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Chapter Four - The Resort
A tired but happy foursome stepped into the foyer of the ski chalet and
admired the cathedral ceilings and wood timber design. The open concept
was made possible through the use of thick wood posts and massive log
trusses. The side facing the mountain and ski slopes was generously
built with glass. Through the windows, steam rose from a hot tub nestled
into the flagstone. Low rock walls sheltered the tub from the wind.
As Lady P detected the aroma of coffee and a dinner (lasagna?), Beth
strode in from the common area.
"Hi guys!" she exclaimed. "I thought I heard voices. I've got coffee
brewing and Heather will have her famous lasagna ready to serve in about
an hour. Why don't you ladies come with me? Rick, you can get the bags
out of the vehicle and park the truck in the garage. There's no sense
leaving it out to get covered in snow. Linda dear, with Pattie's
permission," Lady P nodded, "I want you in your serving uniform asap.
Your room is there behind the stairs. Now Pattie and Jane come with me.
I've got some wine chilled and I'll give you the tour of this place."
With that, she spun on her heels and strode purposely back to the common
area.
The foursome looked at each other and laughed. Pattie slapped Linda on
the bum and said, "You heard what Mistress Beth said to do slave. Go
find her when you are ready and I would not recommend you be tardy, it
seems like she has a plan."
Rick spoke up and said, "I guess I have my orders too. Come on Linda,
point out which bags you need right away and I will bring the rest in."
As the ladies entered the common room, they met Eve who was sitting in
one of the large leather sofas. Her slave, Marci was in her serving
uniform and had her nose firmly touching the wall in a corner of the
large room. Her hands were bound behind her and it was obvious there was
some sort of gag in her mouth.
"Patricia, Jane...so good to see you again," said Eve as she stood and
approached them. Her standard 5" heels echoed on the stone floor and her
gait was as graceful as a ballerina. "Excuse Marci if she doesn't say
hello. She was a little messy earlier when setting the table so she's in
a time-out." The newcomers glanced casually into the corner and then
ignored her.
With wine glasses in hand, Beth gave them a tour of the common area which
had a large sauna, a hot tub, pool table and a large entertainment area
in front of a massive stone fireplace. Heather was just adding a log to
the crackling fire as Pattie admired the ambiance of the room.
Beth next lead them back to their side of the complex where Rick had
handed Linda her bags and Linda was disappearing into her bedroom. Beth
explained that each chalet was a mirror image. Both contained their own
full-size kitchen and the three upstairs bedrooms each had a full ensuite
while the modest lower bedroom (where Linda was assigned) had a smaller
rest room. The 'slave' room did however have a generous vanity in the
bedroom which Linda was grateful for as it provided space for her
cosmetics and uniform 'bits and bobs'.
As Beth was finishing the tour and Jane and Pattie decided on which room
to occupy, Rick entered from a door off the kitchen that obviously led to
the garage. Stomping his feet, he declared that it had gotten cold and
the heated garage was a blessing.
With a snap of her fingers, Beth had Heather deliver Rick a double scotch
served on a tray and she suggested they retire to the entertainment area
while the three slaves finished dinner preparations.
Eve released Marci from her time out and removed the cuffs. Marci and
Heather were joined shortly by Linda and the three slaves quietly got
caught up on the activities of the past two weeks as well as the routine
that Mistress Beth seemed to have taken over.
In the common room, Beth was offering to be the den mother for as she put
it, her ski bunny days were over and she would much rather read and have
fun playing with Heather. Eve asked if it would be an imposition if
Marci was put under Beth's watch while Eve skied. Beth was glad to have
the extra hands and received Eve's permission to punish Marci if or when
required.
