My wife Courtney and I had no idea when we purchased the "Weekend Slave Training Course" at the Chateau de Sade that our relationship and lives would never be the same.
Courtney and I were both in our early 30s, and had had a relatively happy marriage for five years. But after a few years, our sex life--always pretty vanilla--had become predictable and very sporadic. I had always had an interest in bondage & discipline, but had been too ashamed to mention it to Courtney.
Then one day she stumbled across some BDSM porn on my computer and confronted me about it. As I tried to explain, she surprised me by telling me that she, too, had always had an interest in BDSM, and that she would be willing to try it with me. We bought the basic BDSM gear--collar, cuffs, leash, a whip, flogger, a paddle--and enjoyed the best sex we'd ever had for a few months.
But as a pair of novices, we did not really know what we were doing, how to set up scenes, how to incorporate ritual, and how to maximize the pleasure of our fetish. It was then that I came across the advertisement on line for the Chateau's training course:
"WEEKEND SLAVE TRAINING COURSE AT AN EXCLUSIVE BED AND BREAKFAST"
"Master William and Slave Shelly offer a weekend of BDSM training for male masters and their female slaves to be conducted at their deluxe, exclusive bed and breakfast in the woods--the Chateau de Sade. The men will learn the skills of dominance, while the women will learn the art of submission. Each course is limited to three couples. Participants agree to sexual contact with their hosts and the other guests, and the female slaves agree to harsh corporal punishment, humiliation, sexual usage and other delights. Beginners only. Pre-course health check required. Interested parties should contact us at (555) 555-5555. Total cost is $5,000 per couple, but remember that no price is too high to maximize your pleasure."
I showed the ad to Courtney, and while she expressed some reservations, especially about the reference to "sexual usage," I could feel her getting wet. By the end of that evening, we had fucked like rabbits, and she agreed to go to the training course with me.
Friday:
As we checked into the Chateau at 5:00 p.m. sharp, Master William and Slave Shelly welcomed us warmly, and promised us "the most erotic, unforgettable weekend" of our lives. They were a handsome, very attractive couple, and both appeared in their late 30s to early 40s.
"Tim and Courtney, please come down to the sitting room at 6 o'clock for the Couples Reception. You will have a chance to meet the other two couples staying here for the weekend--Chris and Denise, and Ron and Mia. Please come dressed as master and slave, whatever that concept means to you."
Courtney and I went to our room on the second floor, and found it to be luxurious. Plush carpeting, beautiful decor, and a large 4-post king size bed. One would have thought it was a typical room in a 5-star luxury hotel, until one noticed the art on the walls.
Three photographs of beautiful women naked except for bondage gear adorned the walls. In one photo, a naked woman in collar and cuffs was on all fours kissing the tip of the erect cock of the leather-clad master standing in front of her.
In a second photograph, three naked women in collars stood with their arms stretched above their heads tied to an overhead beam; the women each had a number written on their left tit, and were surrounded by men in business suits at tables who appeared to be holding auction cards and wads of cash, while a man in a tuxedo stood next the women holding a microphone, seemingly conducting a slave auction.
The third picture showed a naked woman in a collar and cuffs bent over a table, wrists and ankles secured, while a man with a belt swung the strap down hard on her already well-marked ass. The pictures set quite a tone.
"What do you suppose he meant when he said to come dressed as master and slave?" Courtney asked.
"Well, as the master, I suppose that is up to me," I said. "As such, you will come to the Reception completely naked, except for your steel collar, steel wrist cuffs and steel ankle cuffs. I shall dress in my business suit."
Courtney looked worried. "Completely naked? But, I haven't even met these people. Can't I at least come in a bra and panties?"
"Absolutely not," I said. I have decided that you shall not wear a stitch of clothing this entire weekend. As the training begins tonight, you shall meet the others in the nude as a symbol of your status as a owned, sex slave."
As Courtney started to protest, I cut her off, stating, "Obey your master, slave girl. Any further resistance will be met with severe punishment." I rubbed the rubber whip sitting on top of the suitcase. Courtney could tell I was serious, and quietly started to undress.
