“Hey!” Sarah punched my arm.

“Ow!” I growled, rubbing my arm, “What?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention dummy, what’s up?”

I raked a hand through my short brown hair and heaved a sigh. What wasn’t up? I mentally complained. Everything was just…just…so frigging overwhelming.

“I dunno,” I mumbled

“C’mon Dan,” She said, poking my arm a couple of times. Her tone was like an older sibling who knows darn well that somethings wrong. “What’s up? You’ve been staring morosely off into the distance like you’re the last centurion and the Picts are pouring over the border to get you.”

Oh yeah, she was a history buff. It made for some very imaginative comparisons sometimes. She lived right next door to me in small little houses on the edge of the student ghetto near the university. The houses themselves were really the same structure, and we effectively just split the rent. She was a little taller than me, with a ready smile and laugh. Her blue grey eyes always seemed mischievous, like she was always on the verge of daring you to do something. She kept her blonde hair swept up in a messy ponytail behind her head, stray bits of hair rather fetchingly flying away from her head.

For myself I was glad that she had stuck around. This year had been difficult. To put it mildly. My current project was kicking my butt, and had been for the last three months. It felt like I had been ramming my head into the wall more and more, without making any headway. Writer's block had become the bane of my existence, and it appeared unlikely to change anytime soon.

I chuckled reluctantly at the image she had built in my head, cracking a smile in what felt like a long time. Man that felt good.

“There we go!” She grinned and sat back in the chair she had pulled up beside me at the kitchen table, “Now that those brown eyes have their sparkle back tell me, what’s going on with you?”

I heaved another sigh, “I just…well the book isn’t going great. Isn’t going well at all really. I’ve been trying to work past this damned block every day, but I just feel like I’ve been doing nothing! And I just feel exhausted!” I scrubbed at my face wearily, “I’d love to just get away and go somewhere you know? Just relax and not have to think about this book, or anything really, for a while.”

“So why don’t you?”

“Everywhere’s so darned expensive!” I growled, “I can’t afford anything that actually sounds halfway decent!”

Sarah frowned, “Hmmm.” I missed the little glance she tossed my way before she suddenly snapped her fingers, “I know!” She jumped up from the table and hurried over to her bag that had been left near the wall.

“What?”

She came walking back over, laptop in hand, “I know a place that might be what you’re looking for! It’s a pretty awesome resort/spa kind of thing. I got a membership there a while back when I was struggling with work and school. Really helped me out with my stress levels.” She grinned.

“Sounds awesome, but something like that has gotta be pretty expensive.” I grumbled.

“Usually yeah, but if you’re cool with me booking it for you I’m pretty sure I can get some good discounts for you!”

“How good?”

“Well since I have a membership already it’s basically a quarter off the actual price.”

“Holy-” I cut off my exclamation, my eyebrows climbing, “That good?”

“They take care of their members at the Gordian Knot.” She grinned. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. “How long do you feel like going for?”

“Can I afford a week?”

Her smile widened, “Definitely.”

 

I stood outside the main entrance to the Gordian Knot. Its title was emblazoned across the admin building which acted as the front gate for the large complex. Sarah had refused to give me any sense of what to expect, saying that finding out was part of the experience. The only part she had let me participate in was some sort of questionnaire. The questions had been a little odd, stuff like “How tight do you like being tucked into bed” or “Are you claustrophobic” but Sarah had assured me that it was just random questions. Probably some university student or company was looking to get a survey done, and had asked the spa to ask their guests these questions.

I gave myself a little shake. Trust me to be wasting time that I could be better spending inside relaxing. I felt a wry smile grow and I stepped forward towards the door, giving it a little push. I entered the lobby and found a cozy feeling space, lit with warm soft lighting. A few chairs were arranged around the front, but the lobby itself was dominated by the front desk and a pair of doors, one to either side. I approached the front desk and gave the lady sitting behind it, a cute brunette, a smile,

“Um, hi!”

She glanced up from her computer screen and favoured me with a sunny smile of her own, “Hi there! Welcome to the Gordian Knot, how can I help you?”

