They were still wearing their tightly laced practice suits when they gathered in the kitchen for a light lunch of salad and shrimp. It was delicious, but Maddie agreed with Susan when she commented it would go very well with a glass of wine.

“Forget it ladies,” Claire replied. “You will only get alcohol on Friday, and only then if your husband sees fit to allow it. All your indulgences and luxuries are given to him to dispense as he wishes. This is part of the deal. Any of you willing to walk for a glass of wine?”

Maddie felt a rush in her belly. She thought of her favourite chocolates sitting in the drawer at home. Would she really be able to resist ‘sneaking’ one during the day when Ian was at work? Should she cede this much control to him? Would she have a choice? A million more questions filled her mind. But one thing was absolutely certain. She would not leave the retreat over a paltry glass of wine! Maddie looked at Susan and Elaine. They were both obviously deep in thought. They finished their meal in silence.

“Today you will again serve lunch, but this time for your husbands not the staff! Your practice suits are a good uniform for this, but I think we will add a bit more.” Claire opened up a box and dipped her hand in. Maddie felt a shiver of recognition when she heard the delicate silver sound of chains. She had been sleeping in chains ever since the first night when she broke the rules and masturbated without permission.

“Yesterday you served breakfast with your wrists clipped together. Today you will also operate under restraint, but slightly differently. Maddie, you first.” Claire gave the ‘come here’ signal and Maddie found herself coming forward before she was fully aware she was responding. She stopped herself from sinking to her knees in front of Lady Claire. Claire smiled and Maddie stifled a pang of resentment. How had she given up so much control so easily? She resolved not to be such a pushover.

Claire took out a leather belt about 2 inches wide and buckled it around Maddie’s waist. Then she clipped a length of chain about 20 inches long between Maddie’s left wrist cuff and a metal ring imbedded in the belt. Maddie’s other wrist was chained in the same manner. Finally another piece of chain about the same length was clipped between her ankles.

“This shouldn’t impair your movement too much, but will give you an interesting experience. All the girls here spend the day like this from time to time.”

Maddie moved around the room a bit testing out the chains as the other two women were fitted out in the same way. She couldn’t believe how erotic this simple chaining was. Her palms were hot and her skin was beginning to crawl. She wanted to be touched. Her frustration grew just a bit more. She wanted to sleep with her husband; really sleep, in the same bed and wake to him. She was being treated like a child. No, that was not right, you would never treat a child so; this was more like boot camp.

“There, all ready. Unless any of you would like to… intensify this experience?”

Maddie’s head snapped up to look at Claire. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat!

“What did you have in mind, Claire?” Elaine asked tenuously.

Maddie was intrigued. Just the thought of being in the presence of Ian and the other men dressed in this corset and chains was amazingly sexy. She felt the blush of humiliation flood over her face. When she was much younger she fantasized about exactly this. A slave in chains!

“One of the most delightful side effects of living a domination and submission lifestyle is that it elevates the most simply of domestic chores to an erotic act. You are going to serve lunch, in chains. Now to intensify this experience we will add a bit of discomfort.” Lady Claire’s eyes were dancing mischievously as she pulled a pair of nasty looking clips from her pocket and advanced on Maddie. “Madelyn, are you game?”

Madelyn felt her nipples leap to attention even in the confining lacings of her corset. She remembered back to the clothespins Judy had used on her so many months ago.

“Do I have to keep them on if they hurt too much?” Maddie asked.

Lady Claire looked her in the eye and smiled wickedly. “Oh they’ll hurt. They’re supposed to hurt. If it’s too much you can beg your husband’s permission to take them off, and if he’s so inclined, he may remove them. However, you will not touch them. Will you accept them?”

Maddie felt sure she could endure the clamps, and if not, Ian would surely take them off for her. She nodded her head in agreement and reached for her lacings. Lady Claire stopped her. “You forget yourself Maddie, your breasts are not your own. I’ll do this.” Lady Claire stepped up and with a quick movement the slight piece of lace that usually covered the tops of Maddie’s breasts folded under exposing Maddie’s tightly puckered nipples. Claire took the dark pink tips, pulled slightly then closed the clips around them. Madelyn gasped as the pain shot right through to her cunt. Yes, this would certainly intensify the experience!

“Susan, Elaine, would you like to try this as well?” Claire held up two more pairs of clips.

Susan’s face was bright pink, but she agreed and Lady Claire clipped her as well. The little rings hung outside of the corset as Susan moaned slightly and swayed.

Elaine crossed her arms across her breasts, “I don’t think so, Lady Claire. This will be intense enough as it is.”

