Bonds of Love

The hotel room is larger than my entire house. The sunken sitting area has a huge white leather sectional with a fur rug in front of a glowing fireplace. The floor to ceiling windows offers me a panoramic view of the rolling hills and meadows below. One would think we were miles away from the hustle of the city instead of sitting at the edge of the bustling historic downtown.

Along the right wall of the sitting room is a wet bar with every imaginable liquor in miniature shot-sized bottles. Glasses in all shapes and sizes are neatly arranged on glass shelving backlit to offer guests enough ambient light so that no other lighting is necessary. Below the shelving is a refrigerator stocked with a variety of juices, soft drinks and bottled water including an ice maker. Everything a person could possibly need in the order of drinks.

The one and only bedroom is off to the left of the sitting room. Through the doorway, I see a canopied king size bed embellished with tassels and tapestry rivaling the castles of ancient royal chambers. I enter the room. The entire top half of the bed is covered with pillows of every shape and size, complimenting the colors of the tapestry. At the foot of the bed is an ornately carved wooden bench with a leather padded seat.

A fainting couch sits along the wall of windows with more fur lined throws and pillows. There are large comfortable chairs are turned so the guests can also enjoy the amazing view of the western sky.

From the bedroom, French doors provide access to the outdoor terrace. On the terrace is a sunken hot tub is surrounded by décor assimilating an outdoor garden, complete with lattice and columns. A cabana sits nearby with a large bed inside overlooking the sunken hot tub. There is a large cobblestone water fountain in the far corner of the balcony. The sounds of the water gurgling in the fountain give a relaxing atmosphere. The entire area is designed to offer guests a relaxing outdoor oasis. I had no idea that the Presidential Suite was on the top floor.

The bathroom is opposite the French doors. Along the far wall is the shower with glass doors and granite walls. Multiple water jets protrude from the granite walls, positioned to spray from multiple heights and angles. Adjacent to the shower is a large circular jetted bathtub that fills from the top as a waterfall. The lavatories are set in black granite with gold faucets. I ask myself if anyone really uses all these accessories. Through another door in the bathroom is the commode and a bidet, I have seen these however never knew how they work. Maybe we can try this out later.

Now that I have had a chance to tour the Suite, I return the bedroom and settle on the luxurious bed to read the contents of the envelope.

What I have planned for you tonight has been carefully thought out and planned exactly. Follow all of these instructions EXACTLY as I have written them and I guarantee your every fantasy will be fulfilled and exceed anything you could ever imagine. I know you well enough to know you don't like following instructions but submit to me, trust me that I will give everything you want, need and desire. Now undress. Place everything in the garment found in the closet include your shoes and underwear. Hang the bag with your clothes outside your door. Ring James and tell him you need laundry services and you have left them outside the door. Let me remind you, trust me. Take a bath in the tub, relax. Enjoy.

TRUST ME. Baby

LOVE NICK

P.S. Be careful what you wish for

That's it? No other instructions. I start the bath water and undress, I place all of my belongings in the garment bag. I grab one of the large bath towels wrap myself in it. Doing as I am told, I take the bag and hang it outside in the hallway. I take a quick glance down the hallway in both directions; there are no other rooms on this floor. I take a deep breath and close the door. I call James about laundry service.

I pour myself a glass of wine from the bar and head into the bathroom. By now the bathtub is full; I sprinkle the bath salts into the steamy water. I close the bathroom door, hanging my towel on the hook on the back of the door. I slip into the hot steamy water; it smells of vanilla and lavender. Mmm, this is heavenly. I press the button to turn on the jets, sip my glass of wine and drift off into a state of suspended consciousness, somewhere between asleep and awake.

I am startled awake by a knock on the bathroom door. My first thought is Nick has arrived, but much to my horror it's another man's voice. How did anyone else get in here!

"Hello? Mrs. Stockton, are you in there? My name is Stephan and I am here for your massage. Please forgive my intrusion but no one answered and I had explicit instructions to come right up."

I call out, "I am in the tub right now. Can you come back later?"

"No ma'am, I am sorry I can't. My schedule this afternoon is very full, my sincerest apologies, Mrs. Stockton."

