My wife and I realized this wasn't an ordinary spa hotel when we were met at the front desk by an attractive woman (her name tag read "Monique") clad entirely in a business attire flanked by two well-built men in tight t-shirts and jeans. After confirming our reservation, Monique directed us to place our luggage on the table in front of her and remove all of our clothes "for sanitary reasons." When we balked slightly at this, she raised one eyebrow. "Use the dressing screens, if you feel modest. There are gowns provided as well." Sensing no choice about the matter, my wife and I complied. Behind the screens, we found two sheer hospital gowns, opening at the back, and put them on. We placed our clothes, wallets, watches and jewellery in a large plastic bag provided and returned to the desk.
Julia, my wife, and I have been married for ten years. Life has been good to us, but somehow, our sex life had dwindled in the last while. That is until a couple of friends of ours, Pete and Michelle, gave us this mysterious gift, a reservation at a remote spa for adult couples. The card simply read, "Let our highly professional staff take CONTROL of your pleasure and relaxation" along with dates and directions. "It has done wonders for our marriage" Michelle added with an impish grin as we read the card. We had always suspected that Pete and Michelle experimented a great deal sexually, thanks to sly hints they dropped from time to time, but Julia and I were little too shy to ever do more than quickly change the subject.
Now, though, here we were, in these light gowns, being led into the next chamber, by the mysterious desk clerk and one of her sidekicks. (The other had disappeared with all of our belongings which, we had been assured, we wouldn't be needing this weekend). The next room had a large shower in it. In a tone that brooked no argument, Monique told us to get in it. Something about the tone of her voice kept getting darker and more aggressive and, while I'd normally find this irritating, just now I was feeling pretty excited. Julia's breathing indicated to me that she was finding this pretty hot as well. I never thought I'd say this, but it was fun being ordered around!
We walked into the shower with our gowns on, causing Monique to growl in irritation. "The gowns?" she sneered. This time we hesitated too long and she glanced at her henchman. He calmly walked up to me and yanked on the gown. The thing must have been made out of paper, because it just tore off. Then he headed toward my wife, who shrunk away. I protectively made as if to stop him, but he simply pushed me aside and lunged for Julia's gown, tearing it off as she shrieked. Julia is an attractive woman. Tall, slender with longish blond hair, at 41, she has kept her body in marvellous shape. I momentarily admired her as she frantically tried to cover herself with her hands. This exciting situation already made me desire her like I hadn't in years. Indeed, I belatedly realised my cock was rising to the occasion just as the shower door slammed shut, and was locked! Monique came up to other side the glass wall and looked us over.
"That little display was a mistake," she announced, "You'll pay for it." With that she turned a switch and a torrent of hot water poured on us. We barely had time to scream before the water abruptly switched to freezing cold. This went on for about ten minutes switching back and forth, until we were reduced to tears, huddled on the floor in the corner of the shower. After a long blast of the coldest water yet, it finally ended and the door was thrown open. Sitting on the floor, holding Julia, both of us completely drenched, felt incredible. I couldn't believe how turned on I felt, even though my penis was now shrivelled to a quarter of its normal size. Julia, her chest heaving and her nipples erect was as sexy looking to me right now as I had ever seen her.
Unfortunately, this momentary glow didn't last. Both of the bruisers from the front door entered the shower and dragged us out, on our hands and knees, to the centre of the room. Ball gags were put on us. Then we were swiftly blindfolded. Completely deprived of sight, I could still hear Julia breathing hard next to me as we waited in excitement for what was to happen next. I could hear a door opening and someone walked in. Stiletto heels clicked on the tile floor, slowly circled us, then stopped in front of us.
"So this is slave Julia and... slave Thomas," a new female voice with a slight accent calmly spoke. I felt my gut tighten at the mention of my name with "slave" in front of it.
"Correct, madam." said Monique, "There has already been some insubordination. Mainly on the slut's part. But he also resisted."
