Recording
Gerd, musing on pleasant thoughts in the comfortable chair, was startled by the call: "Family Schwabe. Please go to the recording room!"
The couple came to the door and went in. Behind the door was a small corridor. At the end of this was a heavy curtain, which blocked the view into the room. The door was heavy, and the lock made a pleasantly rich sound. It was padded inside and had only one knob as Gerd noticed with slight concern.
"Come a little closer!" they heard the voice of the blonde from the room behind the curtain. They went through the corridor and stepped into the recording room through the curtain. They could not believe their eyes. The blonde was naked. Gerd’s eyes nearly popped out. As they passed through it, they saw four athletically-built men next to the curtain. Women and men were with strange devices or behind desks. And all, absolutely all except our guests, stark naked.
"Please don’t be alarmed about our nudity. This is a kind of a confidence-building measure. After the first training sessions, we have realised that it makes it easier for our guests to follow our orders.
“Please undress completely and put your clothing in the boxes there!" The naked leader showed them two yellow plastic boxes.
"We’re going!" protested Marianne. "Like hell I’ll undress! Come on Gerd!"
Questioning, uncertainly, Gerd looked to the naked eye-candy for help.
"Um, Mrs. Schwabe, you will not leave our facility again for a month. Until then you will obey the orders of the service personnel, without resistance or opposition. Resistance and opposition are punished here. We pay attention to you and respect you. But any inappropriate behaviour of the guests will be sanctioned. The sanction will affect both members of a couple. Is that clear?"
"Could you define 'sanctions', please?" Gerd inquired nervously.
"They usually involve beating with a bullwhip, riding crop, or paddle. Electric shocks are used to break direct resistance, if necessary. It may also be necessary to apply shackles."
Gerd gulped and stared. Marianne was stunned into silence for the first time in years. She stood there with her mouth open.
"I have been informed that your wife arrived with inappropriate baggage. And she has not yet made the slightest attempt to follow my instruction.
We will sanction such failures in due course in an appropriate manner. But people only do it once, fear ye not. Then they simply do what they are are told."
Gerd began to strip. Marianne was still as a statue next to him. "Come on, come on!" Gerd implored Marianne to follow his example.
She gulped, but then also started to undress. But, once again, she was rather annoyed with her husband. A real man, someone like Rambo, would respond differently in such a situation and sort this outfit out. But her Gerd was no Rambo. He was never going to be one to take on the State….
"Underwear and socks too!" ordered the lady, as Marianne hesitated.
With a "tsk!" Marianne dropped the last items of her clothing intp the box. It was sealed, labelled and transported away.
"Stop...!" cried Marianne. However, she was interrupted and immediately silenced by a sharp "Mrs. Schwabe!"
Naked as the day they were born, our Schwabes bashfully covered their nakedness with their hands.
"Relax. Follow our example. We don’t do that," said the blonde to them both.
"Mr. Schwabe, over there, please go to the physical medical inventory. Mrs. Schwabe, you will come with me to the consultation." The blonde pointed to a desk behind which sat a woman of middle years. Dressed only in a pair of spectacles, armed with a pen.
"Please be seated." the woman at the desk chirped. Marianne thought her over familiar. The woman had to be psychologically trained, because she immediately recognised Marianne's inner tension and her defensive attitude.
"You know," began the woman, "I've seen so much here and accumulated extensive experience. You should trust me and drop your defensiveness. This conversation will significantly contribute to the success or failure of the exercise. I am also aware that we see things differently. You still consider today a failure rather than a success. When success occurs I would like to see that you no longer hold this opinion. Please answer me honestly. This is the only way we can tackle your problems at the root and permanently solve them. OK?"
"All right," said Marianne, just beginning to gain confidence. What professional would give herself up to be naked and unprotected, so that she could consult with strange couples? The abandonment of clothes, leaving them virtually on same level through their mutual nudity, helped to give Marianne confidence with the strangers.
"The documents tell me that it was you who filed for divorce. What are the reasons for this decision? What disturbs you about your husband to make you want to separate from him?"
"Oh, there's so much. You know I'm a housewife and take care of the home and the children. I mean, life’s too short. My life is no longer fulfilling. I crave freedom and variety. Gerd’s not a bad pharmaceutical sales rep but he’s away too long and too often. When he is home, he only wants his rest. There he sits on the PC or in front of the telly. He leaves me to wait on him hand and foot. He doesn’t lift a finger around the house. And if as an exception he takes the rubbish out he expects praise and gratitude! He took it for granted that I would always serve him. And I know that men don't like talking, but Gerd is too distant from me."
