Chapter 12: Joys of Surrendering Control

“Let’s not do that again,” Yvette said at breakfast.

I poured her more coffee.

“You mean staying up late, spending quality time under the covers, and then drinking caffeine and eating sugar in the middle of the night?” I asked, already knowing that’s what she was referring to.

“Yeah, that. But mostly the last part,” she replied, staring into her coffee mug. “I feel like I was just here.”

I smiled. “We were, and at this same table.”

Watching her reaction, I added, “We should head up. The couples are expected in the dining hall at eight, and we need to get dressed—you into your jewelry—and find Mistress Celeste.”

“You can just call her Michelle. We’re alone,” Yvette remarked.

“I get that, but I’m worried I might slip up in front of the couples,” I said. “You know I’m terrible with names. This way, I can avoid that problem.”

I added, “The last thing I want is to use real names—everyone has aliases for a reason, especially since the couples paid a lot for their anonymity.”

Still looking sleepy but smiling, she said, “Okay, Wadsworth. Let’s go get ready.”

We got dressed. I put my suit on while Yvette slipped into the French maid dress, pairing it with the Domina heels. We found Mistress Celeste, who fitted Yvette with the handcuffs, lockbox, and waist chain I had brought from our room—the same ones she wore last night.

After double-locking and checking everything, she asked, “Everything feel okay? Does anything hurt?”

Yvette struggled a little, and after confirming they were on securely, she said, “Yeah, I can’t get out.”

Mistress Celeste smiled, recognizing that she associated the restraints being ‘okay’ with her inability to escape them. I had already understood this about Yvette, but it was a new realization for Mistress Celeste.

It was fascinating to see that for both, the feeling of the restraints being on—while not causing pain—and the inability to get out were intertwined. In contrast, I viewed those as two separate things.

We headed downstairs to the dining hall and were there only a few minutes before the couples began to arrive. The women were in fitted dress shirts, pencil skirts, pantyhose, and five-inch stilettos, each adorned with their collars and handcuffs.

As the couples settled at the large table, two chairs remained empty. The three couples whispered among themselves, speculating about the missing pair while the women adjusted to eating in handcuffs. Once breakfast concluded, Mistress Seraphine outlined the day’s activities, revealing that a couple had chosen to leave in the early hours of the morning.

Yvette and I exchanged glances, both realizing at the exact moment what the noises we had heard just a few hours ago with Harlot must have been. Attention then turned to Mistress Liora, who invited the couples to follow her and Mistress Celeste to the first planned activity.

We spent the day helping with activities designed to promote trust and connection. One memorable activity involved navigating an obstacle course set up in the garden.

Yvette distributed blindfolds, gently draping one over the handcuffed hands of each woman. Mistress Celeste then blindfolded each participant while Mistress Liora explained the purpose and rules. Once the blindfolds were secured, Mistress Celeste moved the handcuffs behind each woman.

Blindfolded and restrained, the women had to rely entirely on their partners’ verbal guidance to navigate the course, maneuvering around benches and over small hurdles from one end of the garden to the other. As they focused on their partners’ directions, the combination of blindfolds, handcuffs, and the constraints of pencil skirts and five-inch stilettos fostered a profound sense of dependency. They couldn’t navigate on their own; instead, they had to fully trust their partners to guide them safely.

This encouraged open communication about fears and uncertainties, deepening their connection. The women discovered solace in surrendering control, experiencing a unique freedom in trusting their partners completely.

By the end of the exercise—and similar activities that filled the afternoon—they were beginning to realize that being restrained didn’t limit them; instead, they enhanced their connection, allowing them to build trust and strengthen their bonds in ways they had never anticipated.

Yvette and I enjoyed an early dinner in the kitchen before making ourselves available in the dining hall. The women arrived in elegant evening gowns that fit snugly below the knee. With tasteful sleeves and high necklines, their dresses exuded sophistication while maintaining a modest look without revealing much cleavage.

They wore the same style of pantyhose that Yvette identified as Wolford Neon 40, which she initially guessed based on their sheen and thickness but later confirmed in a conversation with Vixen. Yvette explained to me that the women were given pairs in their rooms to wear, emphasizing that the intent was for them to be regularly reminded that they were in pantyhose, given how that brand fits and feels when worn.

They completed their outfits with five-inch single-sole stiletto heels. Yvette had also learned from Vixen that the women were required to wear exactly five-inch stilettos.

If anyone wore a lower heel, or if the Mistresses suspected they did, the height would be measured. If found to be less than required, the women, and their partners, would be asked to leave.

And at dinner, each woman was handcuffed behind her back. While they’re collars remained in place, adding a striking contrast to their refined appearance.

As the women were assisted into their chairs, Mistress Seraphine addressed the couples.

“Ladies,” she began, “you’ve been in your bracelets for almost 24 hours now. You slept in them last night—while wearing lingerie—and likely shared intimate moments, unable to take them off. You even had breakfast and lunch in them, once again, without the option to remove them. And throughout today, you participated in various activities while wearing them, all intended to help you grow closer to your partner.”

Taking a moment, she continued, “You’re not the same women who arrived here late last night. You’ve already undergone a transformation. When Mistress Celeste put you back in your bracelets just a few minutes ago, you instinctively assumed the position without needing any instructions—without any prompting at all. This not only reflects your willingness to embrace the experience but also demonstrates how deeply you’re learning and adapting to your new roles. It’s a testament to the growing trust you have in yourselves and in your partners ... and tonight, that intimacy and trust will continue to mature.”