The Retreat Ch. 06

The Retreat

Chapter 6

Sara woke feeling rested and energetic. She was alone when she woke up, but it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. She went to the bathroom, vaguely wondering where Gail was, and began preparing for the day. Her image reflecting in the mirror wasn't as haggard as it was yesterday. She still looked a bit tired, but she did just wake up after all. She made a goofy face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue, and laughed at the silliness of it all. She certainly FELT better, and that was a good thing.

After she had cleaned up and gotten dressed, well, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, she wondered what to do about breakfast. And coffee. Should she call up room service again?

No, she shook her head.

She decided it was time to get out of her room for a bit. She opened the door to the hallway and stepped out. Somehow doing that made her feel like she was on an adventure. She was on her own and had a huge mansion to explore. But her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. She looked down the hall one way, then the other.

Where was that Cafe? She thought, looking up and down the hall.

Well, I suppose one direction is as good as another she shrugged and set off to the right. She hadn't gone far when she encountered one of the serving staff.

"Excuse me. Can you please point me in the direction of the Cafe? I seem to be lost," she said, stopping an older man walking by with a pile of towels in his arms.

"Allow me to show you the way, Ma'am. Right this way, if you please." He said in a good-natured tone, bobbing his head as he spoke. He turned around and jerked his head to indicate that she should follow. As they walked, the man began to make small talk, clearly in an attempt to make Sara feel at ease.

"I haven't seen you around before, you must be new here. My name is Duncan," he said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sara," Sara replied and offered her hand.

Duncan looked at her with an amused expression. It took her a moment to understand, and she blushed in embarrassment. Duncan just winked at her and continued.

"It's always good to see new faces around here. Far too few of them these days," he said, shaking his head sadly.

"Not like the old days. Every room here was filled. The House was near to bursting with people coming and going. No Ma'am, not like the old days at all. But Mistress Leah, now. She's been turning this place around. Working hard on recruiting I hear. Yes, Ma'am. Mistress Leah, She'll fix this place right up. Return the ol' place to its former glory. Yes, Ma'am..."

Duncan barely stopped talking. Sara was content to listen and be led to the Cafe. Duncan has been working here for 53 years. His parents, and their parents before them as well. He was the third generation, and likely his children (of which he had 3, two boys and a girl) would work here as well, or so he hoped. He had a fondness for this place and seemed to have a special fondness for Leah as well. And so they walked, Duncan rambling on and Sara listening. Soon they arrived at their destination.

"Here we are, Ma'am. The Cafe," Duncan announced, taking a small bow with his arms still full of towels. It was so comical, that Sara had to hold back a laugh. Instead, she replied in mock severity.

"Thank you for your service my good sir," she said with a small bow.

When she was upright again, she grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Duncan's wide grin seemed to split his face in two.

"Thank you, Ma'am. It is my pleasure! Thank you!" he beamed.

When he returned back the way they had come, Sara noticed a definite bounce to his step. She shook her head, and let out a chuckle at the adorable little man, then stepped into the Cafe.

The enticing smells of food hit her nostrils and reminded her that she was hungry. She glanced around and found a Buffet had been laid out along one of the walls. She made a beeline for it and grabbed a plate. Chafing dishes with eggs, bacon, ham, sausages, pancakes, waffles, and more. Platters with fruits, vegetables, cereals, pastries, etc. Everything anyone could want for a nice breakfast was neatly laid out. Sara made her way down the line, eyeing everything before settling on some bacon, scrambled eggs, and some toast.

She turned around and picked out a nearby table. Not that there wasn't plenty of seating available. Most of the tables were empty. A few scattered people sat, mostly alone with their thoughts and their breakfast. On each of the tables sat a small pitcher of orange juice, another of milk, and a carafe of Coffee. Sara settled herself down, pouring herself a cup of coffee before starting into her breakfast. She didn't get too far into it though, when she noticed Carl enter the room. He seemed to have spotted her right away and headed straight for her.

"Good morning!" he said brightly as he drew close,

"Sara wasn't it? May I?" he gestured to a chair and sat down before Sara could respond.