I slid the voucher that Sarah had printed off across, “I’ve booked a stay here. Um. For a week.

She accepted the voucher and punched in the code that was printed across the back.

“Ah. Do you have a prior membership with us sir?”

I shook my head and gave a little smile, “No sorry, a friend of mine booked it for me.”

“Not a problem sir, that’s how most of our new clients get wind of this place. We find word of mouth tends to guarantee a certain quality of members.”

She glanced up at me and I nodded, her eyes almost seeming to demand agreement.

She smiled at my assent, “Since it’s your first time with us sir I’ll open up a new account for you.”

“Oh, thanks!” I smiled. She returned it and then placed a touch screen in front of me.

“In addition sir, while you are staying with us for the week, I’ve taken the liberty of registering you for our New Member package. It reduces your cost still further, and you’ll be able to remain tucked away with us for a few extra days free of charge.”

My eyebrows shot up, “Wow really? That would…that would be awesome!”

Her smile widened, “You are very welcome sir. Just one of the ways we like to catch and keep new members. On that note, I’ll need you to sign a couple of places on this anonymity and non-disclosure form. Resort policy. I’m sure you can appreciate the desire to relax in peace here.”

I nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely!” I started rapidly scrolling down the form, not really paying it much mind. I’d signed all sorts of these sort of agreements when going to and working at the university. They were all the same. Her delicate finger would point to each little box that I had to initial or sign. It ended up being more than just a few but hey, I’m sure they had some unique disclosure junk that pertained only to resorts. Or something. I finished with a final flourishing signature.

She took the touch screen back with another wide smile, “Well done sir.” She rose from behind the desk and gestured languidly to the door on the left hand side of the desk, “If you’ll please proceed through the door you can begin your journey into snug relaxation.”

I followed her hand and moved towards the indicated door. Snug relaxation? I mentally shook my head, a wry smile once more dancing across my lips. Maybe it was their dopey company motto or something. I neared the door and pushed through it. Two ladies stood on the far side of the portal in a small enclosed room. There wasn’t all that much to it apart from its female occupants. The chairs they had been sitting on, and a small chute marked VISITOR BAGGAGE in large lettering.

Both of the ladies inside stepped towards him almost in tandem, bright smiles on their faces. Wordlessly one of them gently took my bag and lightly tossed it into the corner. The other began to massage my shoulders, right where the neck met them. My eyes half lidded and I gave a little groan of contentment in response. She stepped in closer, her fingers continuing to massage.

“Welcome to the Gordian Knot.”

I felt the other one begin to run her fingers up and down my arms, sending a tingling sensation through them. She slowly began to stretch them behind me, feeling really nice in combination with the shoulder and neck massage.

“Are you ready to surrender to relaxation?” The lady in front of me crooned.

I nodded, my eyes now fully closed, glorying in the sensation of their fingers.

“Lie down for us sweetie.”

I blinked. A massage table had suddenly appeared in front of me, seemingly coming out of nowhere. The lady in front of me stepped to the side with an encouraging smile, gesturing for me to lie down on the table. I didn’t hesitate. Their fingers were like magic. Just smoothing my stress away, and I wanted more.

As I started to lie down the lady behind me clucked, “Now then, if we are going to be giving you a good massage, we can’t have these clothes in our way can we?”

I nodded sheepishly. Made sense. For just a moment I felt a little awkward, but then then they were both helping me out of my clothes, whispering soothingly. Lots of warm smiles. Felt quite peaceful. Then, wearing only my underwear, I lay myself down on the table. One of them walked down and positioned themselves at my feet. The other, after putting on some soothing music, positioned herself up to one side of me. And then, through some hidden signal, they both began the massage.

Never in my life had I ever had a massage like that. Just the right amount of force, without becoming uncomfortable or painful. I could feel all the accumulated kinks, stress, and tightness just flowing out of my shoulders and calves. I found I couldn’t help but moan softly as they worked. The lady up near my shoulders chuckled softly, and gently stroked her fingers along the side of my head and through my hair. I closed my eyes and just gloried in the sensations.

