Pleasure Incorparated

CHAPTER 3*** 

The next two months were a whirl wind of activity, with her new promotion to World Wide Sales Coordinator which was more of a difficult position than she had originally thought. When Jim Brown was with the company, before he was lured away by one of their competitors, he made the job look easy. This job required a lot of hard work and

determination, but with help from Mr. O Connor it was getting easier. She was not the

only one who was having a tough time. Richard was working on a case that was taking up most of his time. As the two of them climbed the ladder of success, the price they had to pay was with their relationship. It seemed to Allison that they never saw each other. If Allison was not working late, it would be Richard. There were a few mornings where they would grab a bit to eat together and would not see the other until the next morning. Allison knew they had to do something about their marriage before the damage was too great to repair.

One Sunday morning the two of them, for a change, were home together. They sat and talked for hours until the morning was gone. She admitted that she had been tempted to get in contact with the Robertson s for another one of their sex sessions. The memory of that night was still fresh in her mind. Whenever she was feeling sexually aroused and if Richard was not home, which was happening more often, she would take out her vibrator to relieve her need. Richard confessed also that he had been tempted to look else where to find an outlet for his sexual frustration. His outlet for sex was the old standby, his hand. They looked into each others eye s and could tell what the other was thinking. Richard did not even take time to take her to the bedroom. Bending her over the table, he lifted her short tennis outfit with one hand while the other pulled down her skimpy underwear.

Sitting around the pool later in the day, the topic of vacations came up. Both agreed that they needed to get away but now was not the time for doing it. About two months down the road Richard would have closed the case he was working on, and Allison could arrange the time off around her husband s schedule. Yet where to go. Both she and Richard had traveled quite extensively and both wanted to go someplace different. Allison remembered two weeks ago when she was getting her hair done, she mentioned to Julie the owner of the beauty saloon that she needed a vacation. Julie did not say anything at the time but when she went to leave, Julie escorted her to the door.

"If your looking for something a little different . . . in the way of a vacation, you might want to look at this." Julie said as she slipped a business card into the palm of her hand. As the doorman opened her car door, Allison slipped behind the wheel of the car and fastened her seatbelt.

"Julie was acting kind of strange. What did she mean when she asked if I wanted something a little different in a way of a holiday?" Allison was thinking as she looked at the card Julie had given her. The card was completely blank, but for a phone number in the bottom right-hand corner.

She never thought any more about the card until now. Going through her purse, she finally found the card in her wallet.

"She didn t tell you anything about where this place is or anything else?" Richard asked as he looked at the phone number.

"Not a thing. Yet the way she was acting. I don t know. It might be worth checking it out." Allison said as she rolled over on her stomach and unhooked the top of her bikini.

"Here, let me." Richard said as he took the sun tan lotion and spread a quantity of it on her back.

"Mmmmm . . . I like the way you spread that lotion." Allison said as Richard spread it on her back before he slid the bottom of her bikini down and massaged the suntan lotion between the orbs of her bottom. While his one hand was massaging the oil in, the other was playing with her clit. As her breathing quickened, she knew she was only a heart beat away from an orgasm. Richard knew her like a well-read book. Just as she was ready to peek, he drove his finger deep up her anus

"God. That was wonderful. I wish you could keep you fingers there always." Allison said as Richard removed his fingers from her womanly cavities.

"This is more like old times." Richard thought as Allison sat on the edge of the deck chair and tugged down his swimming trunks.

"I think you might need some relief." Allison said as she took his hard penis in her hand and gently squeezed it.

"Go ahead and suck it." Richard moaned. As she ran her tongue along the length of his penis, she could tell that he was close to reaching his climax by the way he was thrusting his hips.

"Stick that big fat cock in my mouth." She mumbled as he shoved the first few inches of his manhood in her mouth.

 

"The phone number that your hairdresser gave. I called it." Richard remarked as he

casually ate his desert. It had been almost two weeks since he called the phone number and it was only this afternoon when he got a reply back.

"Well what happened?" Allison probed. She had a strange feeling about that phone number. She had heard gossip at the beauty saloon about Julie s sexual habits. It was only idle gossip and she never really believed it, but Allison believed that there is always a grain of truth in a rumor.

