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Sams Spa Chronicles Ch 20

Sams Spa Chronicles Ch 20

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As she cautiously drives toward Lakeside Shopping Center, petite Susan Cassandra is somewhat apprehensive. She is going to a large shopping mall in another city that is a 35 minute drive from her home. She is leaving Hicksville, a small, Louisiana town of 2,000 residents and traveling to the 'big city.' She's saying goodbye to country living and driving to New Orleans, a thriving metropolis of over 1,000,000 people. She's not leaving Kansas in order to meet some magical wizard. But she is going to meet a total stranger, a sorcerer of a man who has captivated her spirit. It's her faith and her dream that he is a gallant prince who will whisk her off to Never, Never Land.

It's her first time every venturing out of the city of her birth. Her mother's water broke and she went into labor about eight o'clock one morning. For some unknown reason, she immediately went to her gynecologist's office, instead of the local hospital. Not having time to call an ambulance, the doctor delivered the baby girl with bright red hair twenty minutes later in her own office. The following morning, mother and child went home to the open arms of numerous relatives and well-wishers. Amongst family, friends and classmates in this rural, southern town is where electricgirl grew up; that's the only world she has ever known.

It wasn't until the submissive got into middle school that she learned that there was a difference between a large metropolitan area and the small community in which she lived. It was then that she learned that big cities have skyscrapers, ten, fifteen and twenty stories high, more fast food restaurants and full service eateries, bars, liquor stores, and franchises than a person cold count. They have vast apartment buildings and condominiums, marble courthouses accompanied by law offices, numerous lawyers, police and security guards, several types of banks and loan offices, each with drive up windows and ATMs. Big cities have immense air conditioned shopping centers with specialty shops, jewelry stores, department stores, gift shops, food courts and thousands of employees, customers and custodians, along with snarled traffic jams of strangers trying to get into them. Some centers even have movie theaters. Every one of them has three, four, five or more high schools, dozens of middle and elementary schools and private schools for the affluent.

The tallest structure that the bachelorette has ever seen is the town's water tower at the left end of the main street. Her home town has seven fast food restaurants, three that serve mainly hamburgers, two that sell fried chicken, one that offers only pizza and the other tacos; none of them deliver. There is one small condominium complex and one set apartment of buildings. This latter are three buildings on the left end of town, each two stories high with ten units on each floor. All of them are two bedroom one bath apartments and almost all of them have tenants that rely on government subsidized housing.

The main street has a wood frame courthouse. The mayor's office is on its right and the sheriff's office and a barber shop are to its left. The sheriff has two deputies, one office secretary and three squad cars. To the left of the sheriff's office is a law office with one attorney; he has a paralegal working with him. The only other law office is on the other side of the street by the condominium; that's where the female attorney lives. She works alone and does all her own paralegal work out of an office she has above the only bank, which is next to the doctor's office. The bank has one ATM outside the building; it's not drive up. Both attorneys are civil court lawyers and both also occasionally represent clients in traffic court, which is held every Thursday unless it's a holiday. If a defendant needs a criminal court attorney for a serious crime, he or she must hire one from out of town.

Farther left of the sheriff's office, there is a hamburger fast food restaurant, a combination gas station and convenience store and a fried chicken fast food eatery. Next door to it are a drug store, the post office and an Italian restaurant. At the far end of the street are the pizza restaurant, the other two hamburger fast food restaurants, right next to each other, and then the water tower.

Across the street from all this is the town's "shopping center." Going left to right are the only bar and pool hall - it opens at four in the afternoon and closes at one in the morning - a Chinese restaurant, a dry goods store that sells mostly women's and children's clothing, a general practitioner and the gynecologist who doubles as the town's pediatrician. The two doctors have their own offices in the same building. He has a nurse; she works alone, but they share the receptionist. Next to them, there are the bank and several more buildings, each housing a chicken tender fast food restaurant, a hardware store, a BBQ restaurant and the dentist office. He has one assistant and one dental hygienist, Susan. Going farther right are a movie theater, a taco restaurant and a combination toy store and gift shop.

