Chapter One

 

After a very smooth flight, Northwest Flight 663 from Rochester, Minnesota to Ontario, California made a picture perfect landing at the Ontario International Airport.  Dr. Craig Olson, a neurosurgeon at the Dawson Clinic, and his wife were onboard and seated in the first class section.  As the plane taxied to the terminal, Dr. Olson thought about all of the planning and time he invested to make this vacation to Southern California perfect in every detail.  But paying attention to every detail was the way he did things.  Everything was always well thought out and organized.  He didn’t like surprises.   And he expected people to perform up to and meet his expectations.  Sitting in his seat and waiting for the seat belt light to go off after the plane reached the terminal, Dr. Olson focused his thoughts on the real reason for this trip to California.  As these thoughts flooded his mind, he turned his head and lovingly looked at his wife.

Seated next to him dressed in a very simple but expensive white dress was Kris, his wife of six years.  The shortness of her dress permitted a delightful view of her beautiful and well-defined muscular legs as it covered but didn’t hide an almost perfectly proportioned figure.  She was the reason for this trip.

When Craig told her about their vacation plans, she became very excited about the opportunity to visit Southern California.  Along with her excitement, she was absolutely amazed that her workaholic husband would plan some time off from his heavy work load in order to surprise her with this trip.  She was looking forward to seeing all of the sights.  And she was determined they were going to enjoy every moment of their time together in California since time together had become a very scarce commodity in recent years.

Craig purposely didn’t tell her very much about what they were going to do in California.  In fact, he made sure she didn’t know a single thing abut their itinerary except for the destination of Ontario, California.  He knew she would soon learn why he planned this excursion to the west coast.  He was curious about how she would respond once she found out where he was taking her and why.

Kris wasn’t concerned about this lack of information. She figured she would find out all of the details about their vacation plans when Craig decided the time was right to share them with her.  After all, she reasoned he only gave her a two-day notice to get ready for their trip in the first place.  But she wasn’t complaining about the suddenness of the trip or the lack of information.  In fact, she liked being surprised and she was enjoying this side of her husband, which had been kept under wraps for way too long.

After their marriage and with the demands of his job, Craig quit being spontaneous and full of surprises like he was during their courtship.  He became very predictable.  As a result, much of the romance disappeared from their marriage.

Kris missed this aspect of their relationship.  She didn’t know just how much she did until Craig surprised her with this trip.  She enjoyed seeing him being more fun and unpredictable for a change.  Deep inside of her, she savored the sensuous feelings his behavior gave her.  She wanted more than ever to share those feelings with him and let him know just how much she loved him.  Turning to her husband, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “I love you,” in his ear.

Responding to his wife, he smiled and squeezed her hand.  Craig really did love Kris.  What wasn’t there to love about her?  She possessed a great body and worked hard in her aerobic classes to keep it firm and contoured.  Her shoulder length light brown hair was always coiffed to perfection.  Her dark blue eyes were wonderfully expressive and he really enjoyed looking deeply into them.  She was intelligent and devoted to him.  Kris was beautiful in every sense of the word and he loved her for all of her multidimensional beauty.

And it was because he loved her so much that Craig planned this vacation for her.  For in spite of her inner and outward beauty, which he adored, there was quirk in her personality that irritated him to no end.  As a doctor, he was accustomed to people catering to him and providing him with quality service and respect.  Because of his ego, he detested being manipulated in any sense of the word and that was precisely where the conflict came in their relationship.

Kris was not above using her beauty, her charms and her sexual favors in order to compel, motivate, cajole and even bribe him into behaving like she wanted him to behave.  She further used these same things to convince him to buy her the material things she wanted and felt she deserved.  And Lord knows, she was never denied anything.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to enjoy the fruits of his labors.  He was more than glad that he was able to provide her with so many material blessings and such a luxurious life-style.  But it was her way of manipulating him that drove him up the proverbial wall and led him to plan this special trip to California.

Dr. Olson’s thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the plane’s door.  Gathering their carryon luggage, Craig escorted Kris down the jet way to the terminal and to the adventure that awaited them in beautiful, sunny Southern California.

As they walked into the main terminal building, a chauffeur holding a sign that read, “Dr. Olson” was waiting for them.  After identifying himself, the chauffeur escorted them to a waiting limousine near the main entrance of the terminal.  The driver went to locate their baggage for them while Craig and Kris waited in the air-conditioned environment of the stretch limousine.

Pouring a glass of champagne for Kris and himself, Craig toasted her.  “Here’s to love and to us,” he said as he looked directly into her dark blue eyes.  Clinking their glasses together, they each took a sip.

“Where are we staying?” asked Kris.