"The number belongs to a resort." Richard replied.

"Oh." Allison remarked. She was disappointed while hoping that there was more than just a resort.

"It s a sex resort. Dealing in bondage." Richard expressed with a smile on his face after he saw the disappointment on Allison face.

"Mmm. Tell me more." Allison replied in a sultry voice. She never figured in her wildest thoughts that Julie would give her a phone number like that.

"I can t tell you to much. The next day I made the call from work on my private line and got a message from a company called Pleasure Incorporate telling me to leave my name and phone number and a representative would get back to me. Later that afternoon someone did." Richard explained as he took a sip of his coffee.

Allison sat and waited with anticipation as Richard unfolded his story.

"Apparently this Pleasure Incorporated deals with adult matters, such as Masters and Slaves. The person I was speaking to told me if I was interested in this form of pleasure, I was to leave my name and address with them and someone would contract me about coming out to our home to explain more about their business." Richard enlightened Allison about what he knew.

"Well what happened." Allison begged as all kinds of erotic thoughts entered her mind.

"I left my name and our address." Richard remarked with his arms folded across his chest and waited for his wife s reaction.

"You didn t. What would happen if our neighbors found out or our employers?" Allison exclaimed. This was okay when Richard was talking about it but to have someone come out to the house.

"Relax dear. Whoever this company is, I have a good feeling about it. Beside you re the one who said it would be nice to go someplace different on our vacations. You have to admit this is unique." Richard replied.

"Did anyone contact you so far?" Allison asked. This might not be as bad as she first thought. "Probably nobody will get back to Richard anyhow." Allison was thinking before Richard replied to her question.

"Someone did. His name is David and he ll be here about eight o clock." Richard replied as he rose from the dinner table.

 

 

The next hour and a half dragged by as Allison and Richard sat in the den watching a stupid game show. Neither one of them was watching the show, each was wrapped up in their own thoughts. Finally they heard the chimes and both arose to answer the door.

Upon opening the door, Richard observed a man that was about the same height as he was and maybe a year or two older. Behind him stood a young woman in her twenties that had the looks and body to be a cover girl.

"Allison and Richard?"

"Yes it is." Richard replied.

"Ah good. I thought for a moment I might have had the wrong house. My name is David or just call me Dave. I was the person you were talking to earlier today." David extended his hand to shake Richard s.

" Glade to meet you. Please come in."

"This must be your beautiful wife. I m glad to make your acquaintance." David remarked as he took her hand and lightly kissed it. Then he turned and introduced the woman he was with as Monique.

As Richard lead the way into the den, David and Monique followed with Allison close behind. Something peculiar about the couple especially the woman. It was only a few minutes since their company had arrived, but Allison thought it strange that Monique had not said a word. She was a good-looking woman maybe about twenty-five or so and stood about five eleven. She was dressed immaculately, although the dress she was wearing was a little too short for her liking. Another thing she noticed was that Monique was braless and when she bent over, Allison was sure of something else, that Monique was not wearing underwear. The only piece of jewelry that Monique had on was a collar or necklace about an inch wide around her neck.

Once everyone was seated with a drink in their hands except Monique who sat at David s feet with her feet curled under her, sipping on a glass of wine. David looked at Allison and then at Richard before he cleared this throat and started to explain about this resort. For the next half hour, he explained about a resort that neither Allison nor Richard had ever dreamed of. The only way a person got invited to this resort called The Spa was by a recommendation. When Richard asked who that someone was, David very coolly replied that a certain hairstylist by the name of Julie recommended them.

"Now, you do know the resort caters exclusively to dominants and submissives." David remarked.

Both of them were speechless and could only nod their heads in an affirmative notion.

"Whatever your taste is, we will try to please." David replied.

"Do you care for another drink?" Richard asked. Allison could tell that her husband was flustered about what he had just heard. Offering another round of drinks was his way of getting back his composure.

"Yes, please."

"You Monique."

"No. Monique had enough for tonight." David answered for her.

"Thank you, Dear." Allison said as he took her glass. She was curious what was transpiring between David and Monique and it made it even more intriguing when David leaned down and Monique whispered something in his ear.

