The Retreat Ch. 01

Violet was a strong leader and a highly motivated, intelligent woman who had worked hard to get where she was. She only stood five feet; four inches tall. She was in good shape and somehow found time to go to the gym to stay that way. Her body was tight with perky round boobs that weren’t particularly big, only a C cup, but could look bigger on her frame if she wanted them too. Her long curly brown hair was always well kept and hung down to about her mid back. Her light brown eyes could be seductive or piercing and she had used them in both ways any number of times.

She had built her team in the corporation where she worked for business analytics and innovation from scratch. She had worked them hard, but she always worked harder than them. They gave her their best, because she was always willing to go to bat for them and work harder and longer hours than they did. She had come to trust them with almost anything, but she always checked and reviewed their work before submitting anything.

She had dated half a dozen people over the last three years, of both men and women. Her high standards in everything, and wish to have a say in what was going on, had led to all but one of her boyfriends to leave. The other one, turned out to be a limp noodle of a man whose idea of a romantic night in was ‘Netflix and chill’. She never called him back.

She had similar problems with her girlfriends. They all complained that her tight control of her schedule and grueling business life, left no room for romance, spontaneity, or even fun, and one by one they too had left her.

So, on the day when she proudly presented her teams work over the last five years, saving the company 7.8 million dollars this physical year, with the growth potential of 1.2 billion dollars over the next ten years, had been a major breakthrough and success. It had been a huge moment for her and her team, and she was left with no one to celebrate it with. But she didn’t let that bother her too much. But even that proud moment was eclipsed by the sudden promotion she received the next quarter.

Executive Vice President.

Violet had dedicated her life to this business and being the best. Being promoted to such a high position at such a young age, wasn’t unheard of, but it did ruffle feathers. Namely the feathers of the only bitch in the place who could have stood in her way, Eva, team lead for Human Resources and fiscal appropriations. But Violet wasn’t worried, she had earned her promotion, she hadn’t sucked a long line of dicks to get where she was.

And now, sitting in her empty condo, with no one to share her success with, no one to help her finish the three-hundred-dollar bottle of wine she had bought herself as a promotion gift, she found her mind turning back to those she had dated over the last few years and all the problems they had seen with her. Workaholic, was a word that came up in multiple arguments across multiple partners.

Now that she was Executive Vice President, it was time to maybe rethink some of those things that had made this warm Tuscan yellow and orange painted condo, so cold and empty.

She opened her laptop and sipped at her very delicious and expensive French Pinot Noir.

She had no idea what she was looking for and then she clicked on the wrong thing. Her finger clicked the mouse when she was reading a description of a vacation resort. She exhaled a little loudly because now she had to wait for the webpage to load. It took a while, she stared at the blue circle of death for at least a minute before the splash page appeared.

She was surprised to see a very upscale resort hotel with welcoming wooden balconies and palm trees with a cool blue muti-section pool and hot tub. She fell in love with the atmosphere almost immediately. She found herself only half reading the description of the place when her eyes fell on the word kink and training.

She inhaled sharply and focused on just what kind of resort this was. She read a four or five sentence paragraph explanation of the resort and the packages offered. They all centered around fetish and bdsm training. There were two arrows on the bottom of the page, the left one said simply, “Dom/me” the right arrow said “sub”.

Something about her past relationships and being called a ‘control freak’ over and over again made the mouse hover of the word “Dom/me” but then the quietness of her condo and the single wine glass on her coffee table made her click the “sub” arrow.

She was greeted with a very pleasant page of happy smiling people, some wearing latex, some wearing bikinis, some were completely naked. She read about the different packages and the “step program”. It all seemed like roleplaying to her. She wasn’t a sub at all, so she found it hard to believe that she could ever just, ‘follow the orders of a well-trained staff member to train you to accept the sub inside and let go’.

If her failed relations were anything to go by that’s what she needed, if only to be more comfortable with the idea. Without allowing herself to think too much about it, and taking a long drink from her wine glass, she chose the bottom exclusive package and charged it to her PayPal account.