In the kitchen, Linda was peppered about her wedding dress. This was the
first time since the bridal shower that the three of them had been able
to chat. Linda was effusive in her description of how the dress fit and
looked. Glancing back at the common room and lowering her voice, she
told them that she had focussed on her weight loss and the dress was
fitted to her 20" corseted waist. That evoked a squeal of excitement
from Marci which prompted an inquiry from Lady P about what the three of
them were up to. "Nothing my lady," replied Linda, "we were just
deciding who would bring in the snacks and refresh the drinks." Patricia
smiled as she glanced at the other dommes, they all knew very well that
the wedding dress was the likely topic of discussion. Rick rolled his
eyes as he didn't understand all the fuss. Beth made a point of noting
that they likely weren't the first kink group to stay in the chalets.
She pointed out several well anchored rings on the underside of the log
trusses as well as some tiedown points on many of the vertical support
posts. "Rick, did you bring those gibbets you were talking about?" she
asked. When Rick nodded, she pointed at two particularly stout rings and
suggested that they would be appropriate for those bondage devices. Rick
took a careful look at them and agreed that they would be easily accessed
and strong enough for any of their slaves. He said, "It would likely
hold me!" They laughed as they knew there was no chance of finding Rick
locked in one of those wrought iron cages.
Dinner was outstanding and for a change, the slaves were allowed to dine
from chairs beside their dominants. Everyone declared that Heather's
lasagna was to die for and the dessert and after dinner port was
stupendous.
As the dominants relaxed in front of the fire, the slaves tackled the
dishes and cleanup. Linda told them about the wonderful time she had
shopping for all her ski clothing and equipment. An accomplished skier,
she had never hit the slopes as Linda and she was looking forward to it.
The warm fire, satisfying meal and long travel day eventually got the
best of everyone and after deciding on a course of action for the
morning, they all headed to bed. For the slaves, this meant being lashed
in their standard bondage bed clothing to the extremely sturdy bed
frames. None of the slaves were bothered by the extreme heels, the
corsets or the gags and hoods and they along with their owners slept
deeply as the snow outside continued to fall.
Chapter Five - Ski Time
The next morning began with a wonderful breakfast that had been
supervised by Mistress Beth and soon after, the skiers began their
preparations for a day on the slopes. The chalets while offering a great
deal of privacy were conveniently located so that they could push off
from the patio and glide to the gondola and then when done for the day,
ski right up to the chalet.
Linda stared excitedly at her brightly coloured ski suit. Her old male
ski clothes were drab while these were not only functionable, but
fashionable. She still loved the feeling of tights going over freshly
shaved legs and she chuckled that her former self would not have spent so
much time in front of a mirror ensuring her makeup matched the colours of
her jacket. She was thankful for the coaching Mistress Beth had provided
in managing her long hair and she had it pinned and ready for her helmet.
Linda was less sure of how her skiing would be affected by the formidable
corset now resting on her bed awaiting the arrival of Lady Patricia and
Master Rick.
No sooner had she wondered how she would manage than the two dominants
entered her bedroom. "Good morning Linda," said Rick as Linda
reflexively curtseyed.
"Now Linda dear," said Lady P. "I know you have worked very hard to slim
down in preparation for the wedding and I won't have your waist efforts
go to waste." She laughed at her pun while Rick rolled his eyes.
"Good humour is obviously wasted (a small chuckle), on men," Pattie said
as she wrapped the corset around Linda and loosely cinched and adjusted
it. "Good lord, honey. You have some serious curves going on!" Linda
demurely replied, "Thank you my lady."
Rick stepped in and using his considerable strength quickly had the
corset closed. Linda knew that this corset was not as stringent as her
wedding one and she was appreciative for that. Lady P silently examined
the closed corset and wished she had a tape measure.
With the corset tied off Rick gave Linda a healthy smack on the bum and
walked out of the room. "Let's get going, I'm ready to hit the slopes!"
In short order Jane, Rick, Eve, Lady P and Linda were stepping out and
strapping into their skis. Before they pushed off, Beth reminded them of
lunch time and warned that she would punish ANYONE who was late.
Laughing, the group headed down the slope. To Linda's pleasant surprise,
the corset did not interfere with her technique although she knew that if
she fell it would be a challenge to get back up.