"Thank you for your trust and for your honest response. I think there is much here that we can hammer out and get straight. Are you disturbed by anything else about him? So, some women like it, to be sure, but between us girls, I would not like your husband’s hairiness. I find something rather off putting about it. How are you coping with this?'
"I’ve never discussed it with him. I have nothing against a few hairs on the chest, sure, but he has it everywhere! That I don't like it at all. It would be nice if his hair was gone. But then he also wants me to shave down below. So I did, just to please him. But then there were ingrown hairs, there were pustules and the stubble was also quite unpleasant. So I didn’t do it again."
"What's his personal hygiene like?"
"No problems there. He’s careful about that."
“And having sex?” asked the woman with a disarmingly friendly smile.
"Well, not as much as I would like."
"Well, we can work on that together over the next few weeks. You will have plenty of opportunity. We will ensure that your husband is not distracted. The sex will improve, I'm sure. And for the hair, we have a solution. When you're done here, I will pick that up. We have observed that problem here often. That's why also ultra-modern laser depilation appliances were purchased. We shave your body first and then treat you with the "safety camera". The light damages the hair roots so no more hair grows. If some hair roots survive, we can easily repeat the application. You'll be here long enough. It's good that you have dark pubic hair. It’s is only on bright or grey hairs that the "camera" is ineffective. And your husband, indeed, has dark skin," the woman concluded, with a smile.
“And if he doesn't want to?” asked Marianne dubiously.
"We can easily deal with that. You husband seems to be so obedient. And from now on, you will be a good girl. Agreed?"
"Agreed! Thank you very much!"
"But shhhh, not a word! Oh, it seems, he's done. They’ve overrun, but now they’ve realised that.”
Gerd approached the desk, hands still covering his cock.
"Don’t be like that! You have nothing to hide!" Marianne said as she passed him.
He was speechless. “Why's she in such a good mood?” he asked himself, “She was so upset just now.”
Marianne came to the station where Gerd had just finished. Although this station was in the same room, she’d picked up hardly anything that had been done, because the conversation claimed her attention and a curtain delimited the areas. She had only noticed a few flashes of light.
"Good day Mrs Schwabe. Well, you seem a bit more relaxed already," she was met by a medium-sized naked man who was looking after some strange apparatus.
"We do a physical inventory now. Then we can repeat it after completion of the training in order to document the visible success. The data are all collected in digital format. You will then receive the data on a DVD when you leave.
This is a device which is also used in detection by the police service. We do a photo set first, then we come to the survey. You will have an ECG done, some blood taken, tidal volume and blood pressure measured. So nothing dramatic. The data collected is used only internally and only the conclusions made available. Are you ready?"
"Yes.", said Marianne.
"Well, then please sit there!" the man indicated a swivel chair.
Marianne obediently took her place. Portraits were taken in profile, half-profile and frontal.
"Now then, stand there on that!", he instructed Marianne in a friendly manner, pointing to a kind of podium with painted footprints. That was in front of a wall with horizontal stripes, which she recognised as a measuring scale. The footprint was rotated. Nude shots of Marianne were taken in full frontal, half-left profile, left profile, back view, right profile, half-right profile.
‘Somehow, being here is a bit like being on a slave market ' Marianne thought, 'except that the prospective buyers are missing.'
"So now you come over here to have your fingerprints taken!"
"What? My fingerprint taken? What am I, some kind of a criminal?" Marianne rebelled.
"Mrs. Schwabe, what did my colleague tell you earlier regarding resistance?"
Marianne came over.
"There will now inevitably be physical contact between us. This is only to get effective prints. If you find it too unpleasant I can put on a coat."
"It's perfectly all right. I'm sure I’m not the first and I won’t be the last to do this," flirted Marianne with a wink. The thought excited a little her already that a strange man should touch her, standing naked beside and behind her.
"Right, Mrs. Schwabe." The fingerprints are required for the keyless locking system. On the basis of the fingerprint scanners you will get free access to specified areas," explained the technician.
"I see", said Marianne. She enjoyed the casual touch for the recording of their fingerprints. It did not go unnoticed by the technician that Marianne secretly provoked these touches by pushing against him.
"Sex is only to be with your husband," he rebuked her quietly.
Pouting but not at all hostile, Marianne left him to take the fingerprints. She also rather enjoyed having her measurements taken. She had to have some fun somehow!
174 cm tall, 90-85-95, shoe size 38, 75 kg. The man wrote down the data.
Everything else was done by a nurse, indicated by their 'clothing', a tiny white bonnet.
