It was Friday night, and I walked in the front door, home from work. I had called earlier and instructed Breanna how to dress. She wore only side Velcro panties and a white fishnet dress that clung to her tightly. She had her long red hair down and looked absolutely stunning. I placed the leather blindfold, wrist and ankle restraints on her along with her collar and leash and led her to the car. I drove around the busy streets for an hour to be certain she had no idea where we were. I parked, took her out of the car, and led her into a hotel room. I removed the fishnet dress and laid her on a short platform in the center of the room, firm but cushioned, and tied her spread-eagle to it. The platform was shaped as an "x," built by me to fit Breanna's shape perfectly, with eyelets at all four corners for the ropes.
Face down, I knew Bree could hear me step back from her and hear other footsteps approach. Fingers ran through her hair, and soft, feminine hands begin to massage her feet, working out the tension in every muscle from her heals to her toes. The fingers in her hair began to massage her scalp, then her neck, the long fingernails occasionally scratching her skin lightly. The woman at my girl's feet applied lotion to her hands and worked it slowly and deliberately into Breanna's ankles and calves, then her thighs, working from inside to outside, bottom to top. The hands at her neck moved to her shoulders, also applying lotion, working their way across her shoulder blades, down her spine, outward across her middle and lower back. The two masseuses undid the Velcro and slid the panties off. The two sets of hands each then began to massage the lotion into separate butt cheeks, kneading the muscles there, causing her cheeks to open and close around her anus and glistening lips. They then repeated this process in reverse, working from her core to her extremities.
I undid her ties from the platform, and the women and I gently turned her over. I retied her face up, still spread-eagle. The women then began massaging lotion to her front side, first to her arms, slowly from fingertips to shoulders, while also from the tops of her feet, to her ankles and shins. The woman at her head moved to her collar bones, and slowly to her breasts, massaging toward her pink nipples, making them stand erect and very stiff without actually touching them. Her thighs got their lotion, too, into the creases between her legs, around her hips, and across her lower stomach above her pubic hair. The woman finished her breasts, avoiding those tight, taut nipples and moved across her midriff. In order to reach lower, she straddled her head, allowing her scent to barely reach my girl's nostrils, knees just below her shoulders. Both women continued until their hands met, and together they finished applying the lotion by drying their hands in her soft red pubic hair.
The woman straddling her head placed her hands on Breanna's hips, thumbs in the creases of her thighs and leaned over. With her full breasts pressed lightly against Bree's stomach, she extended her arms, caressing her with her breasts. She rose slightly as she moved up my beauty's body so that their hard nipples grazed each other's. Simultaneously, the other woman began kissing Breanna's inner thighs from her left knee up and over top of her luscious pubic mound, stopping dead center, to begin likewise up her right leg. The first woman rose, releasing her hold on my girl's hips, stepping back and leaning over, her right nipple brushing those pouty lips, which part. She paused. My sexy sub arched her neck allowing herself to just be able to put her lips around the swollen nipple and suck, running her tongue across the tip, causing the masseuse to moan. She pulled back, shifted, and offered her the left nipple, which she took eagerly. She pressed her breast a bit more into that moist mouth, allowing her entire areola to be sucked in. My girl then felt warm breath on her labia and rotated her hips expectantly. Soft lips pressed against her pussy, and an expert tongue parted her lips, caressing both sets of labia.
Bree gasped, releasing the nipple, and the woman at her head rose, moved to straddle her head again, and lowered her pussy to the waiting mouth. My girl licked her lips, searching for the hooded clit, probing the warm, soft wetness with her tongue. A man's hand grabbed my girl's left breast and squeezed, forcing her erect, pink nipple into his mouth, and I gave her right breast the same treatment. While my sub's tongue found the clit it had been searching for, and the woman gave a soft gasp and moan, the tongue in her pussy circled her clit. She tried to move her hips, but the woman there had them pinned. My girl sucked in the clit in her mouth and gave her tongue better access. The woman shuddered in orgasm, her juices flowing into Bree's warm mouth. She stepped back, and a man took her place.