He looked young, maybe early 20's. His dark shaggy hair had the carefully sculpted look of having just jumped out of bed. His blue eyes sparkled as if he saw something funny no one else did.

He is cute. Not exactly my type though Sara thought, eyeing him as he sat.

"How's it going?" he asked once he was seated,

"What do you think of the place so far?"

"I'm still getting used to things though. So far it's been great though. Everyone has been super nice, and I think I can be comfortable here," Sara replied.

"Good! Glad to hear it! Look, some of us are going to watch a movie later. You are free to come join us if you'd like, " he said,

"Might be good to meet some new people and make some friends. Makes things a little easier to deal with, if you know what I mean. It can get a little much sometimes."

"Thank you. I think I would like that," Sara smiled.

"Great! Five-thirty tonight, in the Theater," he said standing up.

"Oh, and here," he pulled out a folded sheet of paper and pushed it at her.

"It's a map. You'll probably need it for the first few weeks. My Handler had it made for me when I first got here. I don't have a head for directions," he laughed.

"I'll let you finish your breakfast. See you later!"

Sara grinned as she watched him walk away.

He certainly has a nice ass though she mused and tucked the map into the pocket of her robe before resuming her breakfast.

Thanks to the map she was able to return to her room without much issue. She noticed an envelope on the desk as she entered. Frowning slightly, she picked it up and examined it.

Sara was written on the front with an elegant hand. She quickly opened it, and removed the folded letter inside.

Sara,

Your clothes have been finished and have been put away inside the wardrobe. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here when you woke. I figured you went to breakfast at the Cafe. I will stop by sometime this afternoon to check in on you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'm number 3 on the phone.

P. S. I took the liberty of picking out an assortment of toys for you. They can be found in the case under the bed. Have fun ;)

- Gail

Sara chuckled as she set the letter back on the desk, Gail certainly was a sweetheart. She put down the letter and opened the wardrobe. As comfortable as the bathrobe was, she wanted to wear some real clothes for a change. Inside she found a large collection of dresses, gowns, nighties, swimsuits, and more. Formal gowns in several colors and styles, silk by the feel of them. Fancy ballroom dresses, cute sexy little teddies. She even found several pairs of leggings, baggy sweatpants, jeans, and plain simple t-shirts. Everything she would ever need, for any occasion.

She settled on a pair of gray leggings and a simple black t-shirt. Nothing fancy, but comfortable. Everything fit her perfectly. Even the bra was exactly the right cup size. She couldn't remember when she last felt this comfortable. She admired herself in the mirror set inside the door and decided she looked super cute. She felt cute too.

As she was checking herself out, she heard a knock on the door. She turned as it opened and was surprised to see Leah enter. She half expected Gail, but certainly not the woman who started this whole thing.

"Good morning! I see that your clothes have been finished. Julie does know her work. Everything is satisfactory I presume?" Leah asked.

"Leah! Yes, everything is wonderful! Thank you. Please come in, and have a seat," Sara said and gestured toward the table.

"What's up? Got a new job for me?" she said, half jokingly.

She kinda wanted another assignment. Especially since she remembered the last one, and felt her face heat up as she did.

Leah's laugh was musical as she sat down,

"Yes I do have a job for you, but it's not until later tonight. Gail will fill you in. But that's not why I came. I wanted to check up on you and see how you were holding up so far," she said.

"Oh, I'm doing great!" Sara exclaimed happily as she sat down.

"Everyone has been so wonderful. Gail especially has been an absolute gem."

"Wonderful! We do our very best to try to match our Contractors with our Handlers. I trust she has been helping you through any of the negative side effects of your last session?" she asked, with genuine concern in her voice.

"Oh yes! I feel like I can trust her completely. She really has been great," Sara said, her face heating again as she remembered just HOW great.

"I think we are going to be dear friends before too much longer."

"I suspected as much," Leah grinned, a knowing look in her eye.