After she removed all her clothes, I locked on her collar and her cuffs with the small stainless paddle-locks, and attached a leash to the collar. Finally, I locked her wrist cuffs together behind her back with an o-clip. At that point, I looked her over from all angles, while Courtney's face burned crimson with embarrassment.
"You look lovely. If it wasn't 6 o'clock at present, I'd give you a quick, hard fucking followed by a stern whipping. I'd love to introduce you to our hosts with a red, welted ass and my cum dripping down your legs. But we'd better get downstairs. We have a long weekend ahead of us."
I led Courtney down the stairwell by the leash, her bare feet carefully navigating the steps, and we then walked into the parlor. Master William was there, looking regal in a smoking jacket, standing next to the gorgeous Slave Shelly dressed in a leather thong, a leather bra with holes cut out to expose her pierced nipples, and wearing a collar and cuffs.
"I approve, Master Tim," William said when he saw me lead Courtney into the room by her leash.
"You've got the makings of a fine master, given your wise decision to deprive your slave of any clothing. While all slaves should be regularly displayed naked, total nudity is especially becoming for your lovely slave."
He reached over and gave Courtney a playful tweak on her nipple. She blushed, but the nipple tellingly hardened. Master William laughed.
It was at that point that I noticed the two other couples in the room, all attractive and seemingly in their late 20s to early 30s. While the men, Chris and Ron, were dressed in business casual attire, their slaves--while both beautiful--seemed a bit overdressed given the occasion.
Denise wore a pair of silk pajamas, the long-sleeved top showing just a hint of cleavage, while her pajama pants went all the way down to her ankles. She did, at least, have a collar buckled around her neck.
Mia wore a teddy, showing more skin than Denise, but hardly qualifying as BDSM gear. She also had a basic leather collar around her neck, as well as basic cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Master William then asked for everyone's attention.
"Welcome to our Training Course, and thank you for entrusting us with your comfort and care for the weekend. I think you will find your stay here to be transformative. Before we talk about the agenda for the weekend, let's begin with introductions.
"I am Master William and this is my slave Shelly. We have been happily married for eleven years, and have each practiced the BDSM lifestyle for about twenty years. Shelly is an excellent slave, and an excellent trainer. And," he said as he smiled and patted her ass, "she also has excellent sexual skills. If some of you are very lucky, you may find that out for yourselves this weekend." Shelly smiled, and seemed to beam with pride.
At this point, Shelly asked the three male guests to introduce themselves and their partners, and to talk about their experience in the lifestyle, and what they hoped to get out of the weekend.
"I'm Chris, and this is Denise. We've been married for just over a year, and while we are interested in slave/master stuff, we really have not done too much of it. I've tied Denise down a few times, but I've never spanked her or anything like that."
"I see," said Master William. "Chris, tell us about your slave's body."
Chris and Denise both blushed. "Umm, well, Denise has a really nice body. Umm ..." Chris mumbled.
"Yes, yes, but tell us about it. What do you like about it?" asked William.
"Umm, I like her long legs. Umm ..." Chris was clearly not comfortable talking about his wife's body in front of strangers.
"Okay, okay. That's fine, Chris. The weekend is young. Let's move on," said William.
"Ron, tell us about you and Mia." Ron seemed a bit more at ease than Chris, but still a little unsure of himself.
"Mia and I have been married for eight years, and have just gotten interested in bondage in the past two. We've really enjoyed hog-ties and the like, but would like to take it to another level."
"Ron," said William, "tell us about Mia's body."
"Mia's beautiful, as you can see," said Ron. "I love her body, especially her ... her ... butt. I love taking her from behind."
"Good, good. Thanks for sharing, Ron. I know its not easy, but we'll all get more comfortable with each other as the weekend progresses. That is a good start."
"Tim," said Master William, "Now its your turn. Tell us about your lovely, naked slave girl."
I decided to further demonstrate my potential as a master by providing much more detailed answers to William's inquiries than the others. I stood next to Courtney, holding on to her leash, and stated that we'd been married for five years, and that since discovering BDSM, our sex life had been brought back to life.
"And, since I know Master William is interested in Courtney's body, I will describe it for you."
I moved behind Courtney, and cupped her full breasts in both hands, fingering her hardening nipples. Courtney was blushing, but I could tell she was getting hot.