"Very poor form," said this new voice, "Ah well. Slut! Slave Julia! This is your new mistress speaking. Mistress Elizabeth. Do you hear me?" Julia tried to speak, but of course she was gagged. "For now, dear, just moan once for yes and twice for no. Do you know how to moan or shall I teach you?" There was silence. Julia clearly didn't know whether to answer yes or no to this question. "I asked you a question you worthless whore! When I ask a question I want an answer. Now, do you know how to moan?" There was a slight pause and then I heard Julia let out a timid moan. "That won't do at all, slut. Not at all. I see now that I do have to teach you." I heard scuffling. Julia seemed to have been pushed to the floor. I don't know what happened next, but she let out a very loud desperate moan. "That's much better," said Mistress Elizabeth. I sensed her kneeling down between me and Julia and she spoke in a low voice. "Now then, bitch. From now on, you are my property. Do you understand?" Julia let out a soft moan. I heard a slap and Julia yelped. "Louder. Do you understand?" Julia let out a louder, plaintive moan. "As my property, you will have a simple life doing exactly what I say, won't you?" Julia moaned. "You'll follow your mistress's orders. You'll suck whomever I tell you to, whenever I tell you to. You'll be sucked if I desire it. You'll fuck whomever I command and you'll be fucked when and by whom I say. Isn't that right you filthy whore?" after a very short pause, Julia let out a resigned moan. Mistress continued in a whisper, "And make no mistake. You will be fucked. And you will be fucked often." Julia made no sound except heavy, excited breathing. "Good girl. Now I'm taking the gag and blindfold off you so you can see your mistress." There was a short pause while this was done. "There. Isn't that better? Say 'yes, Mistress Elizabeth'."
Julia breathed out "Yes, Mistress Elizabeth," sounding as though she were on the brink of orgasm.
"Now look up, dear, at your mistress. Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, Mistress." There was a sound and then "Yes, Mistress Elizabeth."
"Now avert your eyes, slut. Lick my feet. Now." I heard licking and slurping sounds as Mistress continued "Monique I think this one is trainable. Let's get her shaved and try her out." I could hear Julia being picked up and moved to another part of the room.
"No, no!" she protested.
"Perhaps. I spoke too soon." Said Mistress Elizabeth. "Let's be clear about this you worthless, loose whore. I say what happens here. You do as you're told and speak when spoken to... or else." I hear a snapping sound like a whip cracking. Julia started whimpering. "Now, these boys are going to shave your pussy. Is that alright with you, slave?"
"But... Mistress..."
"Wrong answer! Put the gag back on her, lads and tie her up. Now, these boys are going to shave you. Because they are good and you are not, I'll let them lick whatever they shave. If you behave, I'll let you watch while they do the same to the slave who used to be your husband." I shivered. "Thought I forgot about you didn't you, slave Thomas?"
I cringed. I didn't know what else to do, dripping wet, on my hands and knees, blindfolded and gagged. I heard the rapid clicking of Mistress's heels as she walked around behind me. Suddenly I felt a latex-gloved hand grab my cock and balls firmly. I shuddered as another gloved finger pressed against my rectum. All at once, she squeezed my cock and balls while pressing the finger up my ass. I screamed against the ball gag and collapsed to the floor. Mistress kept her hands in place and spoke softly but firmly, "He's a slow learner. Monique, hold him like this will you?" I felt momentary relief as the gloved hands released me. They were immediately replaced by Monique hands, however, and the grip and the pressure of Monique's finger in my ass was just as firm. A gloved hand reached to gently grasp my throat from behind and Mistress spoke softly into my ear. "Now listen to me carefully, fuck-slut slave-boy. I won't be nearly so lenient with you as I was with that sweet piece of ass that used to be your wife. Everything I said to her also applies to you, and vice versa, if I say so. What's good for the gander is good for the goose." As she said 'goose' Monique drove her finger even deeper into my ass, for emphasis. I squealed. "How pathetic he is" remarked Mistress, "No tolerance for pain at all. No wonder his wife is such a slut in need of a good fuck. She clearly isn't going to get it from this worthless pussy." Monique leaned closer so her lips were practically touching my ear and whispered softly "Are you ready to be shaved?"
I grunted twice causing mistress to chuckle, "Oh yes, I think so. Monique, boys. Let's get him cleaned up."
Monique pulled her finger out of my ass so fast it hurt almost as much as it did on the way in. I was lifted to my feet numerous hands and my arms were shackled to manacles hanging from the ceiling. I stood helplessly spreadeagled as my ankles were tied to points on the floor. I felt some sort of cream being spread all over me. The whole thing seemed so surreal I felt like I was losing consciousness until I felt the razors on my skin, all over my skin, shaving my body completely including my ass and around my balls. When they were finished I was sprayed with cold water from a hose, washing off the cream and shrinking my penis again. Finally the restraints were released and I fell to the floor. The gag was removed. My face was level with the floor as the blindfold was lifted. Before my eyes was a pair of black stiletto shoes. Mistress Elizabeth!
"Look up, slave." she ordered. I slowly turned my head up to see the woman who had me under her control. She had dark skin, wore fishnet stockings, a black PVC mini skirt and bra. The PVC gloves and studded collar completed the outfit. She had long legs, large breasts, long hair and a cruel expression on her face. In her hand was a leather riding crop. "Get up on your knees. Now." I scrambled to my knees and someone, Monique, grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them behind me. Mistress Elizabeth stood before me with her crotch just inches away from my face. "You want to be a good boy don't you, Thomas?"
"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth." I quickly blurted.