"She's a special one for sure. I know we didn't have too much time last time we talked. Was there anything you needed from me? Anything I can do to help make your transition easier?"

"Well... I wouldn't mind having a couch and maybe some chairs... I seem to have more guests than I thought I would as a sex slave" Sara said with a laugh.

"Yes, of course," Leah said, with a slight tightening around her mouth.

She apparently didn't appreciate the joke as much as Sara did.

"But please... you aren't a sex slave. You are a Contractor. I know you were joking," she held up a hand to forestall Sara's apology.

"It's the connotations of that term that bother me. Remember, you are here freely, and not held against your will. If you wanted to, you could leave right now. Of course, you would forfeit everything..." she trailed off.

"Oh no! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just..." Sara stammered.

"No worries my dear. It's quite alright. Sometimes I take this place a little too seriously," Leah said with a renewed grin.

"But I will certainly see that you get what you need to accommodate guests."

With that, she stood up.

"Please, don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything. Anything at all. My job here is to see that you have no want for anything..." she hesitated, biting her lower lips,

"And if you would like... additional comforting, I will be happy to accommodate, " she said shyly, blushing slightly.

The implications were not lost on Sara. Her face felt hot again. Her whole body felt hot. In fact, her pussy felt a little tingle at the prospect.

"Of course," Sara said eagerly.

A little too eager she thought, but felt excited about the prospect all the same.

Leah gave Sara a quick little hug and made her goodbyes as Sara walked her to the door. After she had left, Sara fell back against the door almost giddy with the idea of getting to play with Leah again. She moved to the bed and lay down, a little fantasy playing out in her mind of Leah sitting on her face rubbing her pussy against her mouth, Leah gasping as Sara licked her clit...

Her thoughts were interrupted as a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it now?" She growled under her breath, annoyed that her little fantasy was interrupted.

"Come in," she called, and no one answered.

Feeling a bit annoyed, she climbed out of the bed and moved to open the door, but something on the floor caught her eye. She stopped and found an envelope had been slid under the door. Curious, she bent to pick it up.

The envelope bore no name on the outside, and no other markings that she could see. Frowning, she opened it, took out the letter, and read.

Sara,

Things are not as they seem, and people aren't who they seem to be.

Be cautious and be careful.

No signature and no other markings to indicate who it might be from. She was confused, and beginning to feel a little scared.

What is this? Is this some sort of joke? Is this some sort of hazing thing? I'll bet Carl is behind this she thought.

Carl did seem the type to pull a prank like this. She considered tearing the letter up and forgetting about it. But something didn't sit right with her.

Was this a warning of some kind? What does it mean? The thoughts swirled in her head.

She needed to sit and think. She sat down again on the bed, puzzling over what the letter had meant.

She was brought out of her thoughts when another knock came and the door opened. It was Gail this time. Sara felt relief. Her imagination had conjured dark shadowy figures coming to take her away. She jumped up and rushed to Gail, throwing her arms around her.

"Oh dear! What's wrong?" Gail asked, her voice full of worry, fear, and an edge of panic.

"Did someone hurt you? What happened?"

Sara didn't respond right away. She just wanted to hold Gail and feel safe.

"It's... nothing, I just need a hug," Sara said after a few moments.

"There, there. It's going to be okay dear," Gail murmured, squeezing her tightly.

"Everything will be okay. I know it can be overwhelming. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."

"Thank you," Sara said, reluctantly pulling herself back.

"I'm sorry. I let my mind wander, and started to freak myself out."

"I understand. I've been there before. Come on, have a seat and tell me all about it," Gail said as she guided Sara to the bed.

They both sat down and Sara began a story about feeling scared, alone, and trapped. Some of it was true, but after that letter, she wasn't sure if she could fully trust Gail anymore. That idea made Sara sad. She really had come to like this woman and felt a fondness for her. Their having sex earlier only helped reinforce that feeling. She still didn't know what to make of that letter. Maybe it was a joke. She decided until she saw or heard otherwise, she would treat it as a stupid prank. She immediately felt better and told Gail as much.

