Amala couldn’t be angry with Vaibhav. She was just as lost as he was despite holding the map. They had known that the resort they were booked at was far into the country, they just hadn’t expected to have to find it in driving rain. The road was supposed to be rough and unpaved, a fact they had been warned of, but they both felt lucky they had driven Vaibhav’s SUV or they would have bottomed out miles ago. Though the resort was listed as being over a hundred miles off the main road, they didn’t really understand just how far that was until they had broken down at the one hundred and five mile mark. The rain had finally stopped and as Vaibhav crawled under the car, Amala could hear the disgust in his voice.

“Looks like I broke the axle,” he reported. Amala looked around the car, noting the lack of any lights in the distance.

“I guess we walk,” she added, helping Vaibhav off the ground. They both put together simple bags to carry, leaving the bulk of their luggage locked inside, as they headed out into the darkness. As they left the truck behind, Amala looked to the black sky, hoping that it didn’t begin raining again.

Ricky watched the monitor intently, trying to determine whom the two strangers were approaching the front gate. The man looked to be about thirty years old, with a good build and short, dark hair. The woman, around twenty-five, was about 5’ 2”, with a thin, attractive form and long, dark hair. Both seemed harmless enough, but considering how far off the main road the facility was, he would still be cautious. Finding people walking up to his front door just never happened out here. He wrote out a note on a small piece of paper, then turned to clip it to the nipple ring pierced through the rubber covered breast of the girl standing motionless behind him. If he listened closely, he could just hear her somewhat labored breathing from deep inside the layered rubber hood sealed on her head. He reached to her crotch and turned a small selector knob to position three, housekeeping. The note would ask them to make up another guest room for the impending visitors. Within seconds, shocks coursed through her nipples, pussy and ass, in a coded fashion that told the girl which way to walk. Without the benefit of sight, she had become trained to respond to the impulses to guide her. With a heavily muffled yelp, she turned smartly on her ballet shoes and moved through the door.

With no sign or other mark, Vaibhav and Amala weren’t sure they had arrived at the resort. But considering how far off the road the place was, they were convinced that it was their destination. As they reached the front door, Vaibhav reached out and touched the small doorbell pad. They could hear nothing through the thick door and, after a moment, Vaibhav reached out to touch it again. Suddenly the door creaked open, making them both jump. Ricky stood in the doorway, smiling at his visitors.

“Welcome,” he said, inviting them inside. Vaibhav let Amala walk in first, then followed as Ricky closed the heavy door behind them.

The inside foyer was immaculately appointed, and Ricky seemed to fit right in, like a butler to a wealthy Englishman. After closing the door, he turned to greet his new guests.

“Again, welcome. I’m Ricky, the administrator here. Please, make yourselves comfortable and warm yourself by the fire.” He shook their hands and encouraged them to move into the living room, where a giant hearth roared with flames. They both moved to it gratefully, shedding their heavy coats and bags as they rubbed their skin in response to the warm air. Ricky watched with a smile, quietly admiring Amala’s beauty. Beneath her heavy Jacket she was wearing a light blouse and skirt. As she approached the fire, its brilliance silhouetted her body through the light fabric. He found himself enjoying the lovely curve of her breasts, her thin stomach and long legs. Her dark hair formed soft curls that reached the middle of he back, framing a beautiful, innocent face and large, green eyes. To break his own stare, he spoke.

“Now, how can we help you here?” Vaibhav turned away from the fire and took a look around.

“I’m Vaibhav and this is my fiance Amala. We are supposed to be spending a long vacation at the Country Meadows Spa, but I don’t think this is it,” he smiled.

“No, I’m afraid it isn’t,” Ricky smiled in return. “I’m afraid you took a wrong turn. Off the highway, you needed to take a right, not a left.”

“We got so turned around,” Amala added, turning her back to the fire. “We missed the road twice, and with the driving rain and all, I guess we just got turned around.”

“Then our axle broke about two miles out. Which brought us here.” Vaibhav took Amala’s hand. “Would it be possible to call a tow truck or something?” Ricky shook his head.

