Chapter 2 - Spa Time
You exit the vehicle and make your way to open the door for me. As you extend your hand to me i feel an object deposited into my palm. It is a remote control vibrator egg. You lean forward and gently spread my legs apart, expertly inserting the egg into my warm wet cunt. You raise, extend your hand again, and help me from the car.
You hold me close and whisper, "My dear, as you know you will always keep yourself in a state of arousal for me. I will ensure this with a vibrator for now. Remember, you are not to cum unless I give you permission."
Like magic I feel the hum of the egg inside me, I am grateful it is on a low setting...to keep me simmering just on the point of orgasm. "Yes, Sir, thank you Sir."
In the salon we are greeted in the reception area by our regular attendant Jenny. You kiss me tenderly, and say you will be back to pick me up in a few hours. You hand me the cell phone for my use, should I need it. As you turn, you pat my tender ass. "Enjoy yourself pet, follow Jenny's instructions of and keep yourself ready for me."
I quickly reply, "Thank you Sir, i will." and watch you leave the building.
Jenny leads me to the massage room and closes the door. Inside the semi dark room, I hear the gentle sounds of water bubbling from the fountain; as well as the soft strains of classical music.
I notice the massage table is a padded modified St. Andrews Cross fitted with restraints at the arms and legs. She helps remove my clothes, gently folds them and places them on a side table.
She licks my nipples, and fingers my cunt, "My, aren't we wet this morning." and motions for me to lay face down on the table. Next she secures my arms to the upper cross posts, and my legs to the lower. Satisfied, she runs her hands along my legs and up to my full and tender ass. She gives me a hard slap on each cheek. Turning, she says, "You're in for a treat today. Be sure to follow all his directions, and have fun!"
As I lay there, I feel the hard rubber plug and the tart sting of my ass. I wiggle my hips happily as I savor the sensation and the excitement of what is to come.
After a few minutes the masseuse comes in and says, "My name is Neil, I'll be giving your massage today. Are you ready to do everything I ask?"
I reply, "Yes, Neil. I am." He begins by spreading aromatic oils. Gently massaging my back, my arms, my red buttocks, and legs.
He notices my butt plug, and tight red ass and says, "You really should relax." I think you need something special to help you. I hear him as he moves around to the head of the table, and then the sound of his pants unzipping.
The tip of his thick cock appears in my field of vision. He gently strokes the head along my lips and says, "Take this in that pretty mouth girl and do your best to please me."
I eagerly begin sucking the offering feeling his hands grasping my head. He begins to fuck my face rapidly as I moan with delight, straining against the bonds that hold me securely to the table.
Suddenly, without warning and much to my surprise he takes his cock away. With a few deft strokes of his hand he shoots a thick load of cum onto my ass. Grunting with relief, he rubs his seed into the flesh and leaves it there to dry. "There, that should feel better for you," he says gruffly.
He continues the massage as normal. As he works my muscles, i close my eyes and dream that it is your firm hands running across my body. Next, he applies warm smooth rocks gently across my shoulders, down my spine, across my ass, and down my legs.
As they sit, he tells me to continue to suck him while he gently massages my scalp. I sense this effort is not to be hurried and leisurely suck his wonderful dick, luxuriating in the feel of his flesh in my mouth. After the rocks have cooled, he withdraws his member from my mouth to resume his duties. He unlocks the wrist and leg restraints and assists me to stand and then lie on my back so that he may continue the massage.
Once I am settled I watch him as he locks the restraints again. As he moves about the room I am unaware of the next surprise in store for me.
He returns with a black leather mask and firmly attaches to my head. "There, he says, "that should help you relax and center yourself." The eyes and mouth of the hood are zippered shut, but there are tiny wireless speakers inside. I am blind and disoriented, yet I am strangely comforted by the soft classical music within and feel no panic.
My other senses are now so fine tuned; I marvel that I can almost feel his movements. He continues to apply the familiar scented oil to my breasts, my stomach, and my legs. I feel the pinch of tiny clamps on my nipples then more as he opens my pussy to clamp the flesh of the lips there.