The dates would be set later when a Dom/me became available and the client would have forty-eight hours to acknowledge the invite or the total bill would be taken as a cancelation fee. Well, that’s a bit extreme, I’d love for this place to try to rob from me if my work says I can’t go. And what’s up with this forty-eight-hour acknowledgement? I have a life, unlike these rich house wives who can take vacations whenever they feel like it.

* * *

She got out of the Uber and looked up at the amazingly inviting Resort.

She had gotten an email a week ago and she had almost missed it. She was even busier now as the Executive Vice President than she had been as a team leader and her email inbox had about a thousand new entries every day that she had to syphon through. The email gave her check in and check out dates, total cost with amenities and legalese about incidentals and other expenses that might be needed to be handled by the applicant upon check out.

It took even her, the Executive Vice President almost two days to get her LOA (Leave of Absence) approved for two weeks. She just barely sent the email confirmation back before the timer to default on her package had run out.

A follow up email had been sent with other instructions, one bag allowed per guest, no pets, no parking for non-staff so an Uber of Taxi must be taken, to be reimbursed for qualifying candidates. With her salary, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be reimbursed for the ride there.

And now here she was, Executive Vice President, Violet Winters, standing in front of this amazing looking resort to begin her two-week vacation, something she hadn’t enjoyed for more than five years.

She grabbed her single roll luggage and headed up the walkway to what she assumed was the front door. She noticed that the resort was strangely quiet. Even a place with these high price tags, she assumed there would be more… people here.

She rang the doorbell, not seeing any sort of public entry way the way you would see at a standard hotel. She waited a few moments, thinking that maybe this was the wrong place, when the door swung open. She was greeted by a very handsome gentleman in his late forties, early fifties with some grey showing in his dark brown hair. His steel blue eyes were still sharp and his arms were muscular showing the number of hours he most assuredly spent in the gym, Violet found herself wondering just what the rest of his body must look like.

“You must be Violet, yes?” The man asked suddenly bringing Violet out of her imagination.

Violet nodded, “yes, that’s right I’m Violet Winters.”

The man had an infectious smile and Violet found herself smiling back at him as he began to introduce himself, “I’m James, I’ve been assigned your case for your stay with us.”

“Wait, my case?” Violet asked suddenly confused.

James shook his head with a nod, “Yes, sorry, just resort vernacular. We treat each individual guest as just that, an individual. Your stay with us isn’t just a vacation package but a specially designed program that you yourself requested. You did read the disclaimer and contract we sent you?”

Violet nodded. Yes, she had read the disclaimer. And now being here she looked up at the resort and wondered, not for the first time, if this is really what she wanted. Then her mind rested on a coffee table, with an expensive bottle of wine and only one wine glass. She knew she needed to change something about herself and she had made up her mind that the more extreme option was needed.

“Yes, I read the contract, I’m ready,” Violet stated.

“Wonderful,” James said with a smile. “Follow me, please.”

James turned around and opened the heavy front door for her as she wheeled in her single piece of luggage. James took the lead and started pointing out the various rooms and areas of the resort.

“Here is our main hall, this is where the Resort entertains guests, and holds our parties and get-togethers. Visitors are usually only allowed access to this part of the Resort.” He turned down a hallway with many doors to either side. “Laundry, secondary kitchen, supply closet.”

They stepped through beautifully elegant French double doors onto the patio area, “This is the outside lounge and pool, Dom/mes are allowed access here to relax and train as they see fit. This area will be off limits to you at first.”

Violet passed by the clear blue pool and hot tub with a soft sigh. She almost didn’t catch that she wasn’t going to be able to use it. But before she could question James about what he meant, the older gentleman was already pushing through another set of doors and hurrying her back into a side building. Violet was a bit overwhelmed by the size of the place and James was moving fast. She had to focus just to keep up.

James moved fast down a hallway with entryways but no doors. “This is the ‘sub’ wing. You’ll be staying here. Here’s the communal bathroom, shared showers, eating area, and here we are.”