 Jeff steals a furtive glance over at his tight lipped wife as she resolutely stares out of the window, completely lost and oblivious to the beautiful Scottish scenery flashing past, her own thoughts preoccupying her. As he refocuses his attention back on the road ahead, Jeff's thoughts turn to just how difficult a task it had been to get his wife to agree to his choice of vacation for a change, she had fought against the idea like the proverbial hellcat, but had soon realised it was to no avail, no amount of tears and tantrums, feminine wiles or indeed any amount of play acting on her part could shake his resolve this time, his mind was set. In the two days since their vacation had started, all she had proceeded to do was to complain about even the smallest of trivialities, nothing had met with her satisfaction and she had left him in no doubt whatsoever of what she considered to be his many faults and shortcomings. A slight smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he wonders just what his dear wife will make of their final destination, which is now fast approaching.
As they drive around yet another curve in the road, Jeff is stunned by the sight that meets his eyes, and at the same time hears an audible gasp from his wife. The brochure and literature that he had enthusiastically perused prior to the holiday had failed to capture just how breathtakingly spectacular the 'holiday home' was to be. The castle rises up tall, proud and defiant from its island home in the deepest part of the loch, its centuries old mottled grey walls dark and foreboding against the red, orange and pink hues of the sunset framing its ghostly austere silhouette, as the silver water shimmers and dances all around it, as though alive. It all serves to add to the aurora of eeriness that seems to emanate from the very castle itself.
Grace leans over, a sardonic smile on her face, "How quaint, a themed holiday! Surely, you can't expect me to spend our vacation there, do you?" Jeff bristles visibly at the harsh sarcastic tone in her voice, but turns and steadfastly holds her gaze, clear blue eyes cold and hard as steel, "I expect you to do just that dear, and what's more I expect you to be courteous, gracious and respectful to our host at all times." Grace made a noise that sounds like half laugh, half snort of derision.
Quick as a flash Jeff's hand shoots out and grabs her chin, tilting her head, forcing her to look at him, "If you like your privileged position in life as my wife and all that entails you will do as you are told, for if not, when we return home, you will find yourself divorced, and back on the street with only the clothes you came to me in. It is high time you learned to behave as a wife should and not some spoilt, over indulged child!" Grace shudders at his words, the strident tone coupled with the dark look on her husband's face telling her that he means every word of it.
Tentatively, she asks, "What do you mean…behave?" Jeff releases her chin and sighs heavily, "The choice is simple, Grace, either you can spend some time here learning to be the wife I want you to be, that indeed we both know you can be, instead of the spiteful, materialistic bitch that our marriage seems to have created, or you can face me across the divorce court."
Grace shrinks back from his stinging words as if she has been physically slapped; she knew she had been pushing the boundaries of her luck lately, but really this was just too much. However, she also knew that as far as she was concerned divorce wasn't an option; Jeff was one of the founding partners in one of the largest and most prestigious law firms in the States and very influential; she wouldn't stand a chance against him in court. He would be true to his word and see she would be stripped of everything, right down to her pride and dignity.
Grudgingly, Grace nods her acceptance of his terms; angrily brushing away the hand he lays on her leg in an attempt to placate her.
"You'll see that this is for the best, it will be hard, but it will be worth it."
Grace looks at her husband wryly, the tears of anger and frustration welling up in her eyes, "I just don't understand why you are planning to put me through this!"
Jeff takes Grace's hand tenderly in his, "That's not important now, but you will understand before you leave here, I promise. Now let's get over there and not keep our host waiting any longer. There will be a short meeting, after which my dear, I will be leaving you in his capable hands, but you can be sure that I will be kept well informed of your progress, however, you will not see me for the next 30 days."
Grace's protest dies on her lips, silenced by a look from her husband and with a sinking heart knows it is futile to pursue the matter further. Jeff brings the car to a halt at a space in the roadside, throws his door open and rounds the car opening Grace's. He holds out his hand to her as she takes a deep breath, rolls her eyes and slips her hand into his. Jeff starts to lead the way down a trail, leading to the edge of the loch, when he feels her tug on his hand.
"Wait…my luggage," she stammers.