Lady Claire looked at Elaine and a frown passed over her face. “Elaine, you also forget yourself. You were told on the first day you may not cross your arms. It is an aggressive, closed posture and you’re not permitted it! I won’t force you to accept the clips, but you will expose your breasts like your sisters.” Claire pushed the lace covering Elaine’s breasts under showing large almost brown areolas.

“Aren’t we going to cover them again?” Susan asked a tinge of panic in her voice.

“No, I don’t think so. I know it’ll be humiliating. That’s the idea. But remember, it is also empowering. Just watch the reaction of the men when you go in. You’ll be their most erotic fantasy, and I expect you to act like it. Hold yourself high, smile, be elegant and graceful in your restraints. But don’t panic. You won’t be exposed to each other’s husbands over much. You’ll be serving lunch to your husbands in individual rooms, in the carriage house. The trays are prepared; you just have to deliver them, and then wait on your husband’s pleasure. Piece of cake!”

Maddie, Susan and Elaine followed Lady Claire to the carriage house carrying their covered trays. Maddie was acutely aware her body was much more exposed than usual. Her clipped nipples burned deliciously and the chains made a lovely sound as she moved. The button built into the crotch of her suit continued to rub up against her clit heightening her arousal. When they entered the main hall of the carriage house, it seemed like the whole staff was there. In truth it was just a few of the stable hands going about their business, but it felt like a hundred pairs of eyes were on Maddie as she moved across the floor. She stole a quick look at her companions. Susan held her head high and her shoulders back, a look of pride and contentment on her face, as if she walked almost naked into a room full of strangers every day. Elaine, on the other hand, looked painfully uncomfortable. Maddie decided it would be much better to follow Susan’s example. She imagined herself in a luscious ball gown and headed across to her husband on the other side of the room.

Lady Claire arrived at the men first. As usual she only had eyes for Master Stephen and when she reached him, she dropped gracefully to her knees and lowered her head. Maddie quickly met Ian’s eyes and saw his pride and excitement before she dropped to her knees and lowered her gaze.

She was looking right at a sizable bulge in his crotch.

He flexed his fingers and stroked her hair briefly. The touch sent shivers through her body. Maddie couldn’t take her eyes of Ian’s pants. Then his fingers trailed across her breasts and gently flicked her nipple clips. Maddie fought the impulse to look up. She desperately wanted to see his face. Did he approve of this display? Was he excited or did he find it vulgar and unappealing? Ian stroked her hair again and a rush of relief swept through her followed quickly by her rebellion. Why should she let his approval mean so much to her? But her body would not be denied. She felt like purring when he stroked her hair.

Maddie felt Master Stephen’s voice deep in her belly. “Well done. Right on time. Okay gentlemen, you have your rooms, and now it seems you have your lunch. Be careful, but have fun and experiment. I’ll be close by. If you run into a problem, or if you have a question, simply pick up the phone and I will respond immediately. Now I think I’ll take my lunch as well. Come Claire.”

Maddie saw Ian’s hand make the “Come here” gesture and she rose to her feet. He had already turned and was walking away so Maddie hurried to follow. Down the hall there were several small rooms and Maddie followed Ian into the second one. She gasped as she looked around the room. Dozens of candles lit the room and cast flickering shadows across an array of strangely shaped padded benches, a huge heavy table and a single chair. Ian gestured silently to the table and Maddie hurried over to set down her tray on the white tablecloth to the musical accompaniment of her chains. She placed the dishes and cutlery, poured the wine and removed the tray. When she went to remove the large silver dome covering the food she ran into the limits of her restraints. She had to lean over the table and go up on her toes in order to reach it and her breasts fell further from their confinement. Ian simply stood quietly in the centre of the room and watched her.

When she had the table all set, she stepped back. This was the limit of her instruction. She resisted her automatic impulse to kneel. She would not disobey Ian, but she wasn’t going to make it easier for him either. If he was going to dominate her, then let him demand what he wants. Ian went to the table picked up the glass. Maddie started to squirm a bit under his level gaze and she lowered her eyes. Ian took a sip of wine.

“Thank you, Maddie. But the most delicious thing in the room should also be on the table.” Ian gave the signal and Maddie came forward.

She only got to see her husband perhaps once a day on this retreat, and every time he was subtly different. Today Maddie sensed a playful edge to him. This was an interesting counterpoint to her aggressive and almost rebellious mood. She could tell he had something up his sleeve. Ian guided her to the other side of the table, turned her around and hoisted her up so she was sitting on the edge.

