. A half dozen cars were parked to the side of the graveled area that fronted it. Langely parked, and removed our luggage. I waited patiently as he tied a tarp over the Jaguar. He wasn't going to risk getting pine sap on it, and I didn't blame him.
When he was done, he hoisted the bags with a subdued grunt, managing all four of them awkwardly. I didn't help. The retreat had begun, and we weren't Emily and Thomas now, we were Miss Emily and her boy.
The front hall was wide and gracious. There was a check in desk to the left. An archway to the right led into what looked like a lounge. There was a bar, in any case. A pretty girl in a leather bikini was mixing drinks. A smiling woman, a perfect counterpart to the man who had admitted us, was behind the desk. "Welcome to The Kink retreat." She pushed a register at us. "I'll just need you to sign in."
I signed the register while Langely stood quietly, shifting occasionally as one bag or the other started to slip. Kurt, resplendent in skin tight black leather pants, high boots, and nothing else but his mane of black hair, swept out of the lounge, grinning. Right behind him was a tall, elegant woman wearing what looked like a Victorian era dress. It was severe: high necked, long sleeved, lots of buttons. Her chestnut hair was twisted back into a tight bun.
"Emmie, you made it! Why don't you have your boy put your things away while I introduce you around?"
"That sounds like a good idea." I took the key from the innkeeper's wife and turned to Thomas. "Open." He opened his mouth, and I stuck the key in. He gripped it in his teeth, looking startled. "Go put our things away, change your clothes, and come down to the lounge. And be quick about it."
"Es 'iss E'ly," he mumbled around the key, and started up the stairs.
The woman smiled, extending her hand. As I took it, Kurt said, "Emmie, this is Nanny Elizabeth Grey. I've been telling her about you."
As we shook, Elizabeth said, "He's been telling all of us about you. You're quite the pet project for him, but I can't think of any better tutor. That's a nice little piece you have there. Seems very obedient.”
"Langely's a good boy, most of the time."
The smile became knowing. "Until he wants some attention?" I returned the smile. "Come in the lounge and meet the others. We're always interested in novices."
There were an even dozen people in the lounge, including the bartender. I noticed a female couple, and a male couple. The rest were mixed, with a single man left over, standing with his nose in a corner. He was dressed as an English schoolboy. That had to be Nanny Elizabeth's husband. Half of the guests were in various stages of undress, including a well preserved man in early middle age who was naked save for a dog collar and a leash, held by a much younger man. Yes, this in not your usual tourist getaway.
Elizabeth introduced me around. There were Loomis and Miranda, who were also first timers for the retreat. There wasn't anything unusual about their attire, unless you counted the fact that Miranda had her hands cuffed behind her back. The female couple was Desi and Tarah. Desi wore head to foot black leather, and Tarah was topless. As she talked, Desi idly toyed with the gold rings that pierced her lover's nipples.
The boy/boy couple was Keagan and Boy. Boy was the one on the end of the strap. He was kneeling at Keagan's booted feet, and the tweed clad young man absently stroked his head as he greeted me. At a direction, Boy crawled over and kissed the tip of my shoe. I scratched him behind the ear, earning a whine from him, and a pleased smile from Keagan.
The next couple weren't as easy to define as the others. They were both a tiny bit overweight. The woman was a redhead with the milk pale skin and freckles that said her hair color was natural. The man was, basically, a golden bear. He had to be six foot five, and was as broad across as a refrigerator. There was a little fat coating his body, but there was plenty of solid muscle underneath. And he was wooly. The hair on his arms was thick enough to comb, and his beard was a blonde version of Santa's whiskers. I had to figure that the Kira, the woman, wasn't ticklish. Otherwise Hanson would have tickled her to death whenever they hugged naked.
Kira must have noticed the speculative look in my eyes, because she grinned and said, "Trying to figure out who's Dominant and who's sub?" I nodded. She hugged her husband. "Both are both. We're the chapter switches."
"In other words," said a snotty voice, "They can't make up their minds."
Elizabeth's voice slipped a notch. "And this is Adelaide and William."
"Call me Addie." She was about my age. An ice blonde, her hair was bleached totally colorless, worn in spikes. Her face was powdered Kabuki white, with a dark gash of lipstick, and dark eyeshadow from lashes to brows. She wore standard dominatrix gear: corset, thong, garter belt and stockings, all in black. She was about five ten to start with, and balanced on three inch spike heels.
William was about ten years younger than she, with dark hair cropped close to his scalp. He was small and slender, shorter than I was. All he was wearing were rings in his nipples, and one around his cock. He was so hard it looked painful.
Addie reached over and gave his cock a playful slap. Nothing vicious, but enough to make it sway, and William winced. "Go on, slut boy. Tell the nice lady hello."
In what had to be a well rehearsed movement, William dropped to his knees and took my hand. Bending his head, he placed my hand against the back of his neck and said, "Whatever I can do to please Mistress, she has only to say."
"Not bad, huh?" Addie smirked. "Where's yours?"
"Thomas will be down soon." I gently stroked Williams hair. He looked up at me with grateful eyes. "You're very sweet, William."
"You like him? Feel free to use him anytime, any way you like."
"Thank you for your kind offer." William craned his head and licked my hand, looking at me with dumb eagerness.
Right about then, Thomas entered. He was just in time to see William's pink tongue swabbing my wrist. He came over and squatted at my side, staring at William challengingly. Ah, so much for not caring what I did with who.
Thomas had changed into an obscenely tight pair of frayed, faded, and torn blue jeans. There were holes ripped at ass, thigh, and knee. He also wore the leather harness I’d last seen in the trunk, and the dog collar. His hair was hanging in his eyes again, and he looked totally fuckable, whatever your sex.
I patted his cheek. "This is Thomas, my boy. Thomas, meet Addie and William."
Thomas had enough sense not to meet Addie's eyes. "Hello, Mistress Addie. Hello William." There was a tiny bit of a growl in his voice. He would be properly humble with the Dominants, but he wasn't taking any shit off another submissive.
I thumped him lightly on top of the head. "Play nice, Tommy."
He glanced up at me, eyes soft. "Yes, Miss Emmie."
Nanny Elizabeth went to the bar and called out. "Attention, everyone. It's time to get this shindig officially underway. Gather round." Everyone moved in closer.