Well, uh, okay, if that's the way it has to be then I guess I will play along. "Okay, Stephan, uh, can you give me a few minutes? I need to dry off."

"Oh, yes ma'am. I have to get set up anyway so take your time. Would you like to have your massage on the terrace or the bedroom?"

Oh! "Uh I- guess uh. I think the terrace would be nice, it is a beautiful day." I answer thinking if this night plays out like I think it might, what's it going to hurt for me to be a bit risqué myself, besides being in the bedroom with another man may be a bit awkward for me.

"Very fine. Just come out when you've dried off." He calls as I hear him open the French doors onto the terrace.

I slip from the tub and dry off. I search the closet and bathroom to find a robe. The closet is completely empty! Oh no now what do I do? All I have is a bath towel to cover myself. I can't believe the hotel failed to provide a robe. I should ring James about this, but right now I have a massage waiting.

A few moments later, I step out into the brilliant sunlight of the terrace wrapped only in a towel. Stephan smiles and pats the table, "Good day Mrs. Stockton. If you will dis-robe and lie face down on the table here, we can get started." Dis-robe? I laugh inwardly at the irony. I wish I had one to "dis-robe" from. I look up at Stephan with a questioning look. Am I just supposed to just drop the towel with him standing there?

Noting my hesitation to undress in front on him, he smiles politely excuses himself for a moment. When he returns, I am face down on the table covering the important parts of my body with the sheet he provided me. He asks me if I want music and I agree that it would be nice. He hands me a set of headphones while explaining the purpose, "The music I use is especially designed to enhance the experience of the massage and meditation, it is much more effective through headphones."

I nod and rising onto my elbows to adjust the headphones for my comfort; once I adjust the volume to a comfortable level I settle my face back into the headrest. The music he has chosen is a beautiful composition of string instruments. As the music floats back and forth inside the headset alternating sides, it gives me the feeling of spiraling downward, mentally transporting me to a subconscious state of serenity. I relax into his expert hands as he massages months of tension from my body. The music fades away and I hear Stephan softly calling to me from somewhere far away. I'm not sure if I fell asleep or just suspended consciousness but it seemed like only a few minutes.

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"Mrs. Stockton?........ Alexia? ........Are you awake?" I awake to Stephan gently nudging my shoulders.

"HMMM? What? Oh Stephan, I so sorry, I must have nodded off." I apologize, flushing from the embarrassment of falling asleep on him.

"Oh my dear, not to worry, it happens all the time. Most everyone does at one time or another, it just lets me know I have done my job." He gives me an understanding smile.

"I am all finished here. I hope you enjoyed your massage. It has been a privilege and a pleasure providing you this service via Casino Royale Hotel. I will give you a few moments to get dressed, and then I will gather my things and be on my way. Your next service is scheduled to be here at 3 pm so I would recommend taking this time to relax and take a nap if you choose. I can arrange a call in advance so you won't be surprised again, if you'd like." He gives me a warm understanding smile.

"Yes, Stephan I would appreciate that. Do you know what's next?" I ask, hoping for some clue as to what the mysterious plans my husband has for me.

"No I don't but I can call down and find out while you are getting dressed." He adds with a questioning smile as he steps away while I wrap myself in the only garment I have, my fluffy towel.

Stephan returns with a bottle of water for me, as he gathers his supplies he informs me of what is next. "Your next service is a facial, manicure-pedicure, and waxing. That is the only information I can share with you at this time. "

"Thank you Stephan, I have nothing to tip you with but you were outstanding."

"That is very generous of you but I am not allowed to accept gratuities; I am compensated very well for my services. Now be sure and drink this entire bottle of water and at least one more this afternoon. It flushes out all of the toxins that were released during the massage." He smiles and gives me a knowing nod and leaves closing the door behind him.

I finish off the bottle of water Stephan gave me and decide to take his recommendation of a nap, it sounds wonderful as relaxed as I am at this moment. I recall Maci making the same suggestion and think about sending her a brief text but I remember my cell is in my purse locked away in my car somewhere in valet parking. I don't even have a claim ticket to recover my car.

