The Caravan Park

 

Chapter 1 - The Proposition

 

My partner, and I had always had an open relationship; we both had a sexual partner, apart from each other.

Mine was a thirty-five-year-old blonde; everything about her was almost the opposite of, my partner. She had firm large breasts; my partner had jet black hair and pimples, not really, she was a B cup, whereas my sex partner had E cup breasts. My partner now thirty-five, and was beginning to lose her waist; my sex partner was still very trim. My partner didn't shave; my sex partner shaved, her clit.

Then again, I didn't join my partner for her physical attributes, she was the love of my life, she had the face of an angel, and a brain to match, and she was kind, and generous.

My sex partner was a bit of rough, yet not, what she did for a living I had no idea, but it involved working in the evenings.

After giving her two orgasms, we lay on the bed relaxing, panting after the exertions.

"Do you think your partner would object, to say, a weekend, away, with me?" She asked me.

"I can ask the question; I don't think she will. Why?" I asked.

"A friend of mine has offered me their caravan for a holiday. It is on a park, way out in the wilds, just trees, and open country, very relaxing. If you want, ask your partner, if she would like to join us, with her, sex friend?" She asked, suggestively.

"Interesting, my partner is AC, DC, swings, both ways, three delightful females, and me, for a weekend, yes that sounds very interesting," I said, thinking about the chances of multiple, sex.

"From what you have said, your partner can be dominant, erm, forceful?" She asked.

"Oh yes, very, or at least she tries to be, but with me it doesn't work," I said, almost boasting.

"I am not so sure about that. You are a lovely man, but as with all males, you need controlling, and I think she, rules the roost," she said, and laughed.

"My partner is meek and mild," I said.

"Ha, she is wise, and uses her womanly wiles to control you. What was it you said last week about a new dress, you said no, but she now has one; who, is in control? What did she do, close her legs until you, paid for it?" She asked, and laughed.

"Well, erm, perhaps, but I control it," I argued, although I felt I had lost.

"If you say so, ha," she said.

We lay silently for a moment; it wasn't a pregnant pause, just a quiet moment.

"Perhaps, it would be better if you didn't ask her. Can you manage three of us, controlling you?" She asked me.

"Oh, look at the time; it is almost ten o'clock, I had better go. I will ask her, no I will tell her to ask her friend, if she also wants to come," I said putting some strength in my words, showing how forceful, I could be.

I dressed, and looked back on her lying there, sated and smiling.

I went home, and my partner greeted me, asking if I had enjoyed, my evening.

"Yes dear, did you?" I asked.

"Very much, I wondered if we were due a break, a holiday. I have seen a trip to Bulgaria, and it is quite reasonable, what do you think?" She asked me.

"Funny you should say that my friend asked me the same question. She wondered if you, and your friend, would care to join her with me, of course, for a weekend at her friend's caravan. It is just as you said, a long time ago, way out in the country, just trees, fields, and wild animals. What do you think?" I asked her.

"It sounds ideal, but is it worth packing for a weekend, can she make it, a week?" my partner asked me.

"I can ask; what about your friend, can she come? Why don't you ask her while I ask my friend?" I asked.

We split into two rooms to ask the question, and then I came back to the lounge.

"She will need a week's notice, to arrange for time off, other than that she would love to come. What about you?" She asked me.

"The same, so I suggested that we arrange it for two weeks' time, to give us time to make any arrangements we need to make. Two weeks on Saturday, can you make any arrangements you need to make by then, I know I can," I said.

"Make the call, and I will," she said.

It was now all arranged; it never occurred to me that my friend could make the call, and ask if the van was free for that week, so quickly, in fact she agreed immediately, without making the call.

 

Chapter 2 -The Park

 

The two weeks flew by, packed, and the car loaded we set off, it was to be a six-hour drive, to the wilds of the north of England.

We arrived, and followed her directions to the van, it was not in the main area with vans all around it, the van was set in a new area they were developing, so stood alone, behind some trees.

They seemed to have put the caravans in groups, with an abundance of trees around them, making them almost private. This particular van was alone, and private. Although I didn't know it at the time, it was ideal for the events that were, to follow.

I spotted her car, and pulled up beside it, we got out, and I knocked on the door.