The morning flew by as the skiers got their legs and bodies used to the
exercise. It was apparent the stronger skiers were Rick and Linda and as
they unstrapped back at the chalet it was agreed that Rick and Linda
would tackle the more challenging slopes in the afternoon while Eve, Jane
and Pattie would stay on the milder slopes and perhaps enjoy some of the
main chalet amenities.
That afternoon after completing a steeply pitched slope, Linda slid to a
smooth stop at a mid-slope viewing area. Rick was right behind her.
"You have some serious skill girl," he said as they both lifted their
helmet visors. "I was hard pressed to keep up to you. Well done!"
Linda was enthralled with the experience. The runs were wonderful and
the feeling of skiing as a woman exhilarated her. "Thank you kind sir"
she said and without thinking leaned into Rick for a hug. Catching him
by surprise, her actions caused both to fall. Linda had landed on Rick
and as she instinctively pushed to get up, her hand found exactly how
excited Rick had been. Feeling impish, she said, "That's quite the ski
pole you have Master Rick." For his part, Rick was glad his scarf hid
his blush and he quickly disentangled them and helped Linda to her feet.
Changing the subject, he pointed out their chalet and then the small
village that supported the ski resort. Recognizing she may have been too
forward and curious why she had even reacted like she did, Linda asked
questions about what they were looking at. From their high vantage the
village looked like a Christmas painting. She could just make out some
horse drawn sleighs on the main streets of the village. Looking at his
watch Rick declared that it was time to start working their way over to
the run that would lead them to the chalet. He joked that he didn't want
to suffer the wrath of Mistress Beth.
Neither of them mentioned the exchange they had while recovering from the
gentle tumble Linda had caused.
That night the three slaves were put through their paces by a refreshed
Mistress Beth who had apparently not tired herself out ordering Marci and
Heather around during the day. It was a very tired Linda who fell into
bed that night.
The next day was a repeat in that Rick and Linda skied the more difficult
slopes while the lady dommes took a more relaxed approach. Ironically,
it was on one of the gentler slopes that Eve suffered a minor spill that
unfortunately resulted in a sprain. Despite her objections, Pattie and
Jane insisted she be seen by the resort doctor who proscribed some mild
pain meds and two days of bed rest.
That afternoon while a grumpy and groggy Mistress Eve blustered at Slave
Marci, Jane and Pattie decided to spend some time in the main chalet.
After cleaning up in the restroom they first had a light snack and some
wine and then strolled out of the front doors and onto the main street.
Festive decorations were everywhere and the boutique shops appeared to be
doing a good business. Arm in arm they strolled along the street
admiring the storefronts and pointing out some of the decorations. Their
route took them past one of the village sleighs. The grizzled driver was
fastening a feed bag on one of the two horses. He glanced over at them
and realized he knew one of them from somewhere. The ladies didn't
notice his glance nor that he quickly fastened the second bag and then
crossed the street and casually followed them. I know that woman from
somewhere he thought again.
Later that night while the four couples played with their subs and
relaxed in the hot tub, a TV flickered in a threadbare bedroom of the
barn where the sleigh horses were stabled. The driver was sprawled on
the bed with one ear tuned to the TV. He was drinking rye whiskey out of
a well-used glass and aimlessly viewing porn on his laptop. It was
obvious his mind was elsewhere.
I know that woman from somewhere he kept thinking. He had followed them
for a couple of blocks before having to return to his team. He didn't
want to incur the wrath of his boss; this job had been hard enough to
find. What a f**'d up life I have. Who would have thought five years
ago that I would be alone and sleeping in a freezing, smelly barn? His
thoughts continued to burn as he slurped the remainder of his whiskey and
reached for the bottle. I think I'll keep an eye out for her again.
That broad she was with seemed like a good friend, maybe if I see her
again I will remember more. Or.... maybe I will get to bang both of
them! Yeah, right Kurt, he laughed, fat f**&ing chance of that. With a
shrug he turned off the TV and focused on the images on his laptop.
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