The theater has children's matinees on weekday and Saturday afternoons starting at three o'clock, regular movies beginning at six o'clock on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings - two shows each night. On Sunday afternoon it has one showing at three o'clock. Patrons can also rent movie discs, including adult movies during regular business hours.

There is one traffic light in front mayor's office on the right end of the town. On one side, the crossing street leads to the homes of the dentist, the general practitioner, the mayor and a few of the more affluent residents. On the other side of the street across from the toy and gift shop is the condominium complex.

The gynecologist lives in the condominium complex. She frequently dines with the older of the two police officers. They are both divorced; he has one child who lives with his mother. Sometimes he sleeps with the doctor at her residence.

The high school building and the middle school building are on the same campus, on the outskirts of the town. The one cafeteria and school yard separates the two schools. Further out of town are the two elementary schools. There are no private schools.

The town is no different than Mayberry, U.S.A. When she gets to her destination, the maiden will be an alien being in an unfamiliar land.

Susan's elderly mother, several of her coworkers and her friend Katie - she lives in the same condominium complex as the bachelorette - all warned her about going to this particular mall today. They each told her that she should not be going to meet some mysterious character she knows only through an Internet chat room, especially a real-time online chat room where everyone communicates with each other using erotic terminology. Conversations that concealed individuals type, while sitting at their home computers. They are afraid that her online relationship can only end up getting her raped or killed or worse, getting her kidnapped and sold as an unwilling sex slave.

She understands their concern. She knows that they care about her and are only thinking of her safety. The submissive even purchased a small can of mace as Katie suggested. She has it attached to her key ring. She will use it if her online male friend is not everything he said he was; if he attempts to abuse her in any way or if he tries to abduct her. She also has every intention of calling Katie as soon as she meets her Master.

Her cell phone buzzes; it's in a cup holder of her automobile's console. The caller ID indicates that it is Katie. It's the second time she has called within the last twenty minutes.

"Hello Katie," she dryly answers it, putting the phone on speaker.

"Have you arrived yet?"

"No, I haven't gotten there yet. I've still got another ten minutes before I have to turn off the Interstate. I . . ."

"Susan, please call me the minute you get to the shopping center. I'm worried about you."

"Yes, I promise you, I'll check him out before I introduce myself to him and I'll call you the moment I see him. Now, will you quit worrying about me? I'll be alright."

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"I'll be waiting for your call."

"OK, bye now."

"Honestly," the bachelorette says out loud as she hangs up her cell phone. "Sometimes that woman can be a pest. I don't know how she got the idea that I'm going to meet some rape crazy wacko." She pauses in the conversation she is having with herself. She shakes her head, "I'm just glad that I never told Katie or anyone that in our private chats he always referred to me as his personal sex kitten."

But her Master is not a rapist or anything like that. The submissive trusts him; he would never hurt her. In the eleven months that she has been chatting with him in the BDSM social section of the Internet chat room they belong to, through their text messages to each other, their e-mails and Emoji to each other and the many times they have talked on the phone, Badboy has been nothing but polite. He has been a faultless gentleman.

He loves her online name, electricgirl. He told her that it's adorable; it's what motivated him to begin chatting with her in the bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism social section of the chat room. She told him that she made up the name because she's a young woman chatting electronically; hence, electricgirl.

They answer her positive attitude by questioning his refusal to e-mail pictures of himself to his "online sex slave" or tell her his real name. They especially do not like his chat room name. "What kind of person has a chat room name of Badboy?" Katie asked her. "His name alone tells you that he can't possibly be trusted." Susan countered her anxiety by pointing out that he gave her his cell phone number and that she has talked to him several times already.

"Besides," the maiden tells herself as she continues to drive toward her rendezvous, "I have taken several safety precautions. They all know exactly where I'm going and how long I'll be there. I've got my can of mace. And I'm going to check him out before I introduce myself to him. True, for our first meeting I ought to have someone with me instead of going alone. But I have my cell phone handy."