“I’m afraid we’re over 150 kilometres from the nearest station, and they wouldn’t come out this far no matter how much we paid them.” He looked over the two for a second, then, making a decision, spoke. “Let me make a suggestion. I can have your vehicle towed to a service station by our maintenance man, and in the meantime you can stay here with us. We offer many of the same amenities that the Meadows offers, and we feel our facility is actually more luxurious.” He offered a brochure to Amala and she poured over it. Described as a health resort, it seemed as decedent as any, without the crowded nature of a city spa. Despite the lack of people in the pictures, the facility seemed incredible. Amala was confused by one mention of a theme, as well as some discussion of female body modifications. She shrugged it off as a fancy term for more health spa services and looked back to Ricky.

“That would be wonderful,” Amala piped in.

“May I ask how long you had intended to stay at the Meadows?”

“We had booked a summer cabin for three months, I’m afraid,” said Vaibhav, disappointed that they wouldn’t be able to take advantage of their long vacation together.

“That makes sense. Both of our facilities are considered long-stay resorts. Many of our guests stay for that long, or even longer.” Ricky seemed to have an idea. “May I make a suggestion?”

“Certainly,” said Vaibhav.

“My maintenance man would not be able to return for at least three weeks with your car, assuming they could fix it. By that time, the Meadows will have released your cabin if they could and you would be out a vacation. Why don’t you stay with us? I can promise just as relaxing a time. We offer all the luxuries, as well as a few unique distractions that you might enjoy, but are in no way obligated to partake. And since you arrived after our seasonal check in, I can offer the room at a substantial discount.” Amala and Vaibhav tried to gauge each other’s reaction with just a sideways glance. Amala felt comfortable here. The small section of the resort they had seen was far classier than the brochure for the Meadows. If they could afford it, this could fun. Ricky broke in as they considered it.

“I must add that you could ride back with my man when he leaves, hope for the best and no hard feelings. “ The thought of riding back to sit and hope their car could be repaired quickly didn’t sound too attractive. Both smiled and Vaibhav spoke.

“Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

The room Ricky left them in was immaculate. Almost gothic in appearance, it was dominated by a large iron bed, complete with red velvet comforter and silky sheets beneath. Hardwood floors clicked beneath their feet and deep mood lighting gave them the feeling of a castle rather than a modern resort. As Amala disappeared into the bathroom, Vaibhav could hear her gasp.

“This is amazing,” she called out. “The tub is like a small pool!” Vaibhav smiled, but was occupied to some strange rings set in both the bed and the floor. He quickly dismissed them and found himself equally confused by a locked dresser and wardrobe. Vaibhav could hear Amala clear her throat and he turned to see her naked in the doorway. He admired her perfect body for a moment, and then went to her, lifting her up and throwing her into the massive bed as they made love.

Both woke to the sound of light knocking on their door.Amala rose slowly, then hurried into the bathroom for her clothes as Vaibhav pulled a sheet around him and went to answer it. Standing outside was Ricky with some items in his hands. Vaibhav didn’t want to turn him away, so instead smiled and invited him in.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but I had a revelation this morning after my man left. You left your luggage in your car, didn’t you?” Vaibhav suddenly realized what Ricky was getting at.

“Can you call him or something?”

“I’m afraid not,” Ricky frowned. “We have a radio for emergencies but no telephone up here. All our bookings are handled out of the city. And cellular phones won’t work this far out.

““What do we do about clothes?” Amala’s voice appeared from the bathroom. Ricky pushed his bundle forward.

“Here’s some items I manage to put together for you. It isn’t much but it will get you by until later.” Ricky waited while Vaibhav handed in the small bundle, then returned. “Perhaps I should fill you in a bit more about our resort.” Vaibhav had no choice but to let Ricky in. They both waited as Amala changed. After a moment, she came out in a robe and sat beside Vaibhav. Ricky decided to dive right in.

“I am sorry none of us realized that you had no luggage, but I feel if you are willing to be a bit adventurous, we can provide for you.”

“What do you mean, adventurous,” asked Vaibhav.

“Well, this resort is somewhat of a theme resort. Our guests enjoy some unique clothing and practices. I promise that you will not have to do anything you don’t chose, but if you would like to join formal dinners or events, you need to at least play along.” Vaibhav and Amala were confused.

“Let me show you something.” Ricky rose to the wardrobe and produced a key. Swinging it open, then invited Vaibhav and Amala to come closer. Inside, they found an odd collection of slick, rubber like clothing. Most of it was women’s clothing, though some it was difficult to tell.