“Good, now feet up.” Ian patted the table gently and Maddie twisted around till she faced the food set out for her husband and lifted her feet up. It was a bit awkward to balance in her chains, but Maddie praised her tight tummy muscles and held on. Ian shifted her until she was in the centre of the table and started to explore the chains.

“We had a lesson in bondage techniques this morning, so now I get to practice on you!” Ian explained. “And from the look of you, you could use some restraint. So close your eyes and lie back.”

Maddie felt a thrill of excitement. Bondage! She closed her eyes and relaxed into Ian’s arms as he lowered her onto her back. Ian’s hands were warm and sure on her skin as he bent her knees and pulled her ankles close in to her body. Maddie felt a rope being passed through the ring on her right ankle cuff and tied to her right wrist. Then, a few seconds later, he was at her left ankle. Maddie felt the rope being pulled through the ring attached to her left ankle cuff through her wrist cuff as well then back through her ankle. Then Ian was back on her right side pulling the rope through the ring on the right side of her belt over her arm. The ring on the left side of her belt was next, and finally the rope passed back to her right ankle. That’s when her ankles started to pull apart. Her first impulse was to resist. But it made no difference. Within moments the ropes tightened, her feet were spread to the limits of the chain still connecting her ankles; her arms were securely pinned under the ropes and her hands pulled down towards her feet. Her knees had some freedom of movement. She experimented to see how far she could bring them together or let them fall open.

“Hmm, that won’t do at all,” Ian mumbled quietly. Maddie heard some rustling about and then felt a cold metal bar being placed between her knees and straps passed under her thighs. When these were tightened, Maddie was spread open and on display. Her nipples ached in their clips.

She had been tempted to open her eyes while she was being bound, simply because she was curious how he was doing it, but now even that temptation was removed. A strip of black fabric was wrapped around her eyes and fastened. Ian tugged on the ropes and tightened them a bit. She felt his breath on her face. She parted her lips and waited. The tip of his tongue caressed her lips bringing a shuddering sigh from the depths of her being.

“Hmm lovely, but before I start my lunch, I think I would like a better view.” Maddie felt Ian’s fingers on the laces holding the crotch piece of her suit in place. When the fabric was slowly peeled back, her skin cried out to be touched. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. She waited for what seemed to be an eternity. Then suddenly the brush of hot air sent a shiver of electricity through her clit. She bucked against her chains, trying to look up.

“Ah, Ian! What was that? How did you do that?”

Ian voice came from between her thighs.

“Hmm, liked that did you? Shall I try it again?”

“Oh! Yes, please!” Maddie’s flesh cried out for attention. It was as if exposing her cunt had made it the centre of the universe. Her awareness was at once broadened by the blindfold, and focused by her aching need. Another long gentle flow of hot air sent her passion arching higher. She tried unsuccessfully to spread her thighs even further apart. What she really wanted was his cock thrust deeply inside her.

“Ah, you are such a wonderful slut, Maddie! Now, I’m going to eat my lunch. I don’t want to be disturbed. So not a peep from you unless it’s a safety issue.”

Maddie could feel Ian check on her bindings once more and then nothing. She tried to move but she was quite secure. The chair moved across the stone floor. There was the gentle clink of cutlery as Ian started to eat. As he was a methodical and careful person, he naturally ate slowly. Maddie had never been so impatient for him to be finished his meal before. She tried to be patient in her waiting, but she ached with a burning need. Oh she wanted to be touched, fucked, used. Her cunt wept its frustration. She felt like an insect displayed in the museum.

“It’s all about you, isn’t it?” Ian’s voice was an accusation that cut through her rebellion and frustration. “You have no control here, Maddie. You serve. You serve on my time, at my pleasure, under my control. Right now I require you to wait. So be still, girl and wait.”

Maddie had not realized she was holding her breath until she let it out. A great whimper escaped from her. She remembered back to the lecture Lady Claire gave the first night they were on Retreat. They had spoken of honesty, trust and obedience. She had thought she understood, but those three words came crashing down on her in a whole new level of comprehension. Ian was her husband and she trusted him. But now bound and helpless, she realized she needed to trust him even more than she ever had before. She was ashamed of her rebellious thoughts. Justifications were easy; she was tired, lonely and so hot! Her nipples burned as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. The bondage had reduced her world to the simplicity of honesty and obedience.

Ian continued his lunch, carefully, slowly. Finally Maddie could hear the chair being pushed back. Lips pressed against hers and she was so grateful for the contact she pushed back, opening her mouth to accept whatever use he might have of her.