“I have reservations at a very exclusive retreat in the foothills,” Craig replied.

“What do you have planned for us?”

“You’ll never guess in a million years.  Just be patient.  You will find out all about my special plans very shortly.”

“You’re such a tease.  I guess you aren’t gong to tell me, are you?”

“No.  I put a lot of planning into this vacation and I want you to be surprised.”

“Okay.  I guess I can wait.  You sure have been mysteriously lately.  Not that I’m complaining.  I rather like this side of you.”

The conversation was interrupted by their luggage being deposited in the trunk of the limousine.  The chauffeur took his place behind the wheel and guided the limousine out of the airport and north to I-10.  As they traveled west on the interstate, Kris was fascinated by the range of mountains to the north and how for mile after mile it was just one maze of concrete, shopping centers and residential areas.  Getting off on Indian Hill Boulevard, the limousine proceeded north to the City of Claremont.

The City of Claremont is a small bedroom community with a quaint village atmosphere in its old downtown section and is home to seven private and exclusive colleges.  The older part of the city has many trees that overhang the roads and reminds one of an old town that is steeped in rich traditions, old family ties and a quality of life that is hard to find elsewhere.  Even though it is located in Southern California, it is like an oasis of quiet, solitude and respectability in a desert of fast living, fast women and fast cars that has come to epitomize the culture of this region.  Kris was enthralled with this oasis of culture unfolding before her through the tinted windows of the limousine.

The limousine continued north on Indian Hill Boulevard to Baseline Road.  Turning right onto Baseline Road, it proceeded east to Padua and then north on Padua past the Padua Hills Theatre and onto Palmer Canyon Road.  Finally, it turned onto a long and secluded driveway and came to a stop in front of an eight-foot high electric gate that bore the Greek letters Delta, Omicron and Upsilon.

As the gate swung open, the driver drove through the entrance and parked in front of a very stately two-story mansion that used the local rock as the primary building material for the outer walls.  The driver opened the door for Dr. Olson and Kris and escorted them into the foyer of the mansion.

Kris was obviously impressed with the interior of the mansion and with the lavish and expensive furnishings that adorned the foyer and the part of the living room that she was able to see. “Is this where we are going to stay?” she asked with a sense of awe.

“Yes,” replied Craig.

“How did you ever find this place?”

“It took a little research.”

“It’s marvelous,” she continued.

Moments after their arrival, a large oak door opened into the foyer and out walked a distinguished looking gentleman in his early forties.  He was six feet tall, thin and surveyed his new guests with piercing blue eyes.  He wore a conservative blue suit.  His hair was medium length dark brown which was perfectly cut and styled.  “Welcome to Delta, Omicron and Upsilon,” he said and continued by introducing himself.  “I am Dr. Richfield.  You must be Dr. Olson.”

“Yes, I am and this is my wife Kris.”

As he shook their hands, he continued, “I am very glad to meet both of you and I am sure your stay here will meet and exceed all of your expectations.  Won’t you please come into my office?” Having made the offer, Dr. Richfield stepped aside and with a sweep of his hand directed the newly arrived guests through the massive oak door and into his office.

 “Thank you, Doctor,” Craig replied as he escorted Kris into the office.

After taking her seat next to Craig in front of Dr. Richfield’s desk, Kris looked around the office.  She noticed that the office was Spartan in furnishings and very neat and orderly.  Gazing out the window to behold the beauty of the mountains, she noticed the security bars on the windows.

After closing and locking the door, Dr. Richfield sat behind his desk.  Dr. Richfield was the head of the psychology department at the City College.  Having done extensive research into developing a program that could effectively control the behavior of individuals, he put his research into practice and opened the Delta, Omicron, and Upsilon Retreat Center.  From across the nation, people came to take advantage of his research and to seek his aid in improving their relationships with their significant others.

In addition, he used his skills in manipulating people to develop an exclusive prostitution ring, which catered primarily to the unique needs of the rich and famous and the politically powerful in Southern California.  He recruited students from the plentiful supply on the college campuses to staff this business.  Because people knew the quality of his staff and appreciated his devotion to the absolute confidentiality of all who used his services, his business continued to grow.

And just recently, he began to supply the local clubs with some of the most beautiful college coed exotic dancers in the area.  His dancers not only danced but also provided a variety of sexual favors to the patrons.  As a result, his income from the retreat center, prostitution and dancers made his salary as a department head seem like a mere pittance.  But he kept the position since it offered him cover as a respected professor and access to a wonderful resource of prospective employees.

Speaking to Dr. Olson, Dr. Richfield said, “After all of our conversations, it is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor.”

 “It’s a pleasure for me, too.  I trust that everything is ready.”

