TESSA 6 - The Resort - Good Morning
Coffee.
You awoke to the wonderful smell of coffee being poured. Two collared women had entered your room to gently wake you, unlocking you from the chain, and briefing you on the morning ahead.
“Breakfast will be in the main hall.” Said one of the women, setting a china cup on a saucer. “Diane is completing her service today, so she’ll be receiving a ‘farewell’ whipping in front of the group. You’ll have a bit of time to freshen up - we’ll come and get you.”
The Great Hall was great, indeed. Fine wooden tables and chairs, set out in front of a theater-like stage. There were about 14 nude women seated at the tables, many of them already eating. The breakfast was a ‘Leiage waffle’ with syrup, and a fresh fruit cup. It was delicious!
The only exception was the fat woman named ‘April’ at an adjacent table, who was eating a single pancake. A small glass beaker filled with sperm would serve as her syrup. Rather than coffee and orange juice, April’s glass was filled from a small pitcher filled with urine.
“She’s on a diet.” The woman across from you giggled.
There were also nude men wearing collars in the room, two of them working as servers. The man who brought out your waffle had his cock encased in a metal chastity cage. When he turned, a small bell hanging from a chain hooked to an anal plug made a delightful tinkle.
The other man serving on the far side of the room was walking bent over, with a wooden ‘humbler’ pulling his cock and balls back between his legs. He was also hobbled, forcing him to take small steps. His rear was striped and bruised.
The woman who had welcomed you to the resort took the stage, and greeted everyone. “As you all know, Diane will be reluctantly heading back home today, having completed her fifth visit to our facility!” Polite applause, as a tall, thin woman with small breasts joined her on stage. “As is our tradition, six of the best from a single tail - along with a special treat!”
A third woman crawled out from just off stage, and sat at the base of a massive whipping post. Diane was led smiling to the post, her crotch directly on the young woman’s face as her wrists were secured to heavy rings above.
Marco walked out, cock and balls exposed, carrying a whip. “Lick.” He ordered. The woman seated in front of Diane complied. Diane moaned. Marco reared back and let loose with the whip. A sharp stripe quickly appeared on Diane’s back.
“One! Thank you! May I have another, please?” Called out Diane. Marco delivered. Each stroke was delivered harshly, followed by a count, thanks, and request for another. The last stroke landed directly on top of the first stroke, causing Diane to shriek in pain.
“Thank you so much for my deserved discipline, Sir.” Diane wept.
“My pleasure.” Marco smiled, rolling up the whip and leaving the stage.
Diane would remain secured to the post for another 15 minutes, enjoying the kisses and licks of the young woman honoring her cunt.
You looked out the window, and saw a young woman cuffed, and being led by a man out to a black box. The woman appeared to be crying. The man unfastened a latch, lifted the box up and open, and made the woman squat inside the box. The box was then closed, and fastened shut. The man walked away.
“What’s that?” You said, nudging a woman next to you.
“That’s the sweat box.” Was the whispered answer. “You don’t want to know.” The woman quickly looked back down at her food, as the woman who had introduced Diane onstage came to the table.
“Tessa!” The woman began. “I hope you’re enjoying your breakfast. When you’re through, I’d like to see you in the administration office, just so we can make sure all’s going well. See you then!” She then headed out of the Great Hall.
From the stage, Diane began to moan as the woman licking her pussy brought her to orgasm.
You awoke to the wonderful smell of coffee being poured. Two collared women had entered your room to gently wake you, unlocking you from the chain, and briefing you on the morning ahead.
“Breakfast will be in the main hall.” Said one of the women, setting a china cup on a saucer. “Diane is completing her service today, so she’ll be receiving a ‘farewell’ whipping in front of the group. You’ll have a bit of time to freshen up - we’ll come and get you.”
The Great Hall was great, indeed. Fine wooden tables and chairs, set out in front of a theater-like stage. There were about 14 nude women seated at the tables, many of them already eating. The breakfast was a ‘Leiage waffle’ with syrup, and a fresh fruit cup. It was delicious!
The only exception was the fat woman named ‘April’ at an adjacent table, who was eating a single pancake. A small glass beaker filled with sperm would serve as her syrup. Rather than coffee and orange juice, April’s glass was filled from a small pitcher filled with urine.
“She’s on a diet.” The woman across from you giggled.
There were also nude men wearing collars in the room, two of them working as servers. The man who brought out your waffle had his cock encased in a metal chastity cage. When he turned, a small bell hanging from a chain hooked to an anal plug made a delightful tinkle.
The other man serving on the far side of the room was walking bent over, with a wooden ‘humbler’ pulling his cock and balls back between his legs. He was also hobbled, forcing him to take small steps. His rear was striped and bruised.
The woman who had welcomed you to the resort took the stage, and greeted everyone. “As you all know, Diane will be reluctantly heading back home today, having completed her fifth visit to our facility!” Polite applause, as a tall, thin woman with small breasts joined her on stage. “As is our tradition, six of the best from a single tail - along with a special treat!”
A third woman crawled out from just off stage, and sat at the base of a massive whipping post. Diane was led smiling to the post, her crotch directly on the young woman’s face as her wrists were secured to heavy rings above.
Marco walked out, cock and balls exposed, carrying a whip. “Lick.” He ordered. The woman seated in front of Diane complied. Diane moaned. Marco reared back and let loose with the whip. A sharp stripe quickly appeared on Diane’s back.
“One! Thank you! May I have another, please?” Called out Diane. Marco delivered. Each stroke was delivered harshly, followed by a count, thanks, and request for another. The last stroke landed directly on top of the first stroke, causing Diane to shriek in pain.
“Thank you so much for my deserved discipline, Sir.” Diane wept.
“My pleasure.” Marco smiled, rolling up the whip and leaving the stage.
Diane would remain secured to the post for another 15 minutes, enjoying the kisses and licks of the young woman honoring her cunt.
You looked out the window, and saw a young woman cuffed, and being led by a man out to a black box. The woman appeared to be crying. The man unfastened a latch, lifted the box up and open, and made the woman squat inside the box. The box was then closed, and fastened shut. The man walked away.
“What’s that?” You said, nudging a woman next to you.
“That’s the sweat box.” Was the whispered answer. “You don’t want to know.” The woman quickly looked back down at her food, as the woman who had introduced Diane onstage came to the table.
“Tessa!” The woman began. “I hope you’re enjoying your breakfast. When you’re through, I’d like to see you in the administration office, just so we can make sure all’s going well. See you then!” She then headed out of the Great Hall.
From the stage, Diane began to moan as the woman licking her pussy brought her to orgasm.
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