Oh well, all I can do now is take a nap. I'm wondering about clothes and I take a minute to search the dresser and closet. There is not one stitch of clothing in the entire suite! I snuggle into the mound of pillows leaving my towel on. I'm not sure why I didn't take it off but I don't really care either. I drift off into a relaxing, peaceful sleep trying to imagine what delicious experiences await.

As promised, a few minutes before 3 o'clock, my bedside phone rings with my wake up call. I stretch like a cat who has been sunning in the window, realizing how refreshed and how great I feel. My entire body is relaxed and the aches and pains I normally deal with on a routine basis are gone. My, what Stephan can do with those hands of his.

I pad over to the wet bar and grab another bottle of water from the mini refrigerator which is well stocked with water and various fruit juices. I guzzle down most of the bottle at once. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was! As I finish the remaining water in the bottle, the doorbell rings. The excitement in my belly awakens reminding me of where I am and the mysterious evening ahead.

Still dressed in nothing but a towel, I greet two smiling young ladies pulling wheeled suitcase boxes. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Stockton. I am Ella and this is Sara, we are here for your scheduled facial and manicure-pedicure."

I step aside allowing them entry into the suite. They quickly open and unpack the contents of each suitcase. One of the suitcase boxes opens and unfolds into a spa chair, the other contains various nail polishes and supplies, facial gels and lotions among other items. In a matter of minutes they have turned the suite into my own private spa.

Ella turns to me and gestures for me to sit down in the chair.

"Now, if you will just be seated here, we can get started."

I step forward and sit down expecting the portable chair to be rather uncomfortable however I am pleasantly surprised that it was very comfortable, contoured for support with soft leather cushions. I relax and Sarah steps behind me reclining me in the chair where I'm more accessible to them. Ella confirms the services ordered as she my hair is wrapped and I settle back into the chair.

"Sarah will be doing a mini-facial only, it leaves your skin glowing without the all the redness of a full facial. I will be doing your hands and feet after we do all the waxing."

"Wh-What waxing???" I ask with a note of panic.

"Well, it says her, you ordered a modified Brazilian wax." Ella replies with a bit of confusion in her voice.

"Wh-What is a modified Brazilian wax?" I ask.

"Well, mostly in a typical brazilian wax, there is usually some irritation initially. We use a combination of special pretreatment ointments and light therapy that eliminate the pain and irritation completely." Sara adds smiling. "This method is an exclusive here at the Casino Royale Spa and we are completely booked solid in the spa, and coming up to a room for one is ONLY for the High Roller VIP clients."

"Oh, uh well okay. I have never had any kind of waxing done.....uh down there. I'm not sure about that." I stammer awkwardly, thinking about being fully exposed like that in front of two strange women.

"Well, I assure you once you try it you will never want hair down there again." Ella gives me a knowing wink. "We can't make you but I do highly recommend it." Sara chides in.

"No, no. Let's do it. Its just I wasn't expecting it and since having my kids 20 years ago, only my husband and doctor go there now." I giggle. In the back of my mind, I hear Nick's voice, "Obey......" and I shudder with arousal.

"Great! Well shall we get started?" Ella smiles as she lifts my legs into stirrups, my cheeks flush at the thought and I close my eyes trying to clear my mind of all the thoughts swirling about The ladies make small talk trying to calm my nerves as they set about the task of making me beautiful. Ella confirms the does a French manicure on both my hands and feet as Sarah works on my face. An hour later I am buffed and waxed and polished. The ladies gather their boxes to leave.

"It's been lovely working with you today, Mrs. Stockton. I hope you have a wonderful evening ahead. Jon Pierre will be here shortly to do your makeup and hair. I would suggest a quick shower to remove any residual wax and oils from skin and hair before he arrives. Have a wonderful evening." Ella closes the door behind her and I make my way to the shower.

Turning on the shower, water jets from multiple directions; I adjust the temperature and step inside. The smell of jasmine and vanilla wrap around me as I wash my hair and body. I explore my body, now void of hair from the neck down. My fingers explore between my legs and I inhale sharply at the new sensation of being bare. Hmmm, I think I like this.