"Good. I'm glad I could help. Now, you have another client for tonight," Gail said.

"Oh. Leah already told me. She wouldn't tell me what exactly though," Sara confessed.

"Of course. Well, tonight won't be as intense as last time I'm afraid. The client just wants to watch you masturbate. He doesn't want to touch or be touched. Just wants to watch you pleasure yourself until he is satisfied," Gail explained.

"That's it? He just wants to watch me masturbate?" Sara said, feeling more than a little skeptical.

"It's his thing," Gail shrugged.

"We don't judge. We just accommodate. But if you want my advice..."

Sara nodded.

"Well, just try to focus on yourself. Forget anyone is even in the room. Do what feels good for YOU. You'll find you'll have much more fun, and it'll go much better than it would if you were worried about making him happy," Gail said.

"That makes sense," Sara said thoughtfully.

"We still have a couple of hours if you'd like to get ready. He has no particulars about anything, so feel free to wear whatever you want." Gail paused and looked away.

"If you'd like me to help with your hair and makeup..."

"I would love that!" Sara said excitedly, Giving Gail's hand a quick squeeze.

"You can help me pick out something to wear!"

Sara bounded to the wardrobe and threw open the door laughing. Gail followed shaking her head and chuckling. They spent the next hour giggling, trying on dresses and gowns, and behaving like high school girls at a sleepover. Eventually though, through the jokes and laughter, Sara had settled on a short black cocktail dress.

The silk dress seemed to form itself to her body. It hinted at everything and left little for the imagination. She looked drop-dead gorgeous. Gail had done her hair up simply, but elegantly in a ponytail. A worked silver barret held it in place. She had found a simple silver chain with a small ruby pendant that hung between her breasts. Her makeup looked as if it wasn't even there, yet highlighted her lips and cheeks in such a way that it looked as if she had been born that way.

Sara was speechless. She had never looked so beautiful before. She always considered herself to be moderately attractive, but this was a whole new level. Gail stood off the the side absolutely glowing with pride. Sara thought she caught the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

"It's time," Gail said smiling brightly.

She led Sara down the hall to the room where she was to perform. Gail stopped and held her by the shoulders for a moment.

"You are so beautiful," She whispered.

"Now get in there and have some fun. Remember, just do what feels good for you."

She gave Sara a final quick hug and opened the door. Sara stepped into the dimly lit room and looked around. This was far from a cold empty dungeon. It was furnished in the style of the House, and had the look of a study to it. A fireplace was set into one wall. A high-backed leather chair in front of it turned to face a large desk standing at the back. Next to the chair was a low table with a tray of various dildos and vibrators neatly laid out. Sara could make out the silhouette of a man sitting at the desk.

That must be him. she thought and started toward the desk.

"Welcome. Please have a seat. There, by the fireplace so I can see you," the man said.

He had an aristocratic English accent. It reminded her of Pride and Prejudice. She moved to the chair and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her.

"Please. Whenever you are ready," he said.

Sara just sat there feeling awkward for a minute. Then she remembered what Gail had told her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She tried recalling the fantasy from earlier with Leah, but the image kept fluttering away. She switched to Gail and her having sex from yesterday, but even that didn't seem to hold. She could feel the man's eyes boring into her. It started to make her skin crawl. She several more deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves and empty her mind. She started to relax a bit. She let her mind wander, and with a smile, she began to imagine a new scenario. Images of Gail, Leah, and her in a three-way began filtering in. She felt her body respond and begin to relax, so she let it play out.

It didn't take long before her breathing began to quicken and her pussy began to throb.

She let her hands move up to her breasts and fondle them. The pleasure as she teased her nipples and squeezed her breasts through her dress flowed over her in waves. She uncrossed her legs as she felt her pussy begin to get wet. She slid one hand down her body, shivering as it brushed over her belly and onto her thigh. She gasped softly as she gently ran her fingertips up her inner thigh, hinting and teasing at her pussy. The scene in her head was driving her wild and making her whole body begin to tingle.