"Could you please proceed to the ‘Auswerte-desk’, back there?" The 'sister' had finished her duties.
Marianne took note of this "Denglish", shaking her head. 'Always these half-measures.', she thought to herself. ' Analysis desk or evaluation desk, would be correct,' she considered.
Before an appropriate German word occurred to her, she had reached this ominous evaluation desk. Gerd was already there. Unsure, he looked to his wife.
A somewhat older, but crisply shaped, lightly suntanned guy. "Please Mrs. Schwabe, take your place," he greeted her. "I am Dr. Sommer, Director of the Institute. I have all your data. Blood tests are OK, blood pressure is slightly increased in both of you. Presumably, you are both lacking exercise. Yes, you are also slightly overweight. All in all nothing dramatic. I think that we can get that sorted in the time available to us."
"Well, I say, how dare you...!", Gerd began to protest. However, a strict look from Dr. Sommer silenced him.
With an air of as much superiority as could be managed by to a naked man, the doctor informed them that the "information was unambiguous."
"As you may know, there are average values, certain tolerances. If these are exceeded, the health risk increases with increasing age. You have exceeded these tolerances and we will counter that as firmly and sustainably as possible,".
Gerd was offended. He felt healthy, although he was aware that he had a few kilos too much on the ribs. In fact these pounds hung on his belly. He’d noticed that himself as he put on socks or shoes. For some time that he’d succeeded only with his legs spread, because his paunch got in the way. The belly was a thorn in the side, but he had been unable to shift it, determined though he was to do something about it. The fact that the doctor spoke to him so bluntly aroused his fighting spirit.
"Can we have our things back again if you have quite finished?" he asked, acidly.
"Next time I should moderate your tone, if I were you," the doctor warned him. "Unfortunately our guests often don't know what’s good for them. Or like you, they don’t admit it, even though they know that something is not right. You need take no clothes," the doctor informed him firmly.
"Now, about your daily routine," he continued, loudly. "Following our conversation, you will get your collars. These collars are colour coded and will identify you as guests to the staff. On the basis of the integrated RFID chips the staff will know what kind and amount of food and drink you may be served. We plan a weight reduction for you. Otherwise, what happens here almost like in an all-inclusive hotel. Except that there will be no more if the personal limit is reached. Nor are you permitted to leave something of your own ration to the partner. Mineral water, however, can be consumed without restriction. I suggest that you make abundant use of it for the first few days.
“After you have received your collars, you will be accompanied to our spa area. There, you will be showered and depilated. After that you will receive a full body massage. Then you can relax in the mirror room. When all couples are finished, you will get more instructions for the night. Have fun!"
"Depilated?" Gerd rebelled again. Marianne took him by the hand and led him gently. It was an invitation to remain silent, to follow her.
"Here are your documents. Good bye! Move along!" The doctor dismissed them a little indignantly and pressed a yellow notebook into Gerd’s hand.
His work here had left its first traces. The contradictions of the guests were slightly annoying. One would prefer it if they simply accepted the inevitability of the arrangements. That would make life easier. He also knew how important it was for him to do this every week. He knew the danger, as Director, of losing traction on them. And so he would personally get to know all the guests of the establishment right at the beginning, ,.
Our couple walked through the door which was behind them in the Castle. Again a single knob, again there was no way back. Two strong men and two athletic women awaited the two in the adjacent room. They were also naked apart from belts, upon which hung handcuffs, batons and stun guns.
"Come closer. We do no evil to anyone, unless it has to be." The friendly tone, contrasted somehow with the martial and dangerous appearance of staff.
"Sit down please on the chairs. You may also like to hold hands. For reassurance."
Obediently both sat down on the chairs. The situation was rather bizarre. The staff moved around, presenting their private parts before their noses as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And all were smooth, without a single hair. Gerd felt rather like a monkey or an outsider with his fur. Secretly, he had given up the resistance against his upcoming depilation. One of the young women, who slightly wrinkled her nose when she gave him his yellow collar decided him. It was a subconscious reaction of the young woman, but Gerd realized immediately that she found his hair distasteful. And somehow. he wanted to please her.
Collars about three centimeters wide went into place with a distinct click.
"So, you are Mr and Mrs Yellow now for four weeks. You need to understand that our staff will refer to you in those terms for this period. This is also for personal data protection regulations.
“You will be informed later about the other features of our guest-collars. Go to the Spa. Goodbye!"
......ok, I'm intrigued.
... Gerd may already be feeling some 'uplifting' effects but let's see how they work that into marriage conservation 