He smiles knowingly at her, "You'll have no need for luggage on this trip." They continue down the trail approaching what appears to be a small jetty with a row boat moored at the end of it. Without the slightest hesitation Jeff jumps into it, sending the boat rocking precariously, the wash splashing up the wooden sides, and starts to untie the ropes, before holding out his hand to Grace again, as he notes her reluctance, "Don't back out on me now."
In answer Grace steps into the boat, carefully placing herself on the tiny seat. She is unexpectedly rewarded with Jeff flashing the first genuine smile at her that Grace has seen in too many months to mention, as he rolls up his shirt sleeves and begins to row, his toned body straining, muscles rippling as he fights against the current, his large hands skilfully working the oars as the sweat gathers on his brow and drips from his chest.
As the castle looms in the distance, Grace feels her mouth go dry, her head swim, and her heart pound wildly as though trying to escape from her chest and her stomach somersault, but no matter how hard she tries to deny it there is also a rather thrilling feeling of anticipation, excitement and the fear of the unknown. It is a heady mix, but female intuition advises her that if she enters the castle towering above her, life is never going to be the same again.
A fresh wave of panic threatens to engulf Grace as she suddenly feels the boat come to rest on the shore bank of the remote island, the castle rising above her more imposing and intimidating than ever. With almost indecent haste Jeff pulls her from her sitting position, scooping her up into his arms and striding through the shallow water, before depositing her on the sandy shoreline.
After completing an exhausting ascent of the steep, winding, well worn stone steps up to the castle and entering through the ornate wrought iron and wooden door at the top, Jeff and Grace are quickly ushered from the magnificent entrance hall to a spacious study and met at the door by a tall, large, imposing man whom Grace estimates correctly to be in his early forties.
"Welcome, to the Lair," he smiles. Grace shivers, astutely noticing the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He gestures them towards a group of chairs, closely placed together, where the trio proceed to sit. After the obligatory polite introductions and a little small talk, Master Dusk turns his attention to Grace.
"Well Grace, I believe that your husband has already outlined our programme here and that you to all intents and purposes have agreed to it?" Grace can only nod quietly, the strange circumstances rendering her unusually speechless. "Good, we are off to a great start then. Now I just want to go over it once more, just to make sure we all understand each other, then get your signatures before moving on to your training."
He hands copies of a contract to both Jeff and Grace, while keeping hold of one for reference.
"Grace, be warned nothing about your training here will come easily. At the Lair we will stop at nothing to strip you of everything you have ever learned about your place in life, your sexuality, your beliefs about a woman's role in this society, in other words, remould you into a completely new person."
Grace shifts nervously in her chair re-crossing her long, shapely legs, as she wonders if indeed she does want to become a new person. As it was, she didn't see anything really wrong with the person she was, but for once she bites her tongue and remains quiet, knowing that the choice was either this 'training' as they called it, or divorce and in her mind divorce was far from an option, although it was starting to look like it might be the easier one of the two.
Master Dusk returns his attention back to Jeff. "You will give us complete permission to do anything we wish with your wife, to use her in any way we deem fit, to change her physical as well as mental appearance as we see fit, yes? Of course, Grace will have to give her permission for this too."
Jeff doesn't hesitate for a second, "Absolutely." He ignores the filthy look Grace throws his way, along with the indignant sounding groan.
Master Dusk continues. "Grace, once you sign these papers, you become the property of the Lair for the length of time specified by your contract. You will do as you are told, when you are told, how you are told. Punishment is swift and severe for ANY infringement or failure to follow the rules. This is not country club, nor is it a fun filled retreat. You are here at your husband's request to be transformed into a pleasing submissive creature eager to fulfil her Master's every desire and your life will be all the richer for your efforts. But the transformation will be difficult for you to say the least."
Grace looks from Master Dusk to her husband, squirming nervously, a faint sheen of sweat beginning to break out on her skin. How bad could it be? After all, even as mad as Jeff had been with her over the last few months he would not allow them to hurt her, would he?
Master Dusk's voice cuts into her thoughts. "In short, Grace, the staff here will be addressed by you as Master or Mistress. You will for all purposes be a complete and total slave, here to serve, to learn, and be used in any way imaginable and in many more ways that you can't imagine. There is no get out clause in your contract, no loophole; it is binding, for 30 days, with your husband's consent you will belong to the Lair. Do you understand?" He looks at both of them, gauging their reaction as he waits upon their final decision; after all it wouldn't be the first time a couple had taken flight from his study in sheer terror.
