You tell yourself that this is a luxury you deserve. For perhaps the first time in your life, you will be experiencing a level of pleasure that is beyond any normal human sexual interaction. The technicians and the technology of the Elysium Spa are, so the reviews say, a leap forwards in the evolution of human sexual experience. You have paid for the executive package. It has cost you as much as a good vacation, but you're convinced that it will be worth it. Soon you will be in the skilled, professional hands of the world's leading nymphologists and hedonistas. The women working on you today are experts in pleasure and they are famed for the pride and delight that they take in their work.
The building is, as you had expected, a mixture of classical Greek architecture and futuristic technology. A receptionist stands behind an elegant desk of white marble that doubles as an interactive touch screen. The receptionist herself is so beautiful and so sophisticated that you could imagine her on the Hollywood red carpet or in a fabulous pornographic piece of computer generated erotica. It almost feels too good to be true, but here you are, checking in and being led to a changing room.
You stow your clothing and belongings in a locker, dressing yourself in a luxurious towelling robe. Then, after a brief moment of nervousness, you walk towards the designated treatment room. You don't know why you feel nervous, the technicians here are all professionals, women who have dedicated themselves to discovering the true heights of human pleasure. Perhaps it's the thought of going beyond all your experiences that makes your heart beat faster.
The treatment room is a marvel of white stone, cream leather and polished chrome. Every surface sparkles and glistens, more hygienic than a surgery, more luxurious than a five-star hotel. You are greeted by a beautiful woman in a tight, white latex dress. She is magnificent, simultaneously welcoming and intimidating. Her skin is naturally tan, her teeth perfect white and her make up utterly immaculate. Her cascade of dark hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail and her deep brown eyes regard you with warmth and clear excitement to begin her work. "I'm Eloise. I'll be the lead technician for your experience. If you have any questions or issues, please don't hesitate to approach me. From here, I'll be in complete control of your body, so please understand that you can trust me entirely. I'm here because I want you to have the most wonderful sensations of your entire life. My team and I are entirely dedicated to your total and enduring pleasure," she says.
As she mentions her team, three other women step into the room and take up places around the white marble walls. Images flicker into life on the smooth stone, showing you soothing videos of tropical beaches and exotic waterfalls. As you stand there, admiring the vivid images (are they holographic? They seem to have depth to them) Eloise steps forwards and gently but firmly begins to remove your robe. For a moment, you feel hesitant, then you calm your breathing and remind yourself that you have to let her take complete control.
When you are naked, something begins to rise up from the centre of the room. The floor's sections move back silently in a circular iris, allowing a chair to rise from beneath. The chair reminds you of the dentist, but only if the dentist was focussed on luxury and total comfort. Lengths of chrome support the sections of the chair and you see that there are two separate rests for the legs, two rests for the arms. Presumably, the position of the man in the chair can be altered to the exact specifications of Eloise. Everything gleams, as though it has been manufactured right this moment, just for you.
Eloise helps to ease you into the chair. You have never felt a texture like this leather. It is supportive and firm, though it yields almost like flesh. As soon as you have settled, smiling, into the leather, Eloise leans over you and starts to fasten the restraints at your wrists, then all the way up your arms. Her face is close to you, her hypnotic eyes gazing into yours. You have never seen such pristine make up. Her face is a work of art. Dark, perfectly shaped brows arch sexily over eyes shaded from purple to silver. The work must surely have been done by an artist with an airbrush. Her wings of black eyeliner give her eyes a seductive, wicked expression.
Her lashes can only be fake, they are so long and so incredibly black, though they have been applied so well that you can see no join. Her cheekbones have been accentuated with light accents and dark blush beneath, drawing attention to her exquisite bone structure. The final beauty comes from her lips. Even without makeup, Eloise would have beautiful, sultry, erotic lips. With the addition of immaculate purple lipstick, her lips are entrancing. You can't help but imagine them wrapped around your cock and you feel yourself start to stiffen at the thought. As she works on your restraints, you can smell her intoxicating perfume and, as you glance down her body, you see her nipples are straining against the latex. Perhaps her work excites her.
When your arms are secured, she fastens more belts at your chest and waist. The restraints are so soft that their touch is a caress, yet so strong you could not hope to escape. "I can see that you're comfortable," Eloise says, smiling up at you as she approaches your legs and notices your growing erection with a proud, professional smile. She knows she is doing her job well. "Be assured that you will rise up from comfort and into realms of physical, sensual delight that you've only hitherto imagined," she says as she fastens restrains around your legs.
She stands back to admire her work. "We have all day to explore," she says with reassuring warmth. Then she turns to her technicians and says in a professional tone, "Ladies, begin phase one, level one."
The women nod, smiling, both professional and keen to begin. They are like musicians preparing to play a symphony that delights them.
First, the hidden tubing in the restraints begins to exude warm oil, coating your skin in slippery lubricant. Eloise uses her hands, covered with latex gloves, to slowly massage every inch of your flesh, taking her time, beginning with your shoulders.
