Slutland Ch 02 Graces Story

[Grace is a 5ft 3 woman from Edmonton in Canada. She has C-cups, dyed scarlett hair and an array of entrancing freckles. A gold star lesbian, she'd been playing the lottery since her 18th birthday. After 10 years of playing she got to experience her dream. An accomplished architect, the £50k retainer that PERSLU offered her to stay secretive wasn't enough to stop her from telling me all about her experience.]

When Grace had created her account for the lottery, the website had asked what her dream way of finding out would be. 10 years later she'd forgotten what she'd written. It started with a knock at the door. Grace opened it to see a blindfolded woman in black clothes holding a letter between her teeth. In red letters it said CONGRATULATIONS GRACE, YOU'VE WON THE PERSLU LOTTERY! USE THE GIRL TO BOOK YOUR CONSULTING APPOINTMENT. Below were a set of instructions telling her to squeeze various body parts to select different dates and times. Grace slipped her hand into the girl's pants triggering the ASAP option.

Within seconds, a Rolls Royce had appeared by her door. Out stepped a tall East Asian woman. She wore a white facemask, white blouse and white and black pinstriped trousers. Her shoes were impossibly white flats. Her clothes were wrinkle free and completely unmarked. Her marzipan skin was as smooth as a raindrop. She stood by the passenger door in silence until Grace came down (handing her keys to the blindfolded slut) and as Grace went past the chauffeur, through the open door, the air around her smelled of chamomile. The doors of the car were tinted and throughout the hour long journey the chauffeur was completely silent, her breath still and her movements careful.

Upon arrival at the regional centre, Grace was blindfolded and led into a room in which blood samples and a quick inspection were undertaken to ensure that she didn't have any STDs. Then she was led into another and told to wait for a PERSLU consultant. Sitting in the chair she took in the room. Across all four walls were photographs of a woman in various positions. She was naked, intimately hairless and evidently flexible. In one photo she was doing a standing splits the top of her foot touching a boxing bag. The backs of her legs dominated another below her perfect asshole centred in the middle while she bent over and stared at the viewer. And then, as if by magic, the woman from the photographs walked in. The consultant wore a high-waisted pencil skirt with sheer denier tights and high heels. She had a gym-like crop top emblazoned with the PERSLU logo which highlighted her E-cup boobs.

'Congratulations Grace' she beamed in a thick Scottish accent licking her lips seductively. 'Everything from this point onwards is up to you. I want you to tell me your deepest sexual desires and I will do everything I can to make them happen'

Grace described her fantasies in intimate detail. How she was obsessed with the smell of women and all their body parts. How she wanted to dominate women and have a harem of slaves to do her sexual bidding. And how she wanted the opposite. To be controlled by a busty dominatrix, made to lick every part of their body, serve her totally and be humiliated. As if in reaction to Grace's admissions, the consultant slid of her heels and propped her nylons on the desk, her toes less than a foot from Grace's face filling the area with a subtle, sexy smell. Grace put her nose towards the toe joints on the consultant's sole and inhaled. After a brief pause to let Grace enjoy the smell the consultant continued and went through various arrangements and admin. Grace would be given 9 hours in the park and after carefully going through the options they settled that she should start with a 4 hour tour of Scent Park to satiate her olphactophila. This would be followed by a 3 hour experience in Slave World followed by a 2-hour session with Slutland's most experienced dominatrices. As Grace prepared to leave the demeanour of the consultant suddenly changed.

'Kiss my arse' she ordered, vaulting the table and pointing her stockinged ass towards Grace who kissed it obediently. Then she muttered 'pathetic' and left. Grace got up, so entranced that she didn't realise until later that her wetness had seeped through her trousers.

When she got back inside the car, the masked chauffeur slipped off both of her flats and handed them to her. They were unbelievably hot, sweat seemingly evaporating in a mist above them. Grace brought the shoes up to her nose and inhaled a warm stream of air from the sole, and smelled nothing. Confused and somehow addicted she kept smelling, smelling closer and deeper and the fabric to no avail. She licked the wet insole and it was tasteless. The chauffeur's shoes were steaming and by all accounts should have reeked. But they didn't and there's a certain sexiness to the lack of a scent as well.

The journey to Slutland began five days later. She was accompanied on a first-class ticket to Heathrow by another PERSLU girl who invited Grace to grope her during the flight. She then boarded another Rolls Royce, was blindfolded again and travelled for several hours through the presumably English, presumable countryside. Her first view after the darkness was of Slutland's characteristically gorgeous onsite hotel. Either side of its tall glass doors was a six foot nude-below-the waist girl. Entering the lobby, Grace was struck by the sight of the topless receptionists and nude porters.

A girl hurried up to her and asked if she wanted anything to eat after her drive, flipping up her skirt to reveal that she had gone commando as she said it. Grace elected to taste the girl's hairless pussy slipping her finger inside and licking her index. It was delicious. Arriving at her room she found the bed littered with black socks beside a sign that read (from the housekeepers). Grace dived into the pile inhaling the strong scent of girls who worked all day on their feet. She was in heaven.

Slutland's rooms typically come with a dedicated girl, though, for privacy reasons Grace had decided not to choose one. Instead she picked up the in-room tablet, clicked an icon called girls and swiped through a variety of options on their bespoke intranet-run app. Each page showcased a full body nude of a girl accompanied by a list of sexual activities that they were happy performing. She selected a pair of blonde twins who arrived within one minute. She lied back on the bed, legs splayed and had one eat her out while she inhaled the other's ass scent.

In the evening she went to the onsite spa where she accepted their offer to laser her pussy and armpits. She also received a full body massage from a gorgeous 300lb Polynesian woman who finished the massage by licking Grace's asshole. She also opened up her enormous ass cheeks for Grace to smell when she requested it. Like all the other girls Grace had encountered, the masseuse's ass was perfect, free of blemishes and smelling clean and also subtly sweaty. After a nice dinner, Grace requested a facesit alarm and then drifted off to sleep thinking about the amazing day that was coming tomorrow.