Before me stood a vision, not of an angel, but a demon. She had put her hair up in a bun; her make-up was dark, deep eye shadow, deep brown skin tone, deep red lips. My eyes wandered down to her neck, where he wore a black leather choker, with spikes sticking out. Down further to her bust, held in a tight white blouse, and they were eager to escape the entrapment, pushing at the button holding the two sides together. Over that she wore a corset in black leather, down to her thighs encased in a figure-hugging pair of black, leather trousers, on down to black leather boots, with stiletto heels.

"Take your shoes off, and enter; Slave, put the kettle on for a drink," she commanded the other person, she then turned to my wife, "Maid get changed, ready to take control, of your slave," she ordered my partner.

I did, as told, shocked, but she had that type of commanding voice, you did it, even when you wanted to question her.

"You sit there, now let me explain, for one, I am, a dominatrix. I fuck who so ever I wish, but never, a client, but for you, I will make, an exception. Two, it may come as a surprise, but your partner's lover is my maid, and your partner was, my maid, several years ago. She showed promise, and I trained her to be, dominant. So, you see I know she controls the roost, and she tells me, via her lover.

It may also surprise you to know that I own this park, and it is for dominants with special slaves, or naughty ones. This, erm, holiday, was organised weeks ago, when you had a wandering eye, did she sleep with you, at the conference?" my lover asked me.

"I-I don't know what you mean," I bleated.

"Really, Miss Carter, the rep you chatted up, and left with her on your arm. An open partnership you might have, but isn't one lover enough, for you?" She demanded.

"Y-Yes, and my partner, she-she was, erm, worked for you?" I asked, still dumbfounded, by her appearance.

"All will be revealed, and in more ways than one, shall we say?" she asked, and laughed, "It has not escaped our notice that you like females, so much so that we wondered if you wanted to be, one? Do not answer the question, from now on you can agree, there are three of us, and we intend to take control of you. You will live with your partner, and keep her happy, sexually, as well as generally. Then there will be me, to keep sexually happy, as you have been doing, and finally, my maid. We begin with what will happen if you fail, to keep, to the rules; I have just stated. There will not be a fourth female, even a casual one, if there is, then after this you will know what, to expect," she told me formally.

Don't ask me why, I just sat there, and said nothing, perhaps it was the fact that I had yet to get over the vision, before me. I have always liked a strong, powerful woman, and the appearance, the stance, and the demeanour, was just so powerful, it took my breath away; I was dumbfounded, by it.

"Designations, I do so like to know where a person fits, within my domain. Yes, you are now in my domain, last weekend was the end of the season, the people with caravans have all left, and the site is deserted, ideal for what I, have in mind. I rule, do not question it, I own the site some fifty acres, with two to three hundred vans on it, all rented from me, a very nice earner. The staff have all been laid off for the winter, except for a few, to keep things in order, generally known as my slaves. Here comes one now, watch the screen, listen, and learn," she told me.

There was a knock at the door, she opened it, "Mistress," a male said kneeling on the wet ground before her, "I have completed the task set; sweeping the front drive with a hand brush, on my hands and knees, and within the allotted time of twelve hours. May I now sweep the drive up to, your caravan?" He asked humbly.

"You are a good slave, but you do have a tendency to slip, from time to time, and need reminding of your position. You kiss my boots upon entering, not when you have finished going to the toilet, hold it slave, I, come first," she admonished him.

"Yes, yes, you're, most gracious, Mistress. I was in mid flow when you entered, but that does not matter, I stop, and bow to your majesty," he said.

"Good, and do not forget it, now you may go. Tomorrow, you can use the road sweeper, to sweep the drive, a mile on your knees helps remind you of your lowly, status. Now go," she ordered him, and closed the door.

"My domain, all kneel to me, all. I have wanted for some time now to get you into my domain, to put you in your place, as a subject of the powerful one, and dominate one, me. Egotistical, self-indulgent, autocratic, and a self-centred twat, are all descriptions used to describe me, and I revel in them, yes even the self-centred, twat.