“That’s it honey. Concentrate on the sensations. Don’t think about anything else.”

I gave a hum of contentment and found myself drifting. Just drifting under their expert fingers. The music twinkled, and murmured in my ears, the two women occasionally making delicate humming or shh’ing noises. I felt twin bands of pressure encircling my ankles while the lady at my feet began gently digging into my calves. I groaned in mute pleasure at this. It was just wonderful.

Eventually the lady up near my head, running her hands along my rapidly relaxing shoulder, softly whispered, “Now sweetheart we are going to lift your arms up behind you to tense the back muscles alright? Don’t worry if there’s some tension there, we’ve got a few things here that should take the pressure off you supporting your arms, ok?”

I mumbled an affirmative as I felt her gently reposition my arms behind my back.

Soft leather cuffs were buckled around my wrists and elbows. Gentle but persistent pressure resulted in my arms being held firmly behind me in a not uncomfortable position. I began to get a little roused at this, beginning to raise my head, but the lady at the top began cooing to me again, stroking the side of my head.

“Had to get them out of the way just temporarily sweetie. That will help hold your arms, and prevent you from getting stressed as we finish with your massage.”

I felt a tiny needle of worry, but then settled back down, flexing my arms a little against the soft leather. A bit unorthodox I supposed, but then again Sarah had implied as much when she was booking me in here. And she swore by their methods.

Any coherent thoughts I wanted to have beyond that were swiftly chased out of my mind as their amazing hands dug back into my muscles, concentrating on my back.

“Nnnnnmmmmmmmm” I groaned out as the lady at my side trailed her fingers lightly over my shoulders, raising an array of goosebumps as she ran her hands back and forth. The one standing by my head began to massage my scalp and temple, reducing me to muted groans of satisfaction. God they were good at this. I shifted around on the table a bit, and then let out another moan as my bum began to be kneaded.

Every part of me was covered by their magical hands, and I was gradually reduced to a buzzing, half conscious puddle. I was so relaxed. The woman in front of me crouched down near my head, my half lidded eyes vaguely tracking her, and she flashed me a smile,

“Enjoying the massage?”

I managed a half strangled grunt.

She dipped her head and kissed me on the forehead, right between the eyes.

“Good boy,” the words were whispered right next to my ears. The woman behind me had climbed up to kneel gently to either side of my legs, and was kneading my rear again. I moaned a little, grinding my hips against the table, my restrained arms flexing a bit in their leather.

She leaned in again, tucking her fingers along my jawline, and kissed the tip of my nose, “You are a good boy, right?”

I nodded, my mouth parting as her fingers lightly traced around my jaw and throat. I let out a guttural moan, and she gave a soft giggle,

“Good.” One of her hands left my jaw briefly, “I’m glad you’re a good boy.”

The lady kneading my bum gave a deep squeeze, and I opened my mouth to moan again.

“Oooo—mmmmmPPpppHHH!!”

My exclamation was cut off as the woman in front of me, a grin on her face, stuffed a ball gag into my mouth, reducing my objections to a series of “mmphs”.

I tried to rear upwards, but she had a firm grip on my shoulders, leaning on them, as she wrapped the gag’s straps around my head. My face was thrust in between her breasts, and she chuckled as I tried to squirm away.

“Awww, c’mon hun, I thought you were a good boy? Don’t you like my breasts?”

 “Mmmph! Mm hhmma mmmhmm!”

They both chuckled at my indignant attempts to ask what the heck was going on.  With the gag now snugly buckled on I felt my ankles hooked together by a small clip between the two cuffs, as the lady who had just finished gagging me now turned her full attention to teasing me with her breasts.

Her compatriot meanwhile had produced several wide leather straps which were fitted, with some difficulty given my prone position, around my torso and arms. Once firmly buckled in place, she then turned her attention to my hands. I dimly felt them engulfed in soft leather, with each hand being forced into a fist before being buckled together. I was completely secure, absolutely no way to get out. What the hell was going on??

