The Refuge settled down after that unusual night, though it was not the quiet woodland bower it had been our first few days with Karl and Susan alone. This was their summer faire, an end-of-the-season romp of decadent pleasure. Friends came and went, women were collared, asses spanked and jovial orgies took place everywhere from the house to the lawns, to the meadows and the thick woods. Those that arrived often seemed as rooted in the way of life as their hosts were. The Refuge was their refuge, one extraordinary place where people actually celebrated their deviant fantasies, where no one judged, and no one took offense.
The mood was easy, no pressure and few expectations—except those placed on a submissive woman by her master. Being collared—as all the women were—I did nothing without K