The naΓ―ve kitten glances down at her phone in the cup holder of her Toyota.

"For heaven's sake," she continues to herself. "I'm going to meet him in the middle of the day in the safe, open atmosphere of a shopping mall food court. I'm not going to meet him in some dimly lit, sleazy bar late at night. And I will take a picture of him with my cell phone and send it to Katie before I meet with him. I don't know why she is all worried. I'm not going to meet some sex crazed maniac."

The maiden ponders over the height of the man she is about to meet and wonders if she really needs the mace with her. Probably not, he's only five centimeters taller than her and, while no athlete, at 24 the bachelorette believes that she can handle a 45 year-old male if he turns out to be just another dirty old man; if he is nothing but a sex trafficker bent on kidnapping her and selling her as a sex slave.

A few moments later electricgirl sees the road sign, 'Causeway Blvd. next exit,' that Badboy told her to look for. Following the directions that Badboy gave her, Susan turns right and exits the Interstate 10 expressway. Almost immediately the large shopping center comes into view, just as he said it would.

As the young woman pulls into the shopping center parking lot she looks for the yellow Mustang with a black vinyl resin roof he had described to her in the chat room. He told her he would be parked right outside the East entrance to the shopping center and food court where they are to meet. She drives up and down the isles several times but she doesn't see a yellow and black Mustang or any yellow car with a black roof.

The submissive checks the clock on the dashboard of her car: 12:48. She's twelve minutes early for their afternoon lunch date. He should be here, unless of course he's one of those types of persons who are always late for anything and everything they do.

No, the maiden doubts that. Badboy was always punctual when meeting her in the chat room. Every time they arranged to meet in the chat room he was always there waiting for her to log on. Whenever he told her he would send her an e-mail, he was always prompt in doing so. He would also send her a smiley face Emoji with every message, a different one with each correspondence. "Would a terrorist or a sex pervert do that," electricgirl asks herself?

The inexperienced bachelorette assumes that there must be some other reason for his car not being there. She tells herself that maybe he got held up in traffic or, heaven forbid, maybe he got in an accident.

Susan reflects upon some of his other characteristics that he has told her about. He has brown hair and brown eyes and is just a few centimeters shy of 2 meters in height. He enjoys reading history, evolution and science fiction. He doesn't watch television except for an occasional movie. He prefers mystery and suspense over comedy unless it's a romantic comedy. His favorites are

The American President

, staring Annette Bening and Michael Douglas and

Shining Through

staring Melanie Griffith and Mr. Douglas. His favorite suspense is

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, directed by Barry Levinson. His favorite food is a thick broiled rib eye steak served with butter downed mashed potatoes and peas or corn - on or off the cob. Another favorite of his is southern fried chicken and potato salad. His weakness is chocolate and cherry cobbler pie.

He texted his weight to her; he weighs about 23 kilograms more than the submissive. That's a bit heavy for someone her small frame. A seed of doubt enters the sex slave's heart.

She spots an open parking place close to the shopping center's entrance, it's next to a handicap parking zone. She pulls into it in spite of her misgivings.

She checks her lipstick in the rearview mirror and lightly brushes her shoulder length easygoing bob red hair. She adjusts her cupless brassiere. She glances back into the mirror. It's a stranger's face she suddenly sees. For the briefest of moments, electricgirl wonders who she is looking at.

The maiden asks herself if it's the

laissez-faire

, happy-go-lucky person sitting in her car and staring at herself now, or is it the ever cautious, conservative young woman who stays home alone at night eating popcorn, watching TV romance movies and dreaming of a chivalrous knight whisking her off to Paradise. The seed of doubt begins to grow in the sex slave's heart.

Susan ignores those thoughts, steps out of her Toyota and locks the door. She is wearing a straight pink skirt and white button up long sleeve blouse with a pink long sleeve jacket; it is open. The material of the shirt is thin; her suntanned flesh is discernible. But it has two pockets that obscure her exposed areola and nipples. The skirt comes down to about the middle of her thigh. She has on white low heel shoes and full length flesh colored stockings. The maiden looks as though she could be a debutante or a princess from Camelot. She removes her dark sunglasses and looks again around the parking lot for a yellow Mustang with a black vinyl roof. She does not see one. The seed of doubt increases in the sex slave's heart.

