Goddess retreat house pt. 1

The rules for the retreat training weekend stipulated that all men remain naked at all times, follow orders from any women present, and refrain from interrupting any women. Violating these rules resulted in instant punishment, potentially leading to a humiliating public display of pleasure. The "staff" consisted of service subs who had been trained by members and volunteered to serve dominant women. Additionally, there were select "studs" available each evening. The concept of the retreat house aimed to provide a space where women could openly embrace their sexuality, surrounded by individuals who believed in the superiority of the feminine. It served as a sanctuary from everyday life, allowing women to engage in acts of dominance and sexual liberation.

Some members brought along submissives and cuckold partners, but I preferred to enjoy the retreat house solo. Upon my arrival on Saturday morning, following a drive up from Los Angeles, another attendee named Harry—addressing me as goddess and adorned with a pink chastity cage—guided me to my room.The house boasted an outdoor pool area with several cabanas and smaller rooms around the poolside. In one corner stood a large black rubber sofa where individuals either engaged in intercourse or took turns pleasuring others.Some women, like Molly, lounged in the sun with a drink, observing the activities while allowing lucky individuals to play with their pussy with permission.

“Are you ready, goddess?" Harry's voice interrupted my thoughts as he approached with an Aperol Spritz, which he offered me."Thank you," I responded, taking in the sight of his toned body glistening in the sun. As I did, I felt a slight arousal. "Remind me of your name again," I commanded, though I already knew it from my previous visit. He complied with a broad smile."Harry," he replied. As we conversed, I noticed his gaze drifting between my legs. His opportunity arose when he sat beside me, his hand gently caressing my leg."Did I give you permission to touch me, Harry!?" I snapped, seizing his wrist. He withdrew his hand immediately, standing to face me.

“No, goddess," he responded promptly. I locked eyes with him and reiterated my command.I closed the distance between us until our faces were mere inches apart. I knew what I wanted—to humiliate him while reveling in it. My nipples stiffened in the cool air, and the warmth of the sun caressed my back as I slipped out of my sundress, exposing my tanned, shaved pussy, and ordered him to lick me.Without hesitation, he complied, eagerly sucking my clit. I gripped his head from behind, pressing it firmly against my pussy. When I could bear no more, I released him, and he knelt before me, offering his ass."You are my bitch!" I declared, pulling his face back and delivering a slap with my free hand. Grasping the top of his head, I thrust it toward me, resuming the oral pleasure. "I am your bitch, goddess," he mumbled, his subservience muffled by my pussy. I struck his face harder with each thrust, drawing approving looks from other women by the poolside. As my orgasm built, I began to ride his face vigorously, one hand gripping his head. This act caught the attention of other women who watched approvingly. I reached for my tote, placed beside the lounge chair, and retrieved my favorite vibrator. Handing it to him, I instructed, "Make your goddess cum." He obediently turned on the vibrator and applied it to my clit as I reclined in the chair, basking in the sun and relishing the freedom and power of being pleasured in front of others. The orgasm surged quickly, and I began to squirt. Harry eagerly lapped it up while maintaining pressure on my clit with the vibrator. "Aghhh!" I moaned as I took the vibrator away, releasing a second and third stream of cum into his mouth. "Mmm, that was lovely, Harry," I murmured, taking a sip of my drink. "Why don't you get me another?" I added, adjusting my position on the lounge chair to continue tanning.

*edited for grammar and syntax