Sarah had met with Dave and Julie to work out the details of their master/slave relationship. They discussed limits and set a safe word. Afterward, they spent the afternoon and evening in a gratifying, rather vanilla, threesome.
The following morning, a courier delivered a letter to Sarah’s home. The letter was written in exquisite calligraphy on luxurious parchment. It contained instructions.
Friday morning, she would be picked up and delivered to a spa where she would spend the day preparing for the fundraising Gala on Friday night.
* While at the spa, she was not to speak,
* She was not to orgasm,
* She was to follow all instructions from the spa staff.
Her preparation would end just in time for her to be delivered to the evening event.
The letter ended with one word; OBEY. That was the agreed-upon signal for the start of a scene.
Sarah melted. She was standing in her front foyer, with big windows open to the street and where any household member could see. It didn’t matter.
Her fingers found their way onto her clit and rubbed. Then, she slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, leaving her thumb to rub her clit. She finger-fucked herself aggressively, hunching over and grunting. Her climax arrived quickly. Weak knees sent her to the floor, where she knelt, trembling and catching her breath.
Sarah loved how the couple she had just met was able to get into her mind and satisfy her need to be dominated. It was done with an economy of words and actions, never resorting to physical abuse. It was a refreshing change.
Sarah was in a state all week. What would they make her wear? What would they make her do? She knew she was in for a day and night of humiliation and fulfillment.
~~~
Friday morning, Sarah got up at first light and put on a simple sundress. She didn’t bother with her hair or makeup. Sarah slipped on a pair of flat sandals and was ready.
While waiting to be picked up, she tried to remain calm by reading, but it wasn’t working. Re-reading the letter was no help. No pickup time was listed.
Yoga and meditation only helped for short periods. Sarah nervously paced the front foyer for the hundredth time when, finally, a black sedan pulled up. It was now 10 am.
She took several cleansing breaths and assumed a submissive demeanor. A uniformed chauffeur escorted her to the Rolls Royce and settled her in the back.
~~~
The ride was on back roads through farmland until they entered the woods. The spa was nestled among the trees, half structures, and half nature.
~~~
The spa staff was professional and efficient but did not engage her. She never saw another guest as her body was scrubbed and her hair shampooed. She was placed in several different tubs of mud and mineral spring water. She was kept naked through it all. Her skin was soft and pink when she left the last tub.
Next came a massage. The masseuse was evil. In addition to rubbing each muscle group, she would find an erogenous zone and work it until Sarah was squirming and ready to climax. The masseuse always knew when to move to a new area. She kept Sarah on the edge of orgasm for thirty minutes. It was good the masseuse had such skill. Sarah had orders not to orgasm. Sarah knew she would have disobeyed if her masseuse had rubbed her to climax.
Julie rushed into the room, mostly wearing a spa robe. She threw the robe off and flopped into an overstuffed chair, knees spread wide.
“Sarah, get over here and lick me clean,” Julie ordered.
Sarah overcame her surprise at Julie’s presence and scrambled to obey. With her masseuse’s assistance, Sarah climbed off of the table and knelt between Julie’s knees.
Julie’s pussy was all red and swollen. It was leaking semen. It seemed that Julie had just been fucked. Sarah put her tongue to work, drawing out globs of sperm. Julie prattled about all the treatments she had enjoyed, ending with her masseur, who was hung like a horse.
Sarah was delighted to be once again eating this sweet pussy. Especially when it was filled with cum. It was so slutty. No lady would do this! She was also bringing pleasure to her mistress. She was in heaven. Julie roared through her first orgasm, holding Sarah’s head in place and insisting she kept going.
Sarah was noisily slurping up more fluids when Julie had a second orgasm. Then she pushed Sarah away, grabbed her robe, and left with a cheery “See you later.”
Sarah’s masseuse was beside her, offering to clean her face with a warm, wet towel. When Sarah was clean, the masseuse lifted her spa scrubs, dropped her panties, and sat in the same chair with knees spread.
“Watching that got me all worked up! Come pleasure me now,” she insisted.
Of course, Sarah had orders to obey. She had no choice, she told herself. I must be a slut and eat this pussy too. It was only the second pussy Sarah had experienced.
While her masseuse was older, her bald pussy looked just as inviting. It was not swollen from fucking, but it was wet with arousal. Sarah eagerly went to work pleasuring her masseuse. She ate the woman through three orgasms before her masseuse stood up satisfied.