She watched as Gail licked Leah's clit. Leah's back arched in pleasure and moaning in ecstasy. She felt her hand caressing her body, but it seemed like it belonged to someone else. She threw herself into the imagery in her mind and let it control her body. She began to feel as if she was watching someone else. She felt herself slip the dress down her body. Felt the silk sliding across her breasts as she released them. Her hands moved of their own accord and began to squeeze and fondle them as she moaned in pleasure.

She imagined Leah kneeling before Gail, slowly fingering her pussy as she sat on Gail's face. Her tongue flicking her clit. She felt her own clit being rubbed and flicked at the same time. She heard a moan come from her own throat, as she imagined Gail moaning to Leah's fingers inside her.

This sensation felt otherworldly. She could feel herself masturbating. Feel her fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, but it also felt as if it was someone else's body. That she was just along for the ride. She was enjoying it though. The images flashed through her mind as her body responded and acted accordingly. She forgot where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, and just focused on the intense pleasure she was feeling.

She watched Gail kneeling before her now, eating her pussy. Her moans became louder now as she approached orgasm. She almost felt Leah kissing her as she came. Her breathing came fast and hard as the orgasm ripped through her. She fell back into the chair, out of breath and panting. But the movie playing in her head didn't stop, and neither did her hands.

Now she was eating Leah's pussy. She could almost taste her on her tongue as she sent wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her. She heard Gail's gasps and moans as Gail ground her pussy against hers. Another orgasm swept through her as she sat rubbing her clit in the chair. She heard her cries of pleasure as the porn in her head continued to play out. She never wanted this to end.

Each new scene played out in her mind was acted out in her body. Leah fingering her while Gail sucked her clit sent her into a series of orgasms. It felt as if she hadn't stopped cumming for a while now, and she couldn't stop now.

Gail off to the side fingering herself as Leah and Sara were locked in a 69. Both of them twitching and cumming as they licked and sucked on each other. Sara bent over, furiously rubbing her pussy as Gail tongued her ass. Gail and Leah scissored, their cries filling Sara's ears while she rode a dildo next to them, a hand on their breasts, squeezing as they came. She felt herself cum again at the same time. She didn't know when she started with the dildo but didn't care. She just wanted to keep cumming over and over again for these women.

Leah was fucking her while wearing a strap-on. Her breasts heaving and bouncing as her hips thrust the dildo deep inside her. Gail was behind Leah, also with a strap-on, fucking Leah. The orgasm that tore through her almost lost the scene, but she quickly recovered. Now she was in the middle. Gail's legs spread out wide before her, the dildo Leah wore buried in her ass. She didn't know who was screaming and didn't care. The orgasms were intense.

"Stop!"

The command came from nowhere and cut through the movies playing out in her head. It was a man's voice.

Where did he come from? Sara thought, then suddenly remembered.

She was in the room masturbating for this man. She didn't know how much time had passed. She opened her eyes to find herself lying on the floor. Her body was slick with sweat. Several toys lay discarded on the floor beside her. She didn't exactly remember using them, but she must have. The only thing she really did remember was cumming hard, and cumming often. She had lost track of how and when but didn't care at that moment.

"Thank you. You may go now," the man said, interrupting her thoughts.

Sara picked herself up off the ground with some small effort. Her legs felt a little weak, and she felt a little shaky. She glanced around and found her dress tossed on the chair. She gathered it up and walked toward the door. She turned back to the man sitting at the desk. He hadn't moved and didn't speak further. She didn't know if she should say something, or even what to say if she did. So she smiled, nodded, and stepped out into the hall.

The bright lights blinded her for a moment. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, and when they did, they found Gail standing before her smiling brightly.

"You did well!" she said proudly.

"See, I told you it would be fun. You certainly seemed to have a good time," Gail said with a wink.

"But let's get you back and cleaned up. You can tell me all about it."

"I took your advice and thought of something else," Sara laughed and clung tight to Gail.

"I couldn't help myself after that."

Arm in arm, they headed back to Sara's room giggling like school girls. Sara couldn't WAIT to tell Gail all about it.