Why? Because I am, and I enjoy, being one. He undercharged a guest by one penny, and swept the mile long drive on his hands and knees to compensate me, for his mistake. Not the gutters, the whole, two-lane drive. He starts work at eight o'clock in the morning. I told him to have it swept by eight o'clock this morning, so he began at eight o'clock last night, making sure it was done within the twelve hours I set, for it to be done in. Since then he has done the work he would normally do and has just finished his day reporting to me, as required.

His options were to complete the task, or take one stroke for every square foot he failed to sweep, and on a sixteen feet wide road, he would have a very, very, excruciatingly sore, arse. He might fail, but I would not. I would deliver every single stroke, and he knew it," she told me stood there her hands on her hips, and her legs apart in a power stance, towering above me.

I decided to stand, and made the move, she just pushed me back down.

"After this chat you kneel before me, as you saw him do, as soon as the door opened, he was on his knees before me, humble and contrite.

When in my presence there are just the two positions to remember, flat on your back, ensuring I am sated by your cock, which by the way has not been up to my standard, of late. We will attend to that as well, later, and kneeling. Ah the coffee, watch and learn," she told me.

My partner, and her sexual partner, for fun, entered with a tray with cups on it, and a coffee jug. They placed them on the table, and knelt down bowing their heads, and clasping their hands behind their backs.

"Designations, I am at the top, as I said. Below me, we have my maid, she is above you, below her, and under her rule, is your partner, she, is above you, and she is head slave, and above the miscreant who under charged, so she will also be punished, for the failing. It is called responsibility, he fails, he is under her, so she failed, by not making sure he knew what he was doing, and the correct price, to charge. Then we have the cleaning maids, slaves, all six of them, they come next. Below them we have the lone male, who swept my drive, he has aspirations to being a pseudo female, a transvestite.

Then in the order of things we have the birds, the wild animals that roam the park, the cockroaches, maggots, and finally, you. You, to be honest, are a miniscule speck at the lowest part of my radar. You are almost, too insignificant to be noticed. I have decided that to elevate you, so that I can see you, and notice you, you will adopt the position required, and in your case, it is kneeling before me, with your head bowed, your hands behind your back, and naked, like the animal, you are," she ordered me.

I had heard noises, but they were very slight, and with the noises from the kitchen, I wondered if I had, heard them, but they came from the bedroom to my left, I thought.

"I do not ask twice, take it, and make it adopt, the position," she ordered the girls.

Both of the females stood, and went to grab me, I tried to fight them off, then the door opened, and a swarm of females entered, and dragged me onto the floor, stripped me, and then tied my hands behind my back, and made me kneel up, holding me in position.

"You didn't think I would soil my hands on you, did you? Eight females of a lower order than I; were available to assist me. You guessed it, the two we know, and the six maid, slaves. That is much better, remove the garments, and fix the thing before me in place," she ordered them.

Four let go of me, and they began to fasten ropes to rings they uncovered set in the floor; then they put the ropes over my shins, tying me down. They put a rope around my neck, and tied one end to a ring set in the panel by the door, and the other to a ring set in the floor. Now I was stuffed, fixed in place, and unable to move, and vulnerable, being naked.

"Punishment is delivered by me, encouragement by the person over you, while you work. To make it mean something; I take the red marks as failings, and then punish, the miscreant.

The means by which I punish the miscreant will be a rather nasty surprise for you, so I will not tell you, but after the first session; I am sure the message will, sink in.

In the woods over there, there is a mansion, my home; the town flat is just a place for me to sleep during my working week. Do I need to work? No, but I enjoy punishing the naughty little boys who visit me, and girls.

Your partner, and her sexual partner are both way too far above you. So far in fact that, until you have achieved a more senior status, they will have nothing to do with you. I ask, knowing how disgusting you are to the maid slaves, that they begin elevating you to a level where the sight of you no longer, disgusts us. It may not be pleasant for you, but they will ensure it does not, disgust us.

One more thing, the male you saw, did you notice the bust he supports, it isn't very big, but when he is dressed properly; then, you will find it difficult to see him as anything other than, female.

Why did I tell you this, because after the summer, everyone on the site is, female, or appear to be. Anyone calling at the site thinks it is a lesbian commune. It is, almost, do not think about offering your inabilities to the ladies behind you, some of them will be that way inclined, but for a maggot to offer to fuck a lady, is well, repulsive, don't you think, and deserves, punishment.