My face remained firmly tucked between the first woman's breasts as her partner checked over my bondage. Evidently satisfied, I was suddenly pulled up into a sitting position on the table. The lady whose breasts had just been smothering me planted a deep kiss on my gagged lips. Then the other did the same. I was frantically thrashing around in my leather restraints, and trying to yell curses at them through my gag. What the hell did they think they were doing?!?

My struggling only seemed to amuse them, and they continued to rub and massage my body despite my cries in a weird parody of the massage I had just been enjoying before. But now I was tied up, helpless in an entirely different sense. A sense that seemed to appeal to them far more judging by their infuriating grins.

The far door opened.

“Well hello handsome.”

I froze in my struggles, looking towards where the voice had come from. Standing in the doorway was a woman straight out of my fantasies. She was dressed neck to toe in a black rubber catsuit, a suitably dominant looking corset and pair of knee high boots adding to the ensemble. Her fiery red hair was drawn back in a high but loose ponytail, and she had the same grin on her face that the receptionist had sported. Like they were all in on a joke that I wasn’t. Or at least, hadn’t been.

The two women held me from either side as this gorgeous catsuited woman approached me. She held up her hand, a collar dangling from a leash, and my eyes bugged out of my head. Her grin widened as she noted my reaction, “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

I was suddenly thankful for the gag as I spluttered something totally incomprehensible at her in response, my knees buckling so that I partly sagged in the arms of my captors. The three ladies chuckled at me, and then the collar was slowly buckled around my neck, all of them enjoying my twitches and plaintive whines. I jumped in my bonds as I heard the snick of a lock, informing me that this collar wasn’t coming off anytime soon. My redheaded captor met my wide eyed gaze with one of confident and effortless dominance.

She gave a nod of thanks to the ladies who held me, “Please take care of his things for me. I’m going to get him settled in.”

The two of them giggled like errant little school girls, each of them giving one last squeeze to my naked rear, drawing more muffled growls from me.

With that the catsuited woman gave the leash a tug and pulled me after her, out through the door she had entered through and into the resort’s interior. I followed her down a fairly wide corridor, my wide eyes taking in the overwhelming sights. I had walked into a sort of common greeting area it seemed. And any hope I had that this was some sort of weird misunderstanding was dashed by what I saw. Other poor men and women were bound, much as I was, in tight lashings of rope or leather. Each one of them was paired off with at least one resort staff member in this area, who kept a tight hold of their charge’s leash.

I watched as one man, desperately trying to free himself from his rope harness, was swiftly set upon by three of the resort mistresses. In a flurry of laughter, rope, and muted cries from the poor fellow, he soon found himself tightly hogtied on the floor at the feet of his captors. A little distance away two other captives, a man and a woman, were meekly submitting to their bondage. No ropes for them, instead it was a brisk and efficient application of leather armbinders, straps, and hoods. Once fully bound and utterly helpless, leashes were snapped to their collars. Their Mistress planted a gentle kiss on each of their hooded heads, and then led them away from the common area.

Apart from that first man, most seemed resigned or even enthused about their fate as prisoners to whomever held their leashes. There was even one, a youngish girl, who stood chatting amicably with her captor as the latter calmly went about strapping her into a straightjacket. Once firmly secured in that, a hood was cinched and buckled tightly in place, and the girl was forced to her knees. As I was being pulled past, and the girl's domme was guiding her hooded charge to begin licking her boots I caught a part of the now one-sided conversation,

"--silly. Every time you come here you can't tell me enough how wonderful this guy is. So--other boot now slave--you just have to trust him enough, and yourself, that he will accept this part of you. Don't stop licking Katie I want to see my reflection." The domme ran a hand down her charge's hooded head, "If it makes you feel more comfortable we can do his intro here. I wouldn't mind holding both of you--" 

My eyes continued to dart about at the sights as I was pulled along the hallway. Though it seemed I was not to make my way through the main area, where most of those seized and bound had gone. Instead I was being lead off to the left, my redheaded captor swaying her catsuited hips in front of me as she strode confidently along.

