When during breakfast Suzy announced, we were going camping this weekend, I asked what I could do to help get ready. She often acted spontaneously, and during our three-year-long relationship, I had learned to go with the flow. Suzy handed me a to-do list, which included gathering our camping gear and shopping for supplies. I took the list, smiled, and said I’d take care of everything. It was Wednesday, and the plan was to leave after work on Friday, so I started on the punch list right away. After work, I went to the garage and the attic to gather the camping equipment, including the tent, sleeping bags, and ice chest. The next day, Thursday, I stopped at the grocery and hardware stores after work. I had the car packed by the time Suzy got home from work on Friday.
Once we’d taken off, I realized I didn’t know where we were going. There were a couple of state parks that we had gone to before, so I asked Suzy if she wanted to go back to one of those, but she had another plan. “We’re going someplace new this time.” She dropped a pin to my iPhone and I mapped the route, which was a bit more than two hours away. During the trip, Suzy and I chit-chatted. When the subject of the weekend came up, Suzy mentioned for the first time that some of her friends would be joining us at the campsite. I asked who, and she said that I had not met most of them.
We arrived at the campsite right at dusk. The site seemed to be private property, perhaps part of a farm or ranch. It was lush with trees and had a brook running nearby. There were already three tents pitched and some of the occupants were standing around a roaring fire. Since it was getting dark, I didn’t introduce myself right away, but rather pitched the tent. Suzy joined her friends at the fire while I prepared the camp.
It was completely dark by the time I had finished erecting the tent and unpacked the car, The only light at the campsite was coming from the campfire, where Suzy and her friends were still hanging out. I heard them talking and laughing as I approached the fire. I was surprised that only women were standing around the fire and oddly they did not acknowledge me when I walked up. After a few minutes, I tried to introduce myself. The women stopped talking as I spoke. “Hi, I’m Michael, Suzy’s husband.” Suzy stood with three other women and didn’t offer a lifeline to break the tension.
The three women introduced themselves the same. “I am Judy/Jenn/Lynn, but you may call me Ma’am.” Lynn spoke after the introductions, “Michael, this is an intervention. Suzy has asked us to help her with your marriage. I was dumbstruck. “There’s nothing wrong with our marriage.” Suzy spoke for the first time, “The fact you feel that way is precisely the problem.” Judy chimed in, “Do you know what a Female-Led Relationship is, Michael?” I spit out, “That’s some sort of kink shit.” Judy corrected me, “You will speak to me politely and call me Ma’am.” Lynn took control again, “That’s enough for tonight, Michael. Suzy’s going to spend the night with me. We’ll pick this up again in the morning.”
The four women left. Lynn held Suzy’s hand as they walked towards her tent. At the fringe of the light of the campfire, Lynn turned towards Susy and kissed her on the lips. I wanted to follow, but thought better of it. It was clear that this weekend had been planned and I would have to be patient to find out what the plan was. I went back to my tent and tossed and turned for several hours before finally falling asleep.
It was light when I woke. I had slept in, something I never do. I dressed quickly and went outside. Judy, Jenn and Lynn were sitting in chairs at their campsites. Suzy was not with them. I walked up to Lynn, the apparent ringleader and asked about Suzy. She just stared back at me until I followed up with a “Ma’am.” She smiled and said, “I wore Suzy out last night. She’s sleeping in. Suzy would like you to spend the day with us. The three women stood up and walked towards the forest. It was obvious they wanted me to follow them.
We walked along a dirt path for perhaps ten minutes before the women surrounded me. Their behavior was unnerving. There moves were obviously rehearsed. The two women behind me, Judy and Jenn, held my arms behind my back and I felt zip-ties bind my wrist. Lynn stepped towards me and put a hood over my head. I protested, but the women acted deliberately. After walking me a short distance, one of the women removed my socks and shoes, then my underwear and trousers. My arms still bound behind me, I felt my shirt being cut away from my upper torso, then I was bound by rope to a tree. Some sore of strap was placed around my neck and it was cinched to the tree. I had virtually no ability to move.