A new bald pussy slid into place. Of course, Sarah had orders to obey. She had no choice, she told herself. She eagerly began pleasuring this unknown woman.
Word must have gotten out because Sarah stayed busy through a dozen women. Each insisted on multiple orgasms. The euphoria Sarah experienced being on her knees, servicing all of these strangers, acting like a whore, had her high. When the chair was finally empty, she slid to the floor in a limp puddle.
A couple of handsome men in spa scrubs lifted her onto the massage table. Her masseuse covered her with a sheet, kissed her on the cheek, and let her know she had a half-hour to recover. She dimmed the lights and left.
~~~
It was late afternoon when Sarah was dressed in a robe and led into the dining room. She was met by Julie, who gave her a big hug and led her to a table. Sarah sat demurely, eyes downcast, while Julie bounced in her seat and told of all she had experienced in her first trip to a spa. Sarah had orders. She remained silent.
They were served large salads full of exotic ingredients. Sarah ate slowly, enjoying each delightful fork. She had a slight smile watching Julie moan and emote over her salad. After the meal, Julie gave Sarah a deep kiss full of promise and another big hug.
~~~
Sarah was led off and stripped of her robe. She was placed in a chair, and four attendants went to work on her hands and feet. The manicures and pedicures were thorough, finishing with rubbing in a sweet lotion. The result was perfect French nails on toes and fingers.
The four attendants left, and the masseuse from before knelt between Sarah’s legs. The masseuse used her tongue to lick Sarah’s pussy and clit, bringing Sarah close to orgasm. Like before, the masseuse knew when to stop. Then, she led Sarah to a hairdresser.
The hairdresser was effeminate with a sculptured body. Very much the stereotypical gay hairdresser. He was also nude. His impressive cock was held erect with brass rings and a naval piercing.
He curled Sarah’s hair into long tubes. It took time. He had a habit of randomly pinching either of Sarah’s nipples. Then, the curls were collected at the top of her head and tied in place with a black ribbon. They cascaded down evenly around her head. It was a style Sarah had never seen before.
Satisfied with her hair, the hairdresser focused on her nipples. He pulled, pinched, and twisted until he had them as erect as possible. He then placed tiny gold loops that sprang closed around the base of Sarah’s nipples to keep them erect. The two loops were connected with a long and delicate gold chain.
Sarah’s masseuse showed up and ate Sarah to the edge of orgasm again. In the state Sarah was in, it didn’t take long. Next, her masseuse switched places with Sarah and put her to work on her pussy. Again, Sarah ate the masseuse to several more orgasms.
The watching hairdresser plunged a dildo into his rectum and worked himself into a spurting orgasm. When Sarah was finished servicing the masseuse, the hairdresser had her lick his cock and belly clean.
With Sarah back in the chair, both the hairdresser and the masseuse got between her knees. They prodded and poked at her clit. When satisfied, the hairdresser placed a third loop and chain on Sarah’s clit to keep it erect. He had Sarah stand, then connected the chains, adjusting the length to pull each nub slightly.
Sarah had to draw on all her mental strength to prevent her orgasm at this point. It helped when her two attendants stopped focusing on her clit and nipples. Finally, a slap on the rump sent Sarah out of the hairdresser’s room.
Her guide and tormentor led her to a makeup artist. Fortunately, this young woman was all business. Entirely dressed and focused on Sarah’s makeup, she did nothing to stimulate Sarah further. However, watching from the side, the masseuse slid her hand under her scrubs and dipped fingers into her wet pussy. Sarah could smell the older woman’s arousal.
“I need to get off again, but we can’t disturb your makeup. So I’ll be right back,” she declared as she left the room.
A short time later, they heard a male voice in the next room.
“I’m glad you called. Julie has me so horny. I need to FUCK!”
Sarah related to that sediment. Her mistress had that effect on others.
“Go at it. I need a FUCK too,” they heard Sarah’s masseuse reply.
What followed sounded like a hard and fast pounding. The fuckers were vocal and loud. The makeup artist had a shy smile. She had to order Sarah to sit still.
The room next door had gone quiet, and Sarah’s makeup was nearing completion when the masseuse returned. She had a silly grin and looked utterly relaxed.
Sarah was turned to a mirror. Her makeup was exotic. Orange, gold, and black had been used around her eyes. The makeup was almost ancient Egyptian looking. It went well with the hairstyle.