They will not ask; they take whatever they want from a lower class of female. The lower class has a duty to perform to the desires of the one of a higher class. Watch as they parade past you, look at all the Fannies, and tits as they parade past you, to the only, erm, male, on the site. Again, that does not have a choice, being of a lower class than any female, it will be happy now to have a thing, below it, to do all the drudgery, and dirty jobs, it did.

Finally, one week is not long enough to educate you, by a long, long way, so you will submit your resignation. You now have a new job, as my dog's body, the lowest of the low. Wages, yes, we need to discuss those, don't we? I pay minimum wages, eight pounds an hour, less keep, which equates to about four pounds an hour. The balance is paid into your partner's bank account, in fact she will close the joint bank account, and set up a new account, in her name, transferring all funds into that account, you are destitute, and now need, the job I am offering you.

You didn't think I would leave anything to chance, did you? I am female, and one hell of a powerful bitch, believe it," she told me, forcefully.

"How did you know I was into domination?" I asked.

"I didn't, I assumed that you were, being male; they all need controlling, being dominated. Why didn't I marry, I decided not to take my work home, with me. In the dungeon, my slaves have a safe word they can use, if I go too far with the pain; forget any hope of using it; that rule will not apply, for you. It doesn't here, either, slave; learn quickly, to avoid a very, very, sore arse.

Your partner has spoken to your boss, and he has agreed to the terms of your resignation. You are owed two weeks' holiday, plus this one, and a week for the overtime you worked, in lieu of wages, making it a month, the notice you were supposed to give, isn't that lucky, for us.

There will be no goodbye celebration, just work, as you scrub the toilet block for the holiday makers. How they manage to get it so high up the walls, I have no idea, even males sit to do that, don't they?" She asked me.

"How the fuck would I know, bitch? This is not what we agreed; it was supposed to be a holiday, with fucks, what the fuck is going on?" I demanded.

"Three out of four is not that bad, we will be, on holiday; just you, are to be taken in hand, and shown how to treat, a lady. Being one, is the best way for the miscreant to learn, dumping your dirty clothes on the floor, and not in the dirty washing basket, takes time. Time the lady of the house does not have. Leaving skid marks down the toilet, adds time to her busy day, or floaters, not very nice, is it? Two seconds for you, a minute for her, not long, but fifty-eight seconds longer, than it needs to be.

Our little chat is now over, if you will please, Angel? She will now ensure you know what you are missing out on, Angel is one of the ladies who would like you to satisfy her, if you are capable; then again after a few sessions with me, I am sure you will do. We will not be too greedy, just the one orgasm to begin with, fail, and it is six strokes of my cane, painful," she told me.

I opened my mouth to speak, and give her a piece of my mind, when Angel stuffed some cloth in my mouth, a foot on my balls ensured I kept my mouth open.

"I will let you into a secret, she wore them yesterday, used her dildo last night, there is no need to remove your panties, when using a dildo, and allowed all her juices to soak in them. Then again, this morning, and just now, while we spoke, she used her finger to make sure they were wet, not damp, wet, soaked, she is very juicy. She also put a pair on with a thick gusset, to absorb, all of the taste. Enjoy tasting her second hand, because that is as close as you will get to her cunt, until you have learned how, to behave. It begins with accepting your position; the ladies are not averse to demonstrating your position here, personally.

Do you wish to see their clits? It is easy; they will be very close, as they plant their clits on your mouth. Nice, and then they will provide a drink for you, personally? Then again, how nasty do you wish us to be? How about your food, hot and steaming, and delivered again, personally?" She asked me.

I was now beginning to get worried, being taken, and held by a sexy female has always been a dream of mine, and the current situation was giving me an erection, but it also worried me; just how much was bluff, and how much of it was, a promise?

Six maids dressed in a variety of maid's uniforms, from the formal cloth uniform to the more outlandish rubber uniform, and all looking very fuckable, and sexy, surrounded me.