I take a moment to let the water cascade over my head and face and lean my forehead against the cool glass of the shower wall. The last few hours have been surreal. I am almost questioning myself whether this is really happening. Yes, this is real it definitely is not a dream. The shower has steamed up the entire room. I shut off the water and step out into the bathroom. I towel dry my hair and proceed to dry myself in the luxury of another large soft hotel towel. The doorbell rings.

Okay, the next phase of my transformation.

I open the door to a boisterous over-the-top Jon Pierre. He swirls into the suite spouting directions with a heavy French accent that I can barely understand what his is saying. He takes the towel from my hair and explains how he is going to make me more beautiful than Princess Kate. Directing me to his portable styling chair, his assistants break open their boxes containing everything a movie studio dressing room would contain.

Jon Pierre and his assistants whirl around me. I'm really beginning to feel like Cinderella minus the cute little furry characters. Jon Pierre puts his finishing touches on the soft curls of a semi up do creating soft tendrils to fall around my face. His assistants finish with my makeup and lipstick. In unison, they all step back and stare at me. Jon Pierre looks at each of his colleagues then back to me. A wide smile splits his face and he claps his hands like a child who just received a gift.

"AH, My lovely, you are a site to behold. My work here is done." He blows me a two-handed kiss and flits out the door. His assistants busy themselves with gathering their supplies and leaving a few minutes later.

I walk over to the mirror; the image looking back at me is..... Almost unrecognizable. I am drop dead gorgeous! Wow, I look like I just stepped out of a model shoot. Still wrapped in nothing but a towel, I am wondering if I am ever going to get to put on clothes anytime soon. Maybe Nicholas will just show up and I won't need any. I wander out onto the terrace wondering what I am to do. Only having a towel to wear I can't go out like this.

I hear the doorbell, hopefully someone is brining me some clothes. Maybe it's Nick, I haven't heard anything from him all day, since the note at the hotel desk there has been no contact at all. I open the door and James is standing there with a garment bag and a rather large shopping bag. As he hands me the packages, he informs me, "I will return to escort you downstairs at 6 o'clock sharp."

Finally, I have clothes. I open the garment bag first, "Oh my!" I exclaim as I pull out a beautiful red silk halter dress with a deep plunging neckline and completely backless allowing only coverage of the bare necessities. The fabric gathers in the front at the waist and embellished with rhinestones arranged in a sunburst pattern. Strings of rhinestones lace their way across the open back. The length stops just above the knee and a sexy slit to the hipbone. I have never worn such a sexy dress. I hang it on the bedroom door.

I begin delving into the contents of the shopping bag. I find three small boxes of various sizes and a larger shoe box. I open the square flat one finding a beautiful open heart necklace of white gold with matching earrings accented with tiny rubies and diamonds. The second box holds two loops with tiny seed pearls dangling from the ends. My insides clinch as I realize they are nipple jewelry. I recall that I had at one time briefly mentioning to Nick how hot I thought it would be to wear, when he caught me browsing a website selling non-piercing body jewelry. The third small box contained a pair of thigh silk stockings with a matching garter belt, and a white lace g-string. The waist band made of white lace trimmed with red rhinestones and the rest made of pearls matching the nipple clips. Hmm, how odd, pearls there? I wonder how uncomfortable wearing those will be.

Upon opening the shoe box, I find red stilettos embellished with rhinestones matching the dress. They are gorgeous! I just hope I can walk in them. I'm not known to be a graceful person.

I set about getting dressed, sliding on the silken stockings and the lace garter belt. I slide on the g-string, situating the string of pearls along my slit. I attach the nipple rings, securing them in place as instructed. As I move about the room, the pearls work their way deeper into the crease of my ass and against my clit, combined with the swing of the tiny jewels adorning my breast is nearly enough to set me off.

That's just like Nicholas to sexually torture me to the point I may self-combust. I try to limit my movement to reduce the torturous stimulation and the growing pressure in my groin. I slip my shoes on and rise shakily on heels way too tall for me. I carefully slip the dress over my head and it slithers down my body. Amazingly it fits me like a glove and I stand in front of the three sided mirror. I am amazed at the woman looking back at me. Who is she? I have been transformed into a modern day Cinderella. Well almost Cinderella, she didn't wear red stilettos, I chuckle to myself.