A spa staffer delivered several small cases, placing them on a side table.
“Ah, your wardrobe, good.” The makeup artist exclaimed. Sarah was worried. None of the boxes was large enough to hold a t-shirt, much less an evening gown.
The young woman opened the largest, a shoebox. It contained gold leather straps. When she put them on Sarah’s feet, they turned out to be open sandals with straps the crisscrossed up to the top of her thighs.
Next, she opened a tiny box from the couture shop Sarah and Julie had visited. She withdrew a rectangle of fabric no larger than a hanky. It was black with embroidered peacock tail feathers. It was incredible and incredibly small!
The young spa attendant had Sarah stand. It turned out to be two rectangles of fabric connected with delicate gold chains at the top. With the older woman’s assistance, they carefully lifted it over Sarah’s head and lowered it onto her shoulders.
The ‘dress’ settled to just above Sarah’s nipples. It was no wider than twelve inches and dropped to just cover her ass cheeks. Her sides were left entirely bare. Sarah’s shoulders, chest, and back were just as naked, with only the gold chains connecting the front and back as a coverup.
Sarah was thankful for her narrow hips and no breasts now! Her nipples anchored the upper corners of the ‘dress.’ It was precisely cut to Sarah’s measurements. Dare she move? Something is bound to pop out!
The young woman opened the first of three jewelry cases. It contained a chain of large gold links. She placed this around Sarah’s waist as a belt and clipped it tight enough to keep the ‘dress’ from shifting.
The second case contained a bracelet. It was a gold serpent that spiraled around Sarah’s forearm. The head was on the top of her hand and had blue sapphires for eyes. Sarah recognized the color from Julie’s gown. The tail reached her elbow. Scales opulently decorated the length.
The third jewelry case meant the most to Sarah. The young lady held the wide black silk choker collar for Sarah’s inspection. Embroidered in black thread was the word ‘Owned.’ The black-on-black ‘Owned’ could only be read by someone close.
The collar was clipped around Sarah’s neck. Her eyes teared up when the clips in the back were locked with a tiny golden and jeweled padlock.
“Your mistress holds the only key,” Sarah’s masseuse informed her.
When Sarah was led to a full-length mirror, she saw a Bronze Age Greek noblewoman looking back at her. Only, if she recalled correctly, such a noblewoman would have had enough fabric to reach her ankles. Sarah’s almost reached her thighs!
While beautiful, it was obscene. There was no way a decent woman would be seen looking like this. But, she had been ordered. So, she would go out in public looking like a whore! A high-class whore with excellent taste! She worked hard to calm her arousal. Obey, she must. Dress like a whore, AND not orgasm!
“Is there a coverup?” Sarah asked meekly.
“Afraid not,” was her tormentor’s pleased reply.
“Come with me. The rest of the staff wants to see the results,” she requested.
~~~
There seemed to be hundreds of people in the dining room now. Most were in spa scrubs. They clapped as Sarah entered. Sarah only had eyes for one.
Julie stood in the center of the room, magnificent in her forest green translucent gown. Julie’s face lit up with joy when she caught sight of Sarah. She stretched out her arm, encouraging Sarah to join her.
Julie made Sarah turn slowly to inspect her goods like on the day they met.
“You look delicious. David picked your wardrobe well. We are going to have such fun tonight!” Julie beamed and giggled.
Julie went about hugging and kissing various spa staff. She thanked them profusely for her transformation. Like always, Julie’s delighted and honest enjoyment of, well everything, caused an uplift in the spirit of those around her.
Sarah graciously, and wordlessly, thanked each of her attendants with a head nod or a handshake. Her masseuse was the last to approach her.
“My name is Angie. I enjoyed dominating you. The day certainly improved my sex life. Would you consider submitting to me again?” She asked with respect.
Sarah cast her eyes down and placed a finger across her lips. She had been ordered not to speak.
Julie came to Sarah’s rescue.
“If Sarah desires it, we will be in touch. Thanks, Angie.”
~~~
The chauffeur wrapped Julie in her cloak and escorted both women to the waiting vehicle and opened the doors. Sarah had to be extremely careful when entering. She was glad for his arm support as she sat on the side of the seat first. Then with knees tightly together, she swung her feet into the vehicle.
Settled into the back seat, and nerves aflutter, they were off to the Gala ball.