Fixed as I was, I couldn't hide my embarrassment, as my cock began its rise at the situation, of the sexually, inviting females. Mainly because of the uniforms, and rather large expanses of breast, obvious, but hidden behind their uniforms, except for one. She was the sexiest of the lot, a white bra, black G-string, suspenders, and fishnet stockings, with what I can only describe as a pelmet, of a skirt. A handkerchief would be too large for the apron she wore, and it was tied at the back. They all wore black, highly glossed, stiletto heels, and because I was kneeling, they towered above me, with their Mount Venus, etched in the panties they wore its crooked smile, smiling at me, as I gazed up at them.

"Her Grace has spoken; she has determined that you need educating in manners. It is against our order's code, for anyone to cheat on their partner. Just because you are not female, and therefore, not eligible as a member, isn't important. Your wife is, as a family member, ergo you are, by default. The rules and laws of the society apply equally to the member, and family member, in these cases.

Your open contract states that you must inform the partner of any new sexual relationship. By taking the secretary of, I accept, a different firm, to your room, it has been determined that you did indeed engage in a new relationship, without, informing your partner, and fell afoul of the laws of the society.

It is now incumbent upon me to educate you. The means available to me are one, the riding crop to ensure you work to our standard, imprisonment, to ensure you do not escape, cock and ball punishment, and as we all know, from your wife's comments about her underwear being disturbed, a transvestite, in the closet, erm hiding.

From the reaction of your cock, we must determine that you are sexually stimulated by the prospect, yet your face shows signs of fear, and that is good, because until you accept your position, you should, fear us.

I can read minds, or should I say, I know the male brain, and yours is now fucking nine females, rather than the three you expected to fuck. Our dress was meant to give that idea substance, but will it be on your terms, or ours?

The park is now closed, and while we enjoy the last elements of the Indian summer, we had better take you to your accommodation. I should tell you that there are another six couples, to leave, they are friends of Her Grace, and they are dominatrix, or masters. It will be embarrassing for you, as we march you past them, naked," she told me.

I felt my face heat up, when she told me it would be embarrassing to walk past them naked, even more so in shackles, with everything on show.

"It is almost time now, so don't go away, while the others change; I have no reason to embarrass them, have I?" She asked me.

The maids came back, and she went to change, they were stood around me in the camp uniform, a black cat suit with hood. When she returned, they released my shins, and put shackles on them, then they helped me to stand, she put a collar around my neck, and attached a lead, to it.

She smiled at me, "Her Grace is a Bitch, and of the first order, we all know how vicious, and nasty, she can be, if upset. The maid, and her ex-maid, are also nasty, and vicious, when upset. I tell you this so that you can avoid, upsetting them. At first that will not be hard, you will see very little of them, as the Bitch holding your lead takes control, of you.

You have very few things to remember, one, do as told, when told. Two, you speak when told you can do, three, the answer is yes, or in the affirmative. There are two positions for you to adopt, one, on your knees when in the presence of a female, hands behind your back, and head bowed in submission to her, accept there isn't a female below you, or of equal position. Or prostrate, before, her Grace," she told me.

My eyes opened wide, and I stiffened at the shock and pain, of the stroke, I turned, and looked at one of the maids, she smiled at me.

"Are you in the presence of females? Yes, you are, and you stand, kneel bitch, kneel," she shouted, and gave me another stroke of the riding crop.

I knelt down; it was obvious that she would not stop until I did, kneel.

My eyes had looked around the circle of females around me, and what a sight they were.

Autocratic, dominant, and very sexy, they stood in their black, leather, shiny cat suits, with boots up to their knees, their busts now trapped in the leather, but pushing against it, for release. The cat suit was so, figure hugging, that their nipples, pushed at the cat suit.

Trim waists, and nicely rounded buttocks, but they did not display a desire to fuck me; rather, to control me, which I was not averse to, at that moment in time.

Perhaps had I known the how, and the degree, I may not have been quite as comfortable about my situation.

"Stand," she told me, pulling up on the lead.

She led off out of the van, as the others followed, one beside her, then two beside me, and two following, just as you might expect a prisoner to be taken from one place to another.

I don't know if they knew how painful it would be to walk on the gravel drive from the van to the Bitches residence, with bare feet, or not, but it didn't seem to bother them, as I lifted one foot after the other, gingerly.

"Master Punishment, I hope you enjoyed your stay with us, Miss Pain, you look a million dollars in the rubber outfit," the bitch said.

