CHAPTER 1 - THE CONTRACT

 

The girls had arrived first, they always did, that was part of the arrangement, travelling together from the airport in a hired station wagon after flying in from half a dozen different directions. They shared in common only the Internet, which had brought them, and the men they were to meet, together.

Following the directions that Stephen had put in the e-mail arrangements for the week, they drove out to the secluded beach house. Its back was toward low hills and Pine woods, its front boldly looked out eastwards over the sparkling Atlantic. After carrying their belongings inside, they checked out the accommodation and made their selections from the dozen principal bedrooms the house boasted. There were at least three hours before the men might be expected, the gap designed to let them settle in and make such dispositions as they felt most comfortable with.

They didn’t know the men’s addresses, only e-mail or even if the names they used were their real ones or simply noms de guerre. Well, it didn’t signify, not all theirs were their given names either and the girls kept their real identities and addresses secret, even from each other. They were all career girls in some way, business, the arts, law, even a relatively senior officer in the army. Perhaps young women would be a more politically correct description, for their ages ranged from twenty-one to a startlingly beautiful thirty-eight but, in the circumstances they had chosen for themselves, such pedantry was inappropriate.

What they shared with each other, and the men, was a need for occasional innovative, but totally non-committed, sex. Their careers were, for each of them, exacting and took up all their time and energy and there was no room for conventional relationships, with all their demands and obligations, but they were human males and females, in prime biological condition, and that biology would not be gainsaid.

They had found each other through a helpful website that provided facilities for like-minded people to hear each other’s calling, then move out to form their own tight little group who could exchange confidences and ideas, finally setting up a rendezvous for meetings off their home turf.

The first one had been for a short weekend, six men staying in one motel, six women in another, nearby but separate. That had only been necessary once. After that, they booked six rooms in one place, but the girls got there first and called the shots. That was eighteen months ago and they’d met nearly every month since, including a full week’s holiday by the sea and another in a mountain resort. This was the third full holiday and one of the men had come up with a secluded beach house in New England where they could roam freely and forget about the outside world.

The rooms selected to their satisfaction, they came together in the lounge to plan their strategy for the week. Carol brought with her the long sports holdall that she’d carried in amongst her other gear.

“What you got in there, Carol?” Pamela asked at once. “Booze, I hope, and perhaps a little dope.”

“Yeah, nothing like a few lines of coke to get you in the mood,” Kathy agreed. “I juice on that stuff.”

“Scotch for me,” Fiona put in. “Though I’d settle for bourbon at a pinch.”

“Sorry, girls,” Carol said. “No dope this time, no booze. But I’ve something else will put a sparkle in your eye.”

“What’s that, then?”

For answer, Carol heaved the bag up onto the low table between them, letting it drop heavily onto the teak top.

“Look for yourselves,” she said, opening the bag with a dramatic flourish.

Five heads of all shades from blonde to the glossy black of Asia bent over the long slot.

“Jeeze! Carol.” “You can’t be serious!” “Oh my Gawd!” “Great Balls of Fire!” “Hey! Hang on a moment. We’re all liberated ladies here.”

If she’d hoped for a reaction, she was not disappointed, though it was not yet quite so committed as she intended it should be. The last remark had come from Julia, the eldest of the group, a woman used to authority and leadership, but content in the private retreat of their clandestine meetings to relax and let Carol, a couple of years her junior, take the lead.

“And don’t we know it,” Carol replied. “Isn’t that why we come here? So that we can lay down the burden of being in charge for a while and relax like human females?”

“Guess so,” Julia admitted. “But this ...?” She waved her hand vaguely over the bag and its contents.

“Now just think about it, everybody,” Carol invited. “You only want the other because the sex doesn’t last long enough for you. What I have here will spin it out all day, and all night too,” she added with a grin.

It took her a while, they were very hesitant to start with, but gradually she won them round. When even Julia was convinced, there were no more doubts. They still had an hour to make their preparations before the men arrived.

The men were rather older, the youngest twenty-five, the eldest a fit and tanned forty; the women had ensured that the conventional balance of ages between the sexes would be kept. They came into the lounge to find no sign of the women, save a sheet of paper lying on the coffee table in the centre of the room, where they couldn’t miss it, and a bowl containing six keys with numbered tags.

“So that’s their game, this time?” Roger smiled. “Pick a room key, and see what you’ve got for Christmas?”

“Don’t look like room keys to me,” Peter commented, lifting one out to examine it. “More like padlocks, I’d say.”

“Perhaps we’d better read the note before we jump to conclusions,” Stephen suggested, picking up the single sheet of paper.

He read for a moment, his eyebrows lifting, then gave a small whistle of amazement. He passed the document on to Andy without commenting on the contents.

“I think we should none of us say anything until everyone has had a chance to read it,” he said. “Then we can all decide together what to do about it.”

One by one they read it through, it did not take long, and passed it on, their faces registering every shade of astonishment, usually mingled with lust. The message was short but succinct.

 

~ We, the undersigned, of our own free will, and without any coercion, offer ourselves totally and completely for a period of seven days, to be used and treated entirely as our Masters decide.

We promise to be absolutely obedient, truthful and submissive at all times and in all matters, including sex in any form, and may be punished at the discretion entirely of the Masters, for any perceived failure to give complete satisfaction. Since we have undertaken to serve for seven days, any plea to be released earlier is invalid, and automatically constitutes such a failure to please, and liable to penalty.

Such punishments may take any form, but corporal punishment is specifically included.

Our submission and fortitude may be tested by any means thought suitable, including pain, humiliation and restraints.

In accepting this submission, the Masters undertake to keep us safely, and to protect us from permanent injury or disfigurement, nor to ask us to do anything that would lay ourselves open to criminal charges. They are not under any other obligation to us.

 

CAROL- KATHY - PAMELA – FIONA - JULIA – BARBARA

 

When they had all finished, Lloyd said softly, “Holy Cow! I don’t believe I’m seeing this.”

The others looked equally struck sideways by the proposal.

“What do we do now?” Andy asked of no one in particular.

After his initial show of astonishment, Stephen had remained calm. Maybe age and experience were on his side.

“I suggest,” he said quietly, “that we go and find the girls and see what state they’re in. I think I can make a pretty good guess.”

It didn’t take them long to find them. There was one in each bedroom, naked, her wrists trapped in handcuffs, secured by a chain and a padlock to a hook above the bathroom door. Their feet were spread wide by broom handles, to which their ankles were fastened by nylon stockings. They made no acknowledgement of the men’s presence as they entered one room after another, which was hardly surprising. Each girl was gagged with her own panties, held in her mouth with a stocking tied round her head. Similar means rendered her sightless, though two pairs of pants were needed under each stocking. As a finishing touch, each girl wore a walkman stereo player hung about her neck, the headphones clamped over her ears, playing a continuous loop of tape on which ‘white noise’ cut out all other sounds around her. Deaf, blind and speechless, they waited helplessly for their master’s will, the strain of their position showing in the braced calves supporting the reaching toes on which they stood, the bunched muscles of their thighs, the ridges of the stiffened spine and stressed shoulders. That was not all they displayed behind. Across each pair of clenched buttocks showed, red and angry, four thick, freshly pulsing, welts.