I gave one last look towards the open area but jerked around at the tug on my leash. Red hadn’t even turned around, just kept on going. And so I had to as well. Mincing along as fast as the short chain connecting my ankle cuffs would let me go. As we went I could hear muted buzzings and cries from inside the rooms that we passed. The doors were thick enough that I couldn’t tell if there was any content to the cries, apart from the noise. I felt goosebumps again.

I was breathing hard into my gag by the time that we finally arrived at our destination, a door along the right hand side, of no significant difference from any other. She turned back and placed her hands gently against my sides, “Shh, shh, shh, there now. Let’s get you settled in and I’ll let you know what your stay with us will entail ok?”

My captor tapped her wrist against the door, which flashed green, and then pushed it open and pulled me after her. I gingerly followed her, and then stopped dead on the far side. The room was cozy enough, looking a bit like a well appointed hotel room. If that hotel was a kinky B-n-B I suppose. The bed was solid, with posters rising on all four ends. Attached to which were various ties down points and cuffs. There was a large cage at the foot of the bed, while off to the side a bondage chair, with all manner of straps and a copious side table of accessories, stood in front of a decent sized television. Racked along the wall on the far side was a modest, though still substantial, array of bondage restraints, toys, crops, hoods, and other such things.

“Mmmmmpphhh??” I bucked backwards against the leash in dismay at the room, trying to flee back the way we came. I managed a handful of paces backwards, as she had not yet turned back to me. But that was all I managed. This wasn’t her first reluctant guest at the Gordian Knot. With two quick strides she reached me, grabbed me about the waist, and hustled me into the room. The door clicked shut behind us as she playfully shoved me onto the bed, my muted cry cut off as I hit and partly sank into the soft surface.

“Trying to escape little one? That just won’t do.” She kept pressure up on me as she produced two straps. Riding my bucking body she easily held me in place as she buckled the straps around my legs, frog-tying me. I moaned in despair into my gag, which earned a laugh and her grabbing my ass. She rummaged around behind me, taking care to keep some part of her in contact with me no matter how I struggled or shifted.

“Mmm! Mpphrg hhhgggnnnhhh!!” I began to seriously thrash around.

She gripped the back of my head then, laying something down beside me out of sight, “Calm down.” Her voice, while still gentle, brooked no disagreement. I stilled for the moment, eyeing her over my gag. Her lips twitched into a grin again, and she ran a light finger along my jawline, drawing a panting moan from me.

“Well little one, I suppose introductions are in order hmm?” She sat down in front of me on the bed, a hand resting on my inner thigh lightly tracing patterns in my skin, “I’m Mistress Scarlett. This is obviously your first time here. Even without your file, the reaction would’ve been enough.” She chuckled at my wide-eyed look, “Oh yes, I’ve got a file on you. Rather thin unfortunately, but I think we’ll be able to pad it out during your time here.”

Her other hand went up to run along the collar that she had locked around my neck, “I enjoy welcoming new members. Especially the ones who get sent here.” She giggled, “The look in their eyes when I bring out the collar, after their massage leaves them securely bound is just…mmmmm.” She closed her eyes and hummed happily.

I grunted, and whined into my gag at that. She playfully tugged on the front d-ring of the collar a couple times.

“Well, you’ve been booked here for a week of relaxation, plus the bonus time accorded to new members. I intend to become very well acquainted with your relaxation needs. I’ll go over the ground rules of your stay so you know enough to calm you down, ok?”

I gave a cautious nod at this. Some semblance of structure would be good. Might help make sense of these bondage lunatics and their crazy resort.

“Number one.” She held up a finger and booped me in the nose, “I am your resort Mistress for this week. That means that I am leading your relaxation program. You don’t get to leave this room without me leading you by the leash, and no one else gets to interact with you without my say-so, ok? That collar around your neck has a chip synched up with my wrist control, which means it sets off an alarm if I’m not with you if you are outside of this room. Setting off an alarm equals punishment downstairs, and that’s not fun. Well, not as fun as playing up here anyway.”

She met my eyes as I started to breathe a little heavier, “You are safe with me little one. I will take care of you, and you only need to worry about one-on-one play with me ok?” I jerked a little nod and she gave me an encouraging smile.