We had walked to the entrance drive, where the office was, for the guests to book out, and pay any electricity charges. Master Punishment was just leaving the office with his slave in tow; she knelt down, while he spoke to my bitch.

"Delightful as always, Mistress, I see you have a miscreant in tow; I hope you take it in hand, as I know, only you, can do," he said.

"Yes, but I fear it will be a hand full, the memory span of a goldfish," she said.

There was a loud crack beside me, as a bull whip snaked out alongside of me, and then I felt the riding crop on my buttocks again, and arched my back.

"How simple can I make it? When in the presence of a female, any female, is not your slave a female, then it kneels. We stopped, so it kneels, it is in the presence of females, it kneels. That is of course not allowing for the presence of a senior Master. It should be honoured to be in the presence of such an esteemed guest, and slave. To even gaze upon such a creature as your esteemed slave is, on its own, an honourable sight, and should be given the courtesy it deserves. Slave you would do well to note how Miss Pain knelt, when her Master stopped. Look at the adoration in her eyes, as she looks up at his magnificent, stature, a sight to behold, is it not?" She asked me.

Crack, then the searing pain on my buttocks, "I asked you a question you know the answer, now do it, nod, you ingrate," she demanded, I nodded panting from the pain of the stroke.

"Mistress, I thought I heard your dulcet tones," a new person said, emerging from the office.

This person was an elegantly dressed female, with her slave who now emerged carrying her cases for her, all six of them, he looked loaded down.

"Mistress Severe, I had heard you had decided to come, and to bring a slave to care for you, nice. Did you have a good time? The woods are great for hunting escaped slaves; did you get the chance to hunt?" The Bitch holding my lead asked.

"Yes, I blame the excesses of alcohol her Grace poured down my throat that I slept, while it escaped, but the hunt, was terrific. I shot him twice; he wouldn't lie down. Then we put him in the netting, and carried him back; the slaves her Grace organised for the hunt worked, very well.

I did apologise to her Grace for shooting one of her slaves. I mistook him for my slave, as she said, no harm, it was only, a slave. The darts work very well, what's in them?" She asked.

"I am sworn to secrecy, apart from that, I have no idea, some sort of relaxant, it makes the muscles relax so much that the slave can't, run.

Hit the upper body, and the arms are paralysed, as well, but the fun is in the hunt, don't you think?" my Bitch asked her.

All this time I was knelt before them, showing all my assets off, and I am sure, going redder and redder, with embarrassment.

"You know it is fabulous fun; I have booked for next summer with a different slave, this one objected to being shot. It was as her Grace said, a little too low, and on the left side, so it relaxed something nasty. My slave didn't like it when I said I was not going to clean it up. I am not the slave; he must wait until he can do it. I mean expecting me to clean it up, indeed.

I am not sure if it was what happened, or the fact that I shackled him to the van, outside, until he could go to the latrines. Last night was rather cool," she said.

Cool, it was cold; the poor slave must have felt the cold lying there unable to move. I was glad she was not the woman called, Her Grace, my lover.

OK, yes, we had tried some domination, an introduction shall we say, and I enjoyed it, but was I ready for the full-blown domination they were talking about.

"Mistress, have you decided on the sex yet?" the Mistress with her slave asked.

"Yes, during the winter months the place is a lesbian haven, a dozen or so, inhabit the outhouses. They have been renovated, and have all basic necessities, actually they are very nice, and comfortable, so it will be female in appearance, but we are undecided as to the degree we take, the transformation," my Bitch told her.

"I would go all the way with it, cheating on its partner," the Mistress said.

"I agree, but the partner does not, she wants it intact, and seeing as Her Grace also has a use for it, then I doubt it happening, but close," My bitch said.

"Then can I suggest a compromise; make the top as big as possible, to compensate for keeping, the lower part?" The Mistress asked.

"I like that idea, and I will suggest it," my Bitch said.

While all this was going on, I was knelt beside her, obediently waiting, as my knees ached and ached, from kneeling on the gravel.

"I had better take this to her Grace, she will decide on the accommodation, while we train it," the Bitch said, and pulled on my lead, I stood, and followed her; I didn't doubt; had I not stood; she would have dragged me along, behind her.

By the time the house came into view, my feet were sore, it must have been half a mile, we walked.