Grace squirms, looking to Jeff her eyes bright with unshed tears, silently pleading with him to take her away from this place. Gently he reaches over and touches her cheek.
"Nothing comes easy, Grace, but I expect you to give your all to this, no half measures, it's all or nothing, and to be returned to me a new creature. One we will both be proud of."
A tear escapes and rolls down her cheek as she meekly murmurs a barely audible, "yes," and looks away. Jeff removes his hand from her soft cheek knowing that her tears are out of self pity rather than any true remorse for her recent behaviour. Grace is also acutely aware that she has given him some major headaches in the past but even in her present predicament she still can't help but stubbornly think that it is partly Jeff's fault too that she has turned into the person she has become. After all he helped change her into a very spoiled woman with all the riches, power and high living that came into her life along with him. To Grace, it feels as if he is delivering her to a jailer, punishing her as though it was a crime to be a bitch sometimes. The thought wells up in Grace's mind before she can push it away; it feels like he is delivering her body and soul into the hands of the very devil himself and into the fires of Hell.
Master Dusk holds out a pen.
"Are we ready to sign yet?"
Jeff accepts the pen and quickly signs, too quickly Grace thinks as he hands her the pen. She looks beseechingly to both of them, takes an extremely deep breath that visibly causes her chest to rise and fall, and scribbles a barely legible signature her hands are trembling so much. She thrusts the papers back towards Master Dusk as if in a hurry to be rid of them, lest she should change her mind and rip it to pieces.
Master Dusk rises from his chair, and quickly locks the contracts away in a file cabinet. "On your knees, slave!" He stands stock still, unmoving in front of a confused Grace. She jerks her head to the side, staring at Jeff in disbelief, sure her ears are deceiving her, but in the same instant Master Dusk takes firm hold of her chin, forcing her face back to him. "He is no longer your focus, slave, your only focus now is to do as you are told, and it would serve you better to do it well." The cruel tone of his voice leaves Grace in no mistake that if need be he would force his choice on her if she pushes it. She slides nervously from her chair to her knees, the unaccustomed action making her uncharacteristically clumsy.
"The first thing we are going to do for your husband Grace, is to strip away everything that you think is proper, so that we have a new and empty vessel to mould and shape for him. But understand that in as much as you will surely profit from your transformation, ultimately everything we are doing is for your husband, your Master. It is no longer about the spoiled, little bitch you have become."
Grace steals another glance at Jeff from her kneeling position on the floor, fuming inwardly at the wicked grin on his face. Her attention snaps back to Master Dusk as she realises he is still speaking.
"To begin with your name as you now know it will be replaced with a slave name and your husband has already done you the honour of choosing it. You will now be known as Destiny. Very apt on this occasion, wouldn't you agree?" Without waiting for an answer, he continues, "your name will be changed legally and you will never again answer to Grace." He pauses for a moment, allowing all that he has said sink in, "Thank Master Jeff for your new name slave!"
Taken by surprise at the callous tone, the slow realisation begins to dawn on Grace that her husband must have had more interaction with this vile place and this man than she had originally guessed. She jerks her head up from her submissive pose looking first from Master Dusk to her husband and back again, all the while spitting and hissing curses like a snarling wildcat, eyes flashing with temper, when this time Master Dusk grabs a fistful of her perfectly styled hair, causing her head to snap back painfully. "You've just earned yourself your first punishment, bitch!"
Grace yells as much in shock and indignation as in pain, "What the hell??" and tries to jerk away from him, but only succeeds in causing herself more pain when Master Dusk's grip holds fast, her hair tightly coiled around his fist. "Jeff!!" It is a demand for action, but to her complete irritation, Jeff remains motionless. "You can't treat me like this!! Jeff, do something!!" Grace's tone becomes more demanding, even threatening.
"On your feet, slave!" Master Dusk leaves Grace no choice in the matter. She is quite sure he would happily rip her damn hair out by its roots if she doesn't follow his lead. Her heart is now pounding in sheer fear. Just how her supposedly loving husband could calmly sit there and allow this was way beyond her. Suddenly through her anger she realises with a start Jeff looks like he is enjoying it all immensely! In one swift, well executed move, Master Dusk has strapped her wrists together behind her back, ignoring the steady stream of curses and pleadings that fall upon the deaf ears of her silent husband.