"With Pleasure Incorporate, everyone that cares to patronize The Spa is on a first name bases. I don t need to tell you that all of our clients are important to us. Be it in politics, sports, movies or any number of enterprises." David was explaining while Richard returned with the drinks.

"I m not saying we re interested, but can you tell me about what you were saying about masters and slaves?" Richard asked as he sat back down.

"The Spa operates four, two week sessions a year. Two in the winter months, one in the summer and another in the fall. All the people that are attending a session, their names are entered into a computer. This is where you make your choice of being either a master or a slave. A master or mistress has the privilege of asking for the type of slave he or she wants.

A slave has no choice of whom their master will be. For the two weeks they will be at the mercy of their master or mistress." David replied as he looked down at Monique.

"If we re interested. Where is this place and what is the cost?" Richard asked.

"The location, I cannot divulge until the person is signed up. The cost, for two weeks is fifty thousand dollars per person." David stated as he placed his empty glass on the coffee table.

"This resort is not cheap." Allison spoke for first time. She knew that she was curious about this resort and if she was not mistaking, the look in Richards eyes told the same story.

"By keeping the price high, we discourage the type of people we do not want." David was saying when Monique fidgeted on the floor.

"I hate to impose on your kindness but could Monique use your washroom?" David asked.

"Of course. I ll show you the way." Allison offered. Walking down the hall with Monique following her, a strange thought was forming. Was Monique a slave? The way she acted. Why couldn t she ask to use the washroom, and why did she look up at David when Richard or she asked her a question?

"Some people don t like it, but it s for their own safety." David was explaining to Richard.

"What don t they like?" Allison asked as she entered the room and walked over to her husband and put her arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze.

"I was explaining to Richard that if you choose vacationing at The Spa that both of you will need to undergo an examination by our company doctor in Montgomery. It does not matter who you are or how often that you have been at The Spa, everyone must undergo an examination. We want all our clients, be it a master or slave to have a good time without worrying about contacting some kind of sexually transmitted disease." David informed Allison.

"This type of vacation is not for everybody. Even if one of the couple is a submissive and the other a dominant, the rules of the company are no couple can mingle with each other while vacationing with Pleasure Incorporate." David mentioned as he watched Allison give Richard a hug, which he returned by giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Do you mean we won t be together, even if we wanted to?" Allison replied in shock.

"No. Each of you will be given your own sexual partners for the two the weeks." David declared as he walked over to Monique who was standing by herself with her head lowered.

"You have been a bad girl." David said just over a whisper to Monique so that both Allison and Richard could hear.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" David asked.

"Yes. What can we do for you?" Richard replied.

"I have a small problem. You see Monique is my slave for the night and she needs to be disciplined for taking advantage of your hospitality, and I would like to punish her here." David asked as he watched to see what kind of reaction he received from the Pages.

"What did she do wrong?" Allison asked.

"She knows that she is not to infringe on anybodies hospitality by asking to use the washroom. She should have gone before she came." David said as he waited for what response he was going to get.

"Go ahead." Richard replied before Allison could say anything more.

"Strip slave!" David ordered as he went over and sat on the couch. "A slave needs to be punished as soon as an offence has occurred or else they forget why they are being punished." David continue to say as Monique obediently removed her one article of clothing.

Both Allison and Richard were speechless while they watched Monique remove her dress and step out of it and lay it over the arm of the chair. Just as Allison surmised, Monique was nude under it.

"Would either one of you want to spank her?" David asked while looking at the Pages than back at his slave.

Both of them shook their heads no to the question. Allison had never in her life spanked a person and the only time Richard had was Allison in their love making and that was only in fun.

"Do you know why you are being spanked?"

"Yes Master."

"Over my knees." David ordered Monique. Once he positioned her, he raised his hand and connected with the palm on the smooth flesh of Monique s bottom. It was so quiet in the room that the first swat sounded as if someone had fired a shot. This was working out better than the usual interview. Mostly the slave he had with him would be demure but tonight he had a reason for punishing the slave.