“This is latex clothing. It’s sort of the theme clothing that we require our women to wear. Men can wear it as well, if they chose.” Amala pulled out a strangely transparent dress that seemed five sizes too small for anyone. “That’s a transparent latex dress. Very sexy,” said Ricky.

“So, other than some strange clothing, what else is there,” asked Vaibhav, cautious and with his guard rising. Ricky detected it and immediately tried to sooth them.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest right off. I didn’t want to scare you away and I knew that venturing out into the night was far too dangerous despite our unusual practices.” Vaibhav knew he was stuck here and just wanted Ricky to come clean. “Ok, it’s as simple as this. The resort caters to couples or groups that enjoy women as submissives, or slaves as some may term it. Now before you get upset, understand that it doesn’t mean anything more than you, Amala, acting like a submissive when amongst others. You don’t actually have to do anything. All I ask is that you play the game. You might find you enjoy it!”

“So I have to pretend to be a slave,” Amala asked, nervous.

“You just have to play the game, Amala.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you address Vaibhav here as master, you wear a collar and you act demure and submissive. That’s all.” Ricky didn’t want to go too far. He figured they’d see what to do as time went on. “Other than that, you can lay out by the pool, go on hikes, enjoy the gourmet food, or do whatever you like. Just pretend that your ‘master’ is allowing it, and you’ll fit right in. Your choice is to stay in the room throughout your stay, or walk back to the main road.”

“That’s about 150 kms, right?” Vaibhav was a bit upset, but something about the idea was exciting as well.

“Yes, it is,” answered Ricky. “And anyway, since we don’t have any of your luggage, you might as well experiment with the rubber clothing, unless you intend to wear your jeans for 3 months!” The two obviously needed some time to talk. He walked over to the dresser and unlocked the three drawers. “Here’s some additional equipment you might like to use.” And with that he left them alone, with a final comment at the door.

“I’ll send up breakfast, but why don’t you join us for lunch?”

Amala had dismissed the conversation as if it didn’t happen, and disappeared into the bathroom to shower. Vaibhav replaced her soon and when done, went in search of her, determined to make the best of something they had no control over. She wasn’t in the bathroom and, as he went out to the bed, he found her on it, rummaging through a wide array of strange metal and leather items she had dug out from the drawers. She didn’t hear him approach so he just watched for a moment, intrigued at her reaction. He had often hinted about playing bondage and submission games with her, but she had seemed to miss the comments, and he wasn’t that desperate to push the point. Amala’s tiny frame and active sexual appetite was enough for him now. Maybe later in their marriage he could press it forward again.

But now, he watched quietly as she fondled a wide leather collar, then slipped it to her neck and held it against her skin, feeling how her head movement was constricted. After a moment, she set it down and picked up an inflatable device, what Vaibhav assumed was a butt plug, and watched as she blew it up, then released the air, then inflated it again. She set that down as well, and chose a more traditional dildo, this one inflatable as well. Her towel had slid aside but she didn’t seem to mind as she began caressing her nipples with the rubber. Vaibhav grinned and found his own manhood growing as he watched her bring the dildo to her lips and begin to pleasure it. After fondling it with her tongue, she reluctantly set it down as well, and reached into the drawer to rummage again. Pulling out a strange metal device, she examined it closely, then tried to figure its purpose. Vaibhav couldn’t see what she was up to, but the sharp sound of clicking told him she had discovered something, and soon she was struggling to pull her hands apart. He cleared his throat and walked into the room, catching her embarrassed and reddened face.

“Problem,” he asked. As he made it around the bed, he could see she had been playing with what appeared to be small handcuffs for the fingers, something he had heard called thumbcuffs. The unfortunate part was that she had locked it between her own thumbs, with no visible key to release her.

“No,” she replied. Trying to twist her fingers free, but crying out in pain as the cuffs bit into her skin. “Ok, maybe.”

“I guess you’ve been enjoying the equipment.” Vaibhav pulled up a stool and sat in front of her, showing no sign of helping her.

“Well, it all seemed so strange.” He could see the twinkle in her eye as she looked away. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy this stuff.”

“I have always had an interest in it,” Vaibhav admitted carefully. In return, he watched Amala look up at him softly, with that familiar look that told him she was getting excited. He couldn’t help but grin. “You know, we could give this whole thing a shot, if you want...” Amala’s face softened, and Vaibhav watched her nipples take a small dip from their excited state. She was thinking hard.