A tiny portion of wine was passed into her mouth. Maddie let the cool liquid wash around her mouth as he continued the kiss. Her world started to spin. She swallowed the wine then opened her mouth further as Ian kissed her harder, pushing his tongue into her mouth. All the while, he traced lazy spirals cross her exposed flesh, slowing into a deliberate arousal in her cleavage. Maddie was drowning in the sensation of the feather touch coupled with the crushing invasion of his mouth on hers. She pushed her mouth harder into his and tried to lift her breasts to him. Her knees pulled against the bar as far as possible hoping for some attention.

This was too much. She started to thrash in her bindings. Ian released her mouth and continued his finger tip arousal of her flesh. Maddie was moaning. She wanted him to be harder, really make her feel his strength. Her moans shifted to pleas.

“Please oh please, please touch me, use me, please, please, AHAHAHAH.”

Like a flash of lightening, Ian pinched her nipples hard around the clamps. Her back arched into the pain. Maddie fought back with all her strength, pulling against the ropes. The futility of her efforts was exhausting her but also driving her excitement higher. Ian let go of her nipples and the shooting pain of his pinch retreated into the now-welcome ache of the clips. She relaxed into the ropes catching her breath. Within seconds though, her skin wanted more. Her cunt was dripping and she again ached to be touched.

“This is delightful.” Ian’s voice was playful. “Let’s see how you react to this.”

Maddie shuddered as a kiss landed on the inside of her knee. Oh, he was so close. Another kiss, this one slightly higher inside her thigh, ended in a small sharp bite sending shivers of passion racing through her tightly held body. Maddie was moaning and shaking in her bondage as the kisses and bites got closer to her cunt. Finally his mouth closed on her swollen and aching clit. He ate her roughly, sucking her clit in between his teeth. Her orgasm took her hard, colour exploding behind her blindfold; her screams echoing off the walls of their chamber.

Usually after coming, Maddie needed to relax a bit, but Ian was giving her no quarter. Her nipples became pinpoints of agony in their clips, hypersensitive after her orgasm. She begged him to stop, and not to stop, her words an unintelligible flow of sounds around her passion. Climax after climax piled on each other until she was no longer aware of her body.

Finally the attack on her senses faded. She felt the clips being removed from her nipples. Her awareness spiralled again as their release was almost as painful as the application. One by one the ropes were loosened and gentle hands rubbed her cramping muscles. She felt like her skin had been removed. Ian’s hands were gentle but insistent and did not leave her body. He was her anchor in a world that was still spinning. Maddie felt herself being taken from the table and moved to one of the benches. She lay face down on the padded surface savouring the moments of relaxation and freedom of movement. Her ass was held high as her legs draped comfortably open.

Again the ropes were passed back and forth through the rings on her ankles and waist. Ian tenderly but firmly crossed her arms tightly across her back securing her wrists to her belt. Once more she was completely immobilized. Maddie’s awareness still floated just beyond her control, but as the ropes tied her down, she relaxed and her sensation of spinning lessened.

Ian ran his fingernails up the back of her legs stopping at her ass cheeks and spreading them wide. A moment later, Maddie felt something hard pressing against her anus. As she no longer had the volition to resist, she relaxed welcoming the intrusion of the butt plug. Oh it felt so good to be filled. A low moan rumbled from her as Ian’s cock passed through her wet and welcoming vulva. Maddie was shaking again. She was overwhelmed and riding a wave of sensation she had hardly ever dreamed possible.

“Open your mouth, girl.” Ian’s voice was low and breathy in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard and I want to have access to all of you.”

Maddie opened her mouth, allowing her cries of passion to escape as Ian slammed into her again and again. Suddenly he pulled out and a few seconds later Maddie tasted her own juices on his cock as he held her tightly by the hair and fucked her mouth. She almost gagged and the reflex pushed the butt plug loose. Ian pulled out and a moment later, the butt plug was thrust back into her along with his shaft into her cunt.

Back and forth this continued, cunt and mouth and back again. Maddie had no idea for how long. She was filled and used and overpowered. She lost track of her orgasms as they piled one on top of the other. Finally, in a violent desperate pounding, Ian reached his climax, releasing deeply into his wife.

When it was all over, Maddie was bundled into a warm robe and the two of them cuddled in front of the fireplace in the sitting room. Maddie contemplated her feelings of rebellion and aggressiveness from earlier. Ian had seen through her clearly and immediately and had done just the right thing to purge her of these feelings. Maddie was filled with gratitude and sighed deeply and contentedly.