Anya thought that the dining room would be empty, but she should have known better. This was a spa, and she was certainly not the only client that they would have within its massive walls. They could have half of Brooklyn in just the mansion alone and she wouldn't be able to find them in a game of hide and seek. But what a fun, kinky game that would be. The long table would fit about 30 people, but there were only about twelve women and men sitting there. All were wearing robes just as she was wearing. Mr. Hughes stopped her from joining them, however, and she watched him pull something out of his back pocket and her eyes widened as she felt it being secured around her neck.
"You're a submissive, Anya. Submissive girls like you don't sit at a table with a plate full of food."
"You said I would have no other master tonight, Mr. Hughes." Anya whispered back at him.
"That doesn't mean you get to play the part of the dominant." Mr. Hughes put his hand more firmly under her elbow and led her out of the main dining room and into a smaller, simpler decorated room to the side. In this room, there were several men and women as well, all naked, and she shivered as she felt Mr. Hughes take her robe off of her shoulders, and they all wore collars like the one she figured was now around her neck. Their collars, however, were connected close to the floor, and they sat on their shins, their hands locked to leather shackles connected to the ground. Anya shivered and her pussy twitched anew as Mr. Hughes led her to a free space between a man and a woman and moved her down to sit as they were. He wasted no time in locking her collar to the bolt on the ground, and she didn't stop him as he secured her wrists into the shackles. Her arms were not too far apart, but there was so little movement side to side in the collar that Anya would have been unable to free her hands with her mouth.
She felt movement beside her and realized that Mr. Hughes was putting a plate of fruit and vegetables and fish under her face. She was apparently to eat with her teeth. Biting her lips, she breathed slowly, her body shivering from this new experience. She was in a room full of submissives and she had a feeling the Mr. Hughes had gone, she'd heard his footsteps take him from the room.
Anya was hungry, the creature had taken a lot out of her, literally, and she lowered her face and picked up a piece of meat with her teeth and chewed. The fish was hot and well flavored, and she quickly set about eating everything that had been placed on her plate. Granted, it wasn't a large amount of food, and when it was gone, female hands reached down and took the plate away and placed a bowl of wine, red, she realized, in front of her. Anya leaned down and tried to drink from it without getting it all over her chin, but wasn't completely successful.
When Mr. Hughes returned, Anya tried not to let her pussy clench. From the way she was seated, if she sprayed out an orgasm right here, he would see it and know that she was still very attracted to him. He quietly unhooked her from the floor and pulled her to her feet, wiping her chin with a white handkerchief before taking hold of her elbow again and leading her out of the room.
"Eat enough?" He asked, his voice dark as he led her up the staircase to her bedroom.
"Yes, Mr. Hughes." Anya would have nodded, but he was holding her pretty tightly by the collar.
"You won't always wear a collar, Anya, but you will when you are in the main house and not being fucked. It lets others know that you are what you are, and that you already have a master here."
"I have a master in the house?" Anya felt her pussy grow hot thinking of the man before her.
He grinned, "I am your house master, yes, but not everywhere on the grounds. I am the master of your experiences here."
"So you're not going to be that kind of master to me, the proper fucking kind?" Anya knew she sounded disappointed, but she couldn't help it, she had an enormous urge to have this man's cock in her pussy, mouth, or ass, she didn't care which, and honestly hoped for all three.
"Go inside." He was standing with her outside of her bedroom and chuckled when she walked inside, her skin shaded pink and her pussy musk filled the air as she walked past him, he was getting her good and frustrated.
"You are putting me to bed?" Anya asked, ignoring Shi and Deandra who were standing near the bathroom door.
"Yes, as soon as you are bathed. Go." He ordered her, and Anya went.
Thirty minutes later, her skin was cleaned and lotioned, this time with a vanilla scent, and her hair was washed and dried. It was well past her shoulders, somehow, and hung below her breasts. Anya had paid attention to her body as it was getting washed by the two women with her. There were no teeth marks, no hint that they had been bitten ferociously. Her belly button had no scar, her stomach was blessedly free of the stretch marks that she'd gotten when she was pregnant with her human children. Rubbing a hand against her pussy, she could feel the moisture there, and knew that the other two women probably saw her do it, but didn't care. This was a sex spa. They probably expected her to finger her own cunt from time to time.