I heard the women whispering to one another, then the whispers became fainter as they walked away, leaving me bound to the tree, naked and blindfolded. I was left, apparently unattended, for what seemed like several hours before I heard footsteps approach me. The women had returned. Lynn removed my hood, blinding me for a minute until my eyes adjusted to the midday sun. She was holding a stick, more like a cane, which she used to probe me as she spoke. “Michael, Suzy tells us she has tried to change your attitude, but you have resisted.” I fired back, “What do you mean.” She struck my thigh with the cane. “This is exactly what I mean, asshole.” No one had ever spoken to me that way. Assessing my situation, I rephrased my question, “What do you mean, Ma’am?”
“Michael, there can only be one dominant personality in a relationship, and Suzy insists that she be the leader in your marriage.” Suzy had never directly discussed this with me, but upon reflection, I was beginning to realize there were some signs that she was dissatisfied with my attitude. Hoping to appease my captures, “I have noticed Suzy becoming irritated with me more often.” A moment passed, then Lynn struck me with the cane. I understood the prompt and responded “Ma’am.”
Lynn took the cane and tapped my penis. Judy cupped my balls and laughed saying, “These are going to get mighty full in the coming months.” The three women laughed. Lynn continued to tap my penis. “You have a pretty small dick, Michael. I can see why Suzy isn’t satisfied. She had a huge orgasm last night though. She seemed to have a lot of pent-up sexual energy. She went down on me like it was her last meal.” I never knew Suzy to have any interest in women. Perhaps Lynn was just trying to pull my chain.
The women continued to taunt me as Suzy approached us. She was smiling. She held something in her hand. As she walked up, Lynn turned towards her, and they kissed. Suzy cupped Lynn’s ass as they made out in front of me. Lynn slipped her hand under Suzy’s waistband and rubbed Suzy’s pussy. Suzy’s body spasmed, evidencing her pleasure. I thought for a moment that Susy was going to experience an orgasm, but after a couple of minutes, the two separated.
Suzy stood in front of me and for the first time clearly articulated what she expected from me. “Michael, after today the dynamics of our relationship will change markedly. Going forward, I will be the dominant in our marriage and you’re going to be my bitch. I started to contemplate my own plan, one of apparent acquiescence, at least until I was released. I simply replied “Okay.” Suzy grabbed my balls and squeezed. I screamed in pain, then said, “Yes, Ma’am.” Suzy squeezed again and said, “You won’t be needing these for a while, if ever.” “Yes, Ma’am”, I replied.
Suzy reached in her pocket and withdrew something shiny. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was because my head was still pinned back, but it became obvious what it was when I felt her locking my cock up. Stepping back, Suzy handed the keys to Lynn. “Lynn will oversee your penis going forward dear. She will also be responsible for your training.” I asked politely, “What training is that, Ma’am?” Lynn spoke on Suzy’s behalf, “I am going to teach you how to properly serve Suzy, bitch. I will be teaching you how to worship assholes, drink golden nectar, and how to take girl cock.”
“I will also introduce you to punishment.” Judy and Jenn began to untie me, although my wrists were still bound behind me by the zip-ties. The two women pushed me to my knees, and then pushed my face in the dirt. Lynn tapped my butt with her cane and shouted, “Ass in the air, bitch.” I tried to comply and pushed my hips higher. She further commanded, Count off the blows, bitch. If I don’t hear the count, we’re starting over.” A moment later I heard a crack and excruciating pain as she caned my ass. Startled, I didn’t speak, when Lynn said “We’re starting over, bitch.” Crack, “one.” Crack, “two”. Crack, “three. By the twentieth blow, I was crying. The dirt stuck to my wet face.
Judy and Jenn lifted me to my feet by my bound arms and pushed me towards Lynn and Suzy, who were already halfway back to camp. Once there, I found the three women had already struck camp, leaving only my tent standing. My bindings were cut, releasing my arms for the first time since the ordeal had begun. Suzy commanded me to take down the tent and stow the gear in the car. Still naked, I started by looking for something to put on. As I bent over a piece of luggage, I felt the cane strike me again. When I turned around, it was Suzy who has delivered the blow, not Lynn. She barked, “Do what I said, bitch.”
I complied with the orders and struck our camp. The four women supervised, occasionally shouting out derogatory names. When I finished, I asked Suzy, “Will there be anything else, Ma’am.” She responded, “No, bitch.” I started walking towards our car when I felt the cane tap my ass. Suzy said, “You’ll be going home with Lynn tonight. She has a few things she’d like you to learn.” Lynn was already in her car. I got in the passenger seat and closed the door, still butt naked except for the chastity cage.