Grace stands as still as a statue, more out of shock than any form of obedience, as he replaces the exquisite and expensive diamond and ruby pendant hanging around her neck with an uncomfortable black leather collar, and attaches a four foot chained leash to the D-ring at the front of it. A strong tug on the leash forces Grace to follow him around the chairs to a padded railing at the back of the study.
How the hell could she have failed to notice this? Grace tries to pull against the chain, crying out in sudden panic, "Jeff!! Please stop this insanity! Godammit! Jeff! Have you taken leave of your senses?"
She is instantly silenced by Master Dusk's stern voice booming out, "That's more than enough from you, slave!" as he jerks roughly on the chain, pulling her across the railing, his large hand on the small of her back forcing her to bend over as he attaches the leash to a hook in the floor. Jeff smiles to himself; he couldn't deny thoroughly enjoying watching his wife's squirming ass as she fights against the inevitable. Grace's short, black designer skirt rides higher up, exposing more and more of the creamy, firm flesh of her thighs with every kick and scream. As much as he would have liked to have stepped up and taken over from Master Dusk, he was also taking great pleasure in watching his wife finally get what she had so richly long deserved.
Tears of defeat course down Grace's cheeks, running in little mascara streaked rivulets, as each of her ankles are fitted with matching leather cuffs and attached to the leg rail. She makes a half hearted attempt to struggle against the restraints but knows it is useless; Master Dusk has her well secured. Jeff adjusts his position to get a better view of his wife's first punishment. His already hard shaft throbbing painfully as his ears are treated to Grace's frantic squeals as Master Dusk unceremoniously tosses her skirt up and over her back while jerking her black silk panties down to her knees. He pulls a sharp knife from his pocket and quickly relieves her of them, slicing through the flimsy material.
"You will have no need for these again, or indeed, in the future!" Grace's perfectly formed ass cheeks shake from side to side, as she fights against the chains, pleading with both men to stop. Master Dusk wrenches her head up. "Slave, did you not understand what you signed? You belong to me now. Everything you are and will become is mine to do with as I see fit, and mould as I want." He proceeds to strip a thick leather belt from his jeans with an evil hiss, folding it up in front of Grace's wide terrified eyes. "You disobeyed a direct order, slave. It is my responsibility and my pleasure to punish you accordingly."
She shakes her head wildly, her hair whipping her tear streaked face, Grace yet again pleads uselessly with her husband. "Jeff! Stop this!" before looking over again at Master Dusk. Please! Disobeyed what? I didn't understand! I don't understand! You can't do this to me!!"
"I not only can, slave, but I will and my best guess is that I will have the pleasure of doing it often!" Grace's screams suddenly fill the room and more than likely echo throughout the Lair as Master Dusk swings in slow cadence. One well aimed blow after the other lands on Grace's bare exposed ass. The symphony of his wife's screams and the resounding, rhythmic cracks of leather hitting her tender flesh have Jeff's hand brushing over the growing bulge in his jeans, leaving him in no doubt that he has just made the best decision of his life.
He watches the seductive dance of the belt; and as Grace's quivering cheeks turn from a dark shade of pink to burgundy welts before his very eyes. Master Dusk expertly wields it, time and time again, each blow landing an inch beneath the previous one. After the first ten raised welts are painted across each cheek, Master Dusk breaks for a moment, returning to stand in front of Grace's hanging head. "Are you now ready to obey your Master, slave?"
Her body shakes violently with sobs as Grace nods her head. "Yes, please, what do you want? I'll do whatever you want, just, please, please no more!" She didn't think her already over heated and bruised ass could stand any more punishment.
"That's much better, however in the future you will answer with simply, "yes, Master." He drops the belt onto his desk, and proceeds to release her ankles and unhook the chain from the floor. With a jerk Grace instantly obeys, standing up. Her face is drenched with tears and ugly black streaks smudge her cheeks. Jeff knows he should feel even a little bit sorry for her, but he had never been more aroused in his life and looked forward to many more similar sessions with his lovely wife turned slave. Unknown to Grace he had taken part in many meetings with Master Dusk, and with other men who had sent their wives here to be trained, so he was no stranger to what would happen to her here, or what his duties as her new Master would be. Jeff unhurriedly stands up, lights a cigarette and leans lazily back on the desk watching as Master Dusk expertly brings Grace back to her knees with one leading jerk of the chain. "Master Jeff has honoured you with a new name, slave, now thank him for it."