If Monique said anything no one heard her as David continued with his spanking. Allison watched as Monique s bottom jiggled after each stroke and as it turn from a pink to a crimson. She never knew that she was holding her breath until Monique raised herself from David s lap after he had administered about twenty whacks to her bottom. Normally he would have given a slave ten hard strokes for the offence, but tonight he had something to prove and decided she warranted ten more.

"Apologize to our kind hosts for being disrespectful." David ordered.

Allison and Richard accepted Monique s apology. David looked at his watch and stood leave. He knew by experience that it was time to leave as both of the Pages were looking uncomfortable.

At the door David slipped on his coat, then turning to Monique told her not to bother with her dress, just to slip her short coat over her shoulders.

"If you have any questions, you know how to contact me." David said before he walked out the door.

"God. Do you believe that?" Richard exclaimed after seeing their guests out.

"Hmmm." Allison moaned as her hand reached over to the front of Richard s pants and tried to squeeze his obvious erection that was showing through his pants.

"And you re not horny? You little tramp." Richard said in jest. When he made a grab for her, she dodged out of his grasped.

The two of them were like animals as they made love. Each had visions of Monique which fueled their passion. When Allison or Richard started to tire of their love making the other person would coax them into another round of sex. After laying beat from three sessions of sex, both lay defeated in each others arms as they fell asleep.

Sleep eluded Allison so she waited until she heard her husband s regular breathing before she slipped out of bed. Disregarding putting on a house coat, she made her way to the den. Something that always made her relax was bandy as she poured a shot into a brandy snifter. She could not help thinking about the unusual evening her and Richard had. This is foolishness she was thinking as she felt herself becoming aroused as her mind pictured Monique again draped over David s lap and having her bottom paddled. Spreading her legs, her fingers teased her sex before two fingers entered her vagina.

Allison stretched and opened her eyes to find that Richard was not in bed with her. Making her way into the kitchen, she found her husband pouring over some legal documents and drinking a cup of coffee. Looking at the coffee pot, she knew something must be bothering him. Richard was a one cup of coffee man in the morning and by the looks of the coffee pot, he had already consumed about three cups.

He did not fare any better in the sleep department than Allison. He had awakened just before dawn to find Allison sleeping peacefully and had gotten up and made himself a coffee. There was no use in going back to bed as his mind was still pondering over the events of the night before. He could still see the look on David s face as he spanked Monique. David s face told the story of a man who was in total control. He had to admit that he was shocked that a modern day woman would submit herself to being a slave. Still, he could not help feel himself begin to get an erection with the thoughts of having complete control over a person like that.

Both of them needed to talk and as they rehashed over what took place the night before, they voiced their honest opinion of it. After talking about it and if they wanted an adventure of this magnitude. The answer was yes. The only real shock was when Allison told Richard that she wanted to be a slave and not a mistress. As she explained to him, she was tired. She wanted someone else to tell her what to do and beside it seemed kind of erotic to be a slave. She blushed with embarrassment on telling her husband this but deep down she hoped she was doing the right thing.

The next day Richard phoned David and started the process of booking Allison and him for a vacation with Pleasure Incorporate. Over the next two months Richard transferred the money and Allison and he spent a weekend in Montgomery to get checked out. They knew that there would be no problem with either of them having any type of sexually transmitted disease and the money was no object at all. When all the preliminary

procedures were completed David revealed the location of The Spa to them. It was about two hours south of Mexico City. Also David informed them of the date of their vacation, which was for the first two-week session of the year on the last two weeks in January. As the time grew nearer to their departure date, Allison had some reservations about the whole crazy trip. At times she was ready to call the trip off but for the fact that she was not a quitter. If she started something, she would see it through and make the best of it.

After the plane touched down and they had cleared customs, which was easy as they only had one piece of luggage. When she asked about what clothes she should pack for the vacation the representative told her that with being a slave she would have clothes provided for her along with anything else she would need. She and Richard walked out of the airport into the bright sunshine and smog of Mexico City.

"Over there." Allison pointed to a black limousine with the driver standing by the car holding a sign over his head with there names on it watching as people walked by him.

Once in the air-conditioned comfort of the car, both of them kicked off their shoes and closed their eyes. The time was only ten o clock in the morning and it was roughly about a two-hour car ride to the resort. Just enough time for a siesta.