 “Yes.  Have you told Kris why she was brought here?”

 “No.  I thought it would be better to explain everything to her once we arrived.”

 “What are you two talking about?” demanded Kris.  “Exactly why are we here?”

“Should I tell her or do you want to, Dr. Olson?” inquired Dr. Richfield.

 “I think it would be best if you did.”

 “Fine.”  Turning to Kris, Dr. Richfield continued, “Mrs. Olson, when you got married you promised to love, cherish and obey your husband.  Your husband has brought you here to help you understand the full meaning of ‘obey’ in your relationship.”

 “What in the hell are you talking about?”  Kris replied.  Then turning to Craig, she said with a fair amount of sarcasm in her voice, “What in the world is he talking about, Craig?  And what is this crap about ‘obey’ anyway?”

 “Just listen to Dr. Richfield and he will make it clear to you.”

 “Fuck you and the airplane you flew in on, Craig!”

 “Mrs. Olson, your husband is a little upset over the way you manipulate him in order to get what you want.  He brought you to this retreat center to help you develop a better attitude about serving him and his needs.”

 “What kind of bull shit is this, Craig?  If you think, I’m staying here, you’re sadly mistaken.  And as far as your needs are concerned, I know one need that isn’t going to be serviced for quite awhile.”  Getting up, Kris walked over to the door only to find that it was locked.  Turning back to Dr. Richfield, she said, “You had better open this door or there is going to be hell to pay.”

 “Just sit down, Mrs. Olson.  I know all of this is a big shock to you.  But trust that your husband is only doing what he thinks is best for you and your marriage.”

 “Bullshit!  Now open the goddamn door or I’ll sue you for every dime you own.”

 “Sit down, Mrs. Olson!  I’ve tolerated enough of your crap.”

 “I’ve only just begun to give you a ration of crap.  You’re going to get a lot more, Doctor.  Now open the goddamn door!”

 “Mrs. Olson, that’s not possible.  Once you walked through that door, there was no turning back.  Now sit down!  It’s time you learned to cooperate.”

 “Craig, aren’t you going to do something?”

 “Just sit down, Kris.  Listen to Dr. Richfield.  I’m sure once you hear everything he as to say you will want to be here.”

Stewing for a few minutes and realizing she couldn’t leave, Kris finally sat down. “I’m listening,” she said without trying to hide her contempt.

“That’s better, Kris,” Dr. Richfield said and then continued.  “I have years of experience in helping people modify their behaviors.  Here at the Retreat Center, I use pain and pleasure to assist individuals in developing new patterns of behavior.  Undesirable behaviors are punished with some form of pain and desired behaviors are rewarded with a wonderful assortment of pleasurable feelings and experiences.”

“What has all of this to do with me?”

“Craig wants you to be more obedient.  Therefore, during your stay here, you are going to learn how to be the wife he wants you to be.  To help you grow and develop in your obedience to your husband, you will be punished if your behavior is unacceptable and you will be rewarded when it’s acceptable.”

 “Bullshit!  No one is going to punish me or change me.  I’m leaving.”

 “Like I told you.  Once you came through those doors, there is no turning back.  You are here because your husband wants you to be here and you will participate in our program whether you want to or not.”

 “Like hell I will,” Kris asserted.

 “Dr. Olson, you were right when you told me she was a very strong-willed lady. But don’t worry I can handle her.”

 “I trust that you can.  That is why we’re here.”

 “What do you mean you can handle me?  I told you I’m not going to stay here.  And that is final!”

 “Mrs. Olson, you don’t have a choice.  You’re staying.  And that is final!”

 “Fuck both of you,” Kris fired back.

 “You will in due time.” Dr. Richfield advised her with a sinister smirk on his face.

Feelings of fear and desperation overcame her in reaction to his statement.  “What do you mean?”

 “You will find out.  Believe me, you will find out,” Dr. Richfield informed her.  Then turning to Dr. Olson, he asked, “Shall I start the training now and demonstrate how I intend to get your wife to understand what it means to ‘obey’?”

 “Yes.”

 “As you desire, Doctor.”

Pressing a button on the top of his desk, Dr. Richfield summoned two assistants who came into the room through a door located behind his desk.  The two men who appeared were in their early twenties.  They were each wearing tight black leather pants and black leather boots.  Their upper bodies were exposed and revealed the fact that they spend a lot of time in the weight room of the local YMCA

 “Who are these, idiots?” mocked Kris.

 “These idiots are your personal trainers,” replied Dr. Richfield.

 “Trainers?  You can just kiss my ass about all of this training crap.”

Nodding to the two men, Dr. Richfield said, “You know what to do.”