The Spa: Part 01
The Spa
“The Bennett Spa, a luxury experience. Located in the remote Cascade Mountains the Bennett Spa is a one of a kind luxury experience, whether you are looking for a skin scrub, a luxurious massage, or to just relax in a hot tub, we have you covered. By invitation only, no men permitted on premises” She read, confused.
A heavy pamphlet, complete with a engraved gold trimmed invitation, had arrived in the mail for her that morning. The confusing part was that she had never sought an invitation from, nor for that matter even heard of, the Bennett Spa. Flipping through the other pieces of paper in the envelope Laura found a folded piece of paper, delicate writing said: “This gift was given to you by Tami Gonzales”
“Ah, well that explains it.” Laura thought to herself. Tami was a close friend who had heard that she was going through a rough time and thought a weekend away at a spa was in order. At a little past her mid 30’s Laura had been shocked when her husband of 6 years had left her, throwing her world into chaos. For the past 3 months she had been trying to put her life back in order. By virtue of her bulldog of an attorney she had managed to gut the cheating bastard, getting away with the house, the cars, and a hefty chunk of his monthly income, which when set beside hers allowed her to live very well.
Flipping through the brochure she admired the plush, practically opulent, rooms that they featured, and her mouth practically drooled at the blurb about the master chefs they had on staff. Though in the end it was the section about the swedish masseuse that really sealed the deal. Although her boss was going to be annoyed at the short notice she was going to give him on her now decided vacation, she was a top earner and he would do nothing more than whine about it.
The matter decided she set about packing, her mind filled with fantasies about the upcoming trip. She wondered, for a passing moment, why they made a point to note that men were not permitted on site…
Nearly a week had passed since Laura had received the invitation to the spa, gathering up her things and setting her work in order so that she could take a brief, and well earned, break.
But all thoughts about the difficulty of getting to the remote mountain spa, and her annoyance about the trouble, was pushed from her mind as the building came into view.
The peaks of the surrounding mountains dropped away, revealing an outlandish and unique looking structure nestled in a valley. The spires and curves of the building utterly took her breath away, looking like nothing she had ever seen before. It was already growing dark by the time she had started the approach to the building and the whole thing was illuminated from within, radiating warmth and peace even from a distance.
Laura stepped out of her cab as it