Felicia wasn't sure how long she'd been waiting. The room had a timeless quality to it; there were no clocks, and she'd left her phone and watch in her locker when she got undressed. The music that played had no discernible beginning or ending-chords flowed from one to the next without ever coming to a crescendo. The jasmine-scented air felt just warm enough against her skin that she never got chilled, and just cool enough that she never felt stifled. She felt like she could wait here for hours, and a little bit like she already had.
At last, the door opened. A tall blonde woman walked into the room, smiling gently as though she worried that a big, beaming grin would disrupt the tranquility of the moment. She wore a white tank top and a loose, flowing gray skirt that came down to her knees, and her bare feet padded silently across the room's tiled surface. "I am Ilona," she said, her voice hinting at a trace of an accent that Felicia couldn't quite place. "It's good to have you with us again."
"It's good to be here," Felicia said. And it was-the massage hadn't even started, and already Felicia felt completely relaxed. She didn't need to worry about a thing, not in this room. The moment she stepped inside, it was as if she'd walked into a bubble of total peace and contentment that had washed away all those little nagging worries and left her utterly at ease.
"That's just the response I was hoping for," Ilona said, walking over to Felicia and setting down a bowl of warm oil between her ankles. Felicia smiled a little at the foreign idiom. Ilona shifted Felicia's legs a little, just to get her into the right position, and began gently drizzling handfuls of the oil onto her skin. Felicia sighed in relaxation. This felt so good. She wondered why she'd waited so long before getting her first spa treatment.
Ilona's strong, warm hands began working the oil into Felicia's skin. They moved up her back, then down again, pausing every few moments to scoop another handful of oil out onto Felicia's body. Then they moved further down, sliding easily over Felicia's buttocks and gliding along the backs of her legs. It felt unbearably good. No wonder she'd decided not to cover up with a towel this time.
"Tell me, Felicia," Ilona asked as she drizzled oil over the small of Felicia's back and down onto her buttocks, "what did bring you back to us today?"
Back. What brought her back. Felicia ran the words through her head again and again as Ilona's fingers smoothed the oil into her skin, but they never quite seemed to gain purchase. Back. This was her first time at the spa, Felicia knew that. But it was just like all the other times. Felicia knew that too. She remembered coming into the room with all those nagging worries, worries about why they all knew her name here, worries about when exactly she'd made the appointment, but she remembered the worries stopping the moment she walked in. This room was a place of pure and perfect calm. She never had to worry about anything here.
Ilona worked the oil into every inch of her body, her hands sliding up over Felicia's back again and down over the buttocks and gliding over her labia and stroking across her thighs, working out every bit of the tension until Felicia's muscles were utterly limp and her skin gleamed. She knew her skin gleamed right now. She knew the oil made her body glisten with a silken sheen in the mirror, she could see it as clear as a memory. But she couldn't have memories of here, because she'd never been here.
Felicia felt the pressure build in her mind, the pressure to remember and the pressure to forget. But she didn't worry about it. She wasn't allowed to worry in here. There were no worries because...because there was nothing to worry about. That was it. Everything made perfect sense to her now. She felt the bubble of pressure burst in her mind as she accepted the conflicting information completely, and the sense of relief that accompanied it was almost physical. Felicia had a sleepy self who knew she had been to the spa before, and a waking self that knew she hadn't. And all that tension and pressure went away when she was in here, because her waking self was sleeping now and her sleepy self was always sleepy. Her eyes had already slipped shut, and she didn't even remember when it had happened.
"Good girl," Ilona said as Felicia's body visibly shuddered in relaxation. She focused more of her attention onto Felicia's cunt now, her hands gliding over it every few seconds as she continued her massage. "Think back and remember for me now, pretty girl. You remember all the forgetting now. It feels so good to remember to forget, doesn't it?" Felicia's head moved slightly in a loose and lazy nod. "Remember this feeling and the words will come to you, and it will be so easy to tell me exactly why you came back."
Felicia couldn't remember anything. She couldn't think at all. She could only relax and feel. Her world had contracted down to sensation, and each moment brought more and more blissful sensations to relax into. The touches felt so good now. Ilona's hands felt exactly right, touching Felicia with such intimate familiarity that it felt as though they'd been lovers forever. Those fingers felt so good, like all the times before that she knew had never happened...Felicia heard her own voice as if it was a stranger's when it emerged tonelessly from her lips. "I came back to reinforce my programming."
