TESSA 7 - The Resort - Administrative Briefing
“Please come in, Tessa!” Came the voice from inside the office. “Sit down, and make yourself comfortable. I just wanted to go over a few things, and make sure we’re all on the same page.”
It sounded like something a superior at any office would say. The woman continued. “First off, anything of concern you need to address?”
“Well, the wooden horse was quite painful - my pussy is still bruised from it!” You said, standing to show the woman your painful marks. She only smiled.
“Yes, Professor Adrian.” She nodded. “He does enjoy his implements, doesn’t he? But, not to worry - that bruising will heal up in a few days.”
“Professor?” You asked.
“Oh, yes. Professor Adrian works at a college back east. He’s an expert on torture. He pays us a great deal of money to work here, honing his craft, if you will.” The woman smiled.
“He pays you?”
“Oh, yes.” The woman continued. “Most all of those you see pay to be here. The cooks, groundskeepers, maintenance, even the legal staff. Many share their services so they can take part in our program, even if they can only spend a few days in slavery. And if you’re curious, we pay our taxes. We’re one of the biggest economic engines in the county.”
“Are you the owner?”
“Oh, heavens no!” Laughed the woman. “I certainly wish I was. No, the Master lives at our original facility in northern Europe. I am paid to watch the accounting, scheduling, and daily operations here.”
“Do you have a name?” You asked.
“Of course I have a name!” The woman answered. “But you can call me ‘Ma’am’ for now.” You got the feeling she had used this line before.
“I see men here…” Your questions continued.
“Yes, we have a small wing for as many as six male clients.” The woman answered. “And they pay a premium to be here. It isn’t anything we advertise, but there’s a waiting list of several months to be a male slave here. It’s a whole different thing, believe me. Some are gay, most are not. We’re actually working on a pilot program to open a separate facility in Canada catering to men. For now, we’re just happy to have the men working as servants. We can accommodate up to 20 women, we have three new girls scheduled to arrive this afternoon. You were lucky to get in as quick as you did, Tessa, as we had a rare cancellation.”
It felt almost natural to be sitting nude in front of her, wearing only a collar, and leathers around your wrists and ankles.
The woman smiled and asked, “What are your favorite parts so far, Tessa?”
“The food!” You blurted. “The meals so far have been amazing!”
“Yes, that seems to be a popular answer.” The woman grinned, looking at a file. “And, I see you haven’t been credited with any punishment points yet, though I see one of the men who tended to you after bed time has a small complaint. Apparently, your rear passage was a bit tight for him, and he wants to be able to sodomize you with more comfort. That’s easy enough - we’ll tend to that later this afternoon.”
A knock at the door. “Come in.” Said the woman at her desk.
Diane entered wearing a sharp pantsuit. You almost didn’t recognize her with clothes on. “I just wanted to say ‘thank you’ and good-bye before I headed out!”
The woman stood, went over, and hugged Diane gently. “This is Tessa, Diane.” She said, pulling away slowly and gesturing toward you.
“So pleased to meet you, Tessa.” Said Diane, reaching out her hand. “I hope you enjoy it here as much as I do! I’m hoping to come back for my sixth visit in the fall!”
“Diane works as a teacher in the south.” The woman noted. “Her first visit was to our European office. Her feedback and knowledge have helped us grow and flourish more than she knows.”
“Oh, thank you, Ma’am.” Diane smiled.
“Well, the SUV is ready to take you back to the airport.” The woman nodded to Diane then turning to you. “And Tessa, I think it’s time for you to meet Mister Sato.”
It sounded like something a superior at any office would say. The woman continued. “First off, anything of concern you need to address?”
“Well, the wooden horse was quite painful - my pussy is still bruised from it!” You said, standing to show the woman your painful marks. She only smiled.
“Yes, Professor Adrian.” She nodded. “He does enjoy his implements, doesn’t he? But, not to worry - that bruising will heal up in a few days.”
“Professor?” You asked.
“Oh, yes. Professor Adrian works at a college back east. He’s an expert on torture. He pays us a great deal of money to work here, honing his craft, if you will.” The woman smiled.
“He pays you?”
“Oh, yes.” The woman continued. “Most all of those you see pay to be here. The cooks, groundskeepers, maintenance, even the legal staff. Many share their services so they can take part in our program, even if they can only spend a few days in slavery. And if you’re curious, we pay our taxes. We’re one of the biggest economic engines in the county.”
“Are you the owner?”
“Oh, heavens no!” Laughed the woman. “I certainly wish I was. No, the Master lives at our original facility in northern Europe. I am paid to watch the accounting, scheduling, and daily operations here.”
“Do you have a name?” You asked.
“Of course I have a name!” The woman answered. “But you can call me ‘Ma’am’ for now.” You got the feeling she had used this line before.
“I see men here…” Your questions continued.
“Yes, we have a small wing for as many as six male clients.” The woman answered. “And they pay a premium to be here. It isn’t anything we advertise, but there’s a waiting list of several months to be a male slave here. It’s a whole different thing, believe me. Some are gay, most are not. We’re actually working on a pilot program to open a separate facility in Canada catering to men. For now, we’re just happy to have the men working as servants. We can accommodate up to 20 women, we have three new girls scheduled to arrive this afternoon. You were lucky to get in as quick as you did, Tessa, as we had a rare cancellation.”
It felt almost natural to be sitting nude in front of her, wearing only a collar, and leathers around your wrists and ankles.
The woman smiled and asked, “What are your favorite parts so far, Tessa?”
“The food!” You blurted. “The meals so far have been amazing!”
“Yes, that seems to be a popular answer.” The woman grinned, looking at a file. “And, I see you haven’t been credited with any punishment points yet, though I see one of the men who tended to you after bed time has a small complaint. Apparently, your rear passage was a bit tight for him, and he wants to be able to sodomize you with more comfort. That’s easy enough - we’ll tend to that later this afternoon.”
A knock at the door. “Come in.” Said the woman at her desk.
Diane entered wearing a sharp pantsuit. You almost didn’t recognize her with clothes on. “I just wanted to say ‘thank you’ and good-bye before I headed out!”
The woman stood, went over, and hugged Diane gently. “This is Tessa, Diane.” She said, pulling away slowly and gesturing toward you.
“So pleased to meet you, Tessa.” Said Diane, reaching out her hand. “I hope you enjoy it here as much as I do! I’m hoping to come back for my sixth visit in the fall!”
“Diane works as a teacher in the south.” The woman noted. “Her first visit was to our European office. Her feedback and knowledge have helped us grow and flourish more than she knows.”
“Oh, thank you, Ma’am.” Diane smiled.
“Well, the SUV is ready to take you back to the airport.” The woman nodded to Diane then turning to you. “And Tessa, I think it’s time for you to meet Mister Sato.”
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