Grace stutters first, forcing herself not to look up again and risk another round with that belt. "Thank you for giving me a new name." Even to her ears it sounds a pathetic attempt but it seems to her to be all she can manage between the sobs and humiliation she feels as she kneels there, having just been displayed for a total stranger with her own husband's permission.
"A pitiful start! Now you will learn how to properly thank a Master," picking up the belt for good measure, Master Dusk takes a step away tugging again, "Crawl to your Master, slave!" Even as Grace follows, given no choice in the matter, she bites back the retorts that fill her mind. It was beyond her comprehension just how Jeff could stand there casually smoking a cigarette, as if his wife being treated like an animal was an acceptable every day occurrence.
Stopping a foot from her husband's booted feet. Master Dusk steps to her side, "You can begin by kissing your Master's feet." Before thinking, Grace glares up at him as though he has taken leave of his senses, only to be rewarded with a stinging blow to her already tender ass cheeks, which instantly doubles the pain from the previous blows. Grace shrieks loudly and instantly drops her face to the boots and presses her lips against the smooth leather.
Master Dusk's voice continues, "Better, you will now address him properly, Master Jeff, and thank him for the honour he has given you." At this precise moment Grace feels anything but grateful. How dare they assume her name isn't good enough! How dare Jeff put her through this degrading display simply in order to remain his wife! She sobs and shakes, wishing she was anywhere else in the world but here. Another stinging crack of the belt soon urges her into obeying.
"Master Jeff, thank you for honouring me with such a lovely name as Destiny." She drops her head to his feet now in humiliation rather than obedience and prays that it is acceptable as she is certain she can not possibly be the least bit sincere. She gasps in disbelief when this time it is Jeff's hands that pull at her hair and not Master Dusk's.
He guides her up onto her knees only slightly more gently than Master Dusk had done previously. Jeff lifts her chin up to his.
"You will learn, Destiny, this is the beginning of our new life. You will return to me and be truly thankful." It is painfully obvious to Destiny that he knows her words of thanks are nothing more than a sham and no doubt realises that instead she would have preferred to slap his face. "Before I leave you to your Masters, you will serve me one last time, slave."
The shock registering on her face is evident to both men when Jeff unzips his jeans and releases his hard tool to her lips. She can barely form the words. Stammering, she stares up at him.
"Jeff!! I mean, Master Jeff!" her eyes dart back to Master Dusk, bracing herself for yet another crack of the leather strap, as she whispers, "I can't do that in front of him!" Her head spins. This man standing in front of her couldn't possibly be her husband. She rarely did this in private and yet here he stood in front of another man with his hard shaft completely exposed fully expecting her to perform orally for him.
With a sharp jerk he pulls her head back, staring down with such intensity into her disbelieving eyes. "You will do it in front of an entire audience if I so choose, my slave!" He releases her and presses his rock hard member to her moist lips, adding, "Serve it well Destiny, or perhaps I too will indulge in the pleasure of punishing you before I leave."
Without missing so much as a beat he forces the head between her lips and begins pumping roughly into her gagging, spluttering mouth. As if she even has a choice, Destiny fights to contain him, pressing her lips firmly around him, as he continues to use her mouth unlike he has ever done before.
Jeff's guttural moans fill the room as he nears the end. He holds her head tightly against his crotch, leaving Destiny no way to escape, and does what this morning he would never have dared to do. With total disregard to her panicked fight to get out of the way, he expels his entire load into her unwilling mouth, forcing her to take each drop. Destiny only has two choices, choke or swallow. Jeff moans as her gulps and gags merely add pleasure to his sensitive cock. Finally he pulls her mouth back to just the head and orders, "Clean it, slave!"
Destiny's eyes flash daggers and she feels sick, but does as she is bid and licks him clean. Her tongue continues bathing all around his now semi hard erection and his balls. Whether she has done it out of shock or fear she isn't sure, but she knows that her ass already burns more than she can bear. She has learned the first lesson. Disobedience will only bring pain.
Jeff finishes with her, and kisses the top of her head before stepping away. "Make me proud, Destiny, serve your Masters well." She slumps to the ground still gagging; barely registering the sound of the door closing as the stranger she thought she knew as her husband disappears, leaving her to her fate. . . . . .
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