“Number two. You will always be in bondage, even in your room.” She held up a hand to forestall my moan at this, “For your own good. You were sent here to relax, not to make decisions. Your bondage outside of the room will be determined by the day’s planned activities, and will vary. Your room bondage will be based more on your interests, and your behaviour. Don’t worry,” she brushed a hand across my cheek, “I’ll probably stick with leather and other sorts of restraints. Nice and comfy for you.”

I mumbled into my gag, rolling my shoulders around the copious straps that held me in place. But she kept going.

“Number three. Your stay has been completely planned out for you based on the interests that we were provided. You will have no say over any aspect of it until I deem you have properly acclimatized to GK. Any complaint about that, during any brief period when you are un-gagged, will result in you being hooded and gagged until I think you’ve learned your lesson. As I said, you are here to de-stress and relinquish control. I intend to see that you do.”

She had begun to lightly stroke my cock as the rules were laid out and, whatever my brain might have thought about my impending forced relaxation, the horny little bugger down below was emphasizing his unrestricted enthusiasm for it. I missed a few of the additional rules after number three, some stuff about the downstairs dungeon, and other inmates, and other such things, and just moaned as she continued to stroke.

On and on it went. I was straining now against my bondage, desperately shoving myself forward into her. I heard a chuckle and then she gave me a firm shove backwards.

I let out a startled squawk of dismay, and toppled over onto my back. With one hand she continued to lightly run her fingers up and down. Up and down. The other was busy with something below me on the bed. I was huffing into my gag, moaning and grinding my hips into the air. I needed this. I needed—

I felt suddenly a pressure against my rear, “Mmmmm!?”

“Hush little one, this will help you relinquish control. I am in charge here. You have no say in this.” She continued to make little remarks like that, and crooning noises, as she gently pushed a butt plug up and into me.

“Ggggaaammmpppphhh!” I threw my head back against the bed and shuddered as I felt the intruder seat itself firmly in place. My cock grew even harder as it filled me, teasing spots that I hadn’t realized I had. I felt her doing something with straps around my crotch, but I was focused only on the unfamiliar and weirdly pleasurable feelings coursing through me from my rear.

“No control little one. You are my prisoner.” I heard a click and then suddenly felt the pulse of a vibrator against my cock. I gave a loud moan and tried to buck forwards to her, my eyes coming out of their unfocused stare to see her grinning face in front of me.

“My slave.”

I gave a guttural moan at those two words, grinding my hips into the air. She just gave me a satisfied smile, and then rolled me over so that I was lying on my stomach. That done she got up off the bed, walked over to the rack of bondage items on the wall, and picked out a thick leather blindfold. I gave a muted groan as I continued to grind my hips into the bed, the vibrations from my cock compounding the feelings from my ass.

Scarlett crouched down so that her eyes were level with mine, “First things first, we are going to get your stay with us off on the right note. By, well, getting you off. Heh.” She brought the blindfold up and buckled it snugly around my head, cutting off all sight. I felt her lean forward, and then plant a kiss on my forehead.

“I’m going to go finish checking you in and making sure our supper is set to be delivered to the room. Your first night will be here with me. We can go explore the resort more tomorrow. In the meantime, your first task…”

Suddenly the butt plug in my rear roared to life, sending pulsing vibrations rocketing through me. I went completely rigid for a few brief moments, and then began to frantically buck against my restraints, driving my cock into the bed sheets.

“Your first task, slave of mine, is to cum. Cum for your mistress as much as you can until I return.” She brushed a hand down my back, adding to the goosebumps already there, and then I heard her leave.

Leaving me to the non-existent mercies of these infernal machines.

I felt my mind slowly coming unglued from its desire to reason. Its desire to demand release from this insane asylum, and its half formed threats to sue them for assault, for kidnapping, for…anything.

I was nothing. Nothing more than a vessel through which sensations poured like a flood. A flood that inundated my flailing mind, and submerged it in an ocean of pleasure. I screamed into my gag as the first orgasm rocketed through me.

I was nothing. A slave to pleasure. Bound and gagged. Collared by Mistress Scarlett. At her mercy for the next week.