The bachelorette walks through the mall entrance and turns for one last glance at the cars in the parking lot - still no sign of Badboy's Mustang. Her apprehension builds.

"Why did he demand I come alone," she asks herself.

There is a bench inside near the glass entrance door, so she sits on it looking out towards the parking lot. Her insecurity kicks in and the seed of doubt takes root deep in the sex slave's heart.

She gave him her real name, at least her first name, months ago, but every time she hinted to Badboy that she would like him to give her his real name he sidestepped the issue.

The submissive begins to think about what she is getting herself in for. Badboy has "spanked" her several times in private chats on the Internet. In fact, some of the online spankings have been rather brutal. In their private conversations, he has described role play scenes to his "sex kitten" where he ties her up and gives her severe beatings and sexually tortures her viciously before having online sexual intercourse with her.

He has put virtual clamps on her nipples and clitoris and has virtually smacked her naked ass until her cheeks were red and stinging. Then he described how he would penetrate her, how he would ram his cock deep within her cunt when they fucked. His chat room descriptions of what he would do to her would send her into orbit.

Now that she is actually meeting him for the first time, she wonders whether she can allow a total stranger to literally tie her up, spank her naked ass and actually fuck her. The sex slave begins to question whether she should have come alone.

"Oh where is his car," she says to herself as she looks once more in the direction of the parking lot. She checks the time on her cell phone: 12:58. She decides to go to the food court where she is supposed to meet Badboy and wait for him there. He said that he would be wearing black jeans and a green T-shirt with an American Bald Eagle emblazoned on it, soaring across his chest.

Susan gets up slowly and starts to walk toward the food court. But halfway there she stops. Her heart is pounding. Her breath is coming in short spurts. Her anxiety over meeting a "mysterious stranger," as Katie called him, and his refusal to give her his real name finally bears fruit.

"I wish he had told me his real name," electricgirl tells herself. The young woman returns to her car and drives home without meeting her online sex Master. She cries the entire 35 minutes it takes her to get home to Hicksville using the expressway.

The next day Katie visits with Susan to cheer her up. At her neighbor's urging, they are both naked while they relax together in one of the hot tubs of the condominium complex where they live. The board members of the complex do not object to anyone bathing nude as long as there are no children present and as long as it is not during the hours of 8:00 A.M. and 4:00 P.M. It is late in the evening, after 9:00 o'clock and after hours for children to be visiting - at this time there are no children living in any of the units; it is all single adults who live there. Katie tells her that she did the right thing; that she has made a wise choice. But the submissive doesn't relax. The sex slave is in torment for not meeting her online Master.

The bachelorette lives in a 31 unit two story condominium complex; each residence has a kitchenette, a living room, one bedroom and clothes closet and a large walk-in shower. Each floor has five condos on the right and left sides of the building and three units on the front and back sides. The entire rectangular shaped air conditioned and heated inner court is enclosed by a clear Plexiglas dome roof. This patio section has four connected whirlpool hot tubs in the center surrounded by lush, concealing shrubby and a small artificial turf grassed in area for relaxing and barbecues. Entrance into this courtyard is only through the apartments. There are two large parking areas in the front and rear of the building with smaller lots along the sides.

The designers of the building converted the bedroom of one of the units in the rear section into two saunas. The living room and kitchen became an area for those living there to use as a place to hold a small party; all those living in the complex have a key to this unit. Entrance to it is only through the courtyard; the custodian has the only key to its outer door. The saunas were built to resemble those at SAMS Spa health resort; one of the designers is a partner of SAMS. Because only adults are presently living in the community, 7 females and 21 males living there frequently use the whirlpool tubs and saunas while nude. Three of the females refuse to use either the baths or the saunas without bathing suits on.

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