This was my first attempt at adult fiction, written back in 2003 as a piece of fan-art for a now defunct website I used to subscribe to. This is part 1 and there are two other parts that form the whole sordid tale.
Any feedback would be gratefully received and if there is a demand I will publish the other two parts.
This is a totally fictional tale of extreme lesbian domination, BDSM and submission, any similarities to other real or fictional people is entirely coincidental.
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The woman squirmed unconsciously in her chair, she honestly didn't realise she was doing it. She had been to a hair-dressing salon before and nothing like this had ever happened before. Every time her hair dresser moved, she moved, trying to get her to rub up against her again, to get that illicit feel of smooth cold leather brushing against her skin.
She had noticed it yet not paid it too much thought as soon as she walked in, all the staff wore in some shape or other, leather. Sure there were lots of different styles and colours but if you looked close enough, they were all wearing leather. It's probably just a fashion thing, she'd thought to herself, silently cursing her self for missing yet another new trend. And so she'd thought no more about it.
Yet here she was straining in her seat to get another feel of that cool black leather that the salon owner, Karla wore as she first cut her hair and then sensually massaged her scalp." It's a good job she doesn't realise what I'm doing" Sarah thought to herself as she finally admitted to herself that she was getting off on this.
Karla continued to massage her beautiful clients scalp, giving the same highly professional level of service that she gave to all who walked into her salon. But this one was different, she'd seen her looking around when Sarah first walked in, her eyes just a little wider than normal, her gaze lingering on members of her staff just a little longer than normal. And so as the pampering had gone on, after the salon junior had washed her hair, after she'd cut it just so, Karla had very subtly brushed the sleeve of her black leather jacket against her clients right cheek.
It was feint, but Karla felt Sarah tense as the cool, soft leather brushed against her. She heard the slight but definite intake of breath as new feelings stirred within Sarah. So as she continued to work at Sarah's hair, she did it again and the reaction was the same. Then something new happened, she realised as she watched her client that she was now moving as if to deliberately brush against her, her face flushing ever so slightly with each contact.
Karla took a closer look at her client, she was in her mid thirties, with mid length wavy dark hair completing a slightly Mediterranean look. She had strong, beautiful features which exuded confidence from every pore; she was about 5'7" with a trim well toned body born from hours in the gym. She was the archetypal successful business woman with neat manicured nails and soft tanned skin.
Karla new instinctively that here was a cherry ripe for the picking. Her salon only catered for the higher end of the market and so the bulk of her clients were seriously wealthy people. Yet it never ceased to amaze her as she observed her clients the amount of repressed sexual energy hidden just below the surface. All the money and all the possessions these people had yet so few had found release for their true feelings.
For the very, very select few Karla offered a treatment for that too. You could not ask for it or book an appointment for it, you could not beg or pay for it. Yet somehow word had gotten out that if you were female and needed the ultimate relaxation therapy, there was only one place to go. No one spoke of it or complained if they didn't get it, indeed the thrill of finding out if you'd been selected for treatment seemed to be part of the whole experience.
Sarah had almost forgotten about the "therapy". So lost was she in her little game that she was really startled by the sound of Karla's voice.
"Would you care to try one of our latest treatments Madam, with our compliments of course!?" Karla asked.
"Y-yes, I-I'd love too" Sarah stammered, her heart and mind now racing. Quickly she got up from her chair and followed Karla to the back of the salon and into a large well lit and beautifully appointed treatment room. The floor was a light wood veneer, the walls plain white, all the lighting was hidden yet seemed to come from everywhere. In the middle of the room stood a huge treatment bench, finished in black leather, with chrome steel legs and various attachments coming off of it.
Against the left wall stood a long low leather sofa, against the right various equipment trolleys and the far wall appeared to be just one large cupboard. At the end of the treatment bench stood a girl who Karla introduced as Kelly. She was told that Kelly would look after her while Karla went off to prepare her treatment. Sarah's gaze fell to the girl now beckoning her forward, she estimated her to be about twenty years old and was, except for her uniform, Sarah's idea of a typical salon junior. She had long straight blonde hair tied in two pig tails and an almost impossibly petite figure.
If it hadn't been for the tight fitting nature of her clothes Sarah felt sure she would struggled to see any kind of a bust on the girl yet the purple leather bib-style top seemed to lift and emphasize them as pert little globes of pleasure. She also wore a matching leather mini-skirt that in Sarah's opinion was only just long enough to serve as a belt! At the end of an impossibly long and slim pair of legs was a pair of strappy sandals with the thinnest four inch heel she'd ever seen.
"If you'd like to take your cloths off madam and lay down on the table, Miss Karla will be back shortly." Kelly said in a light sing-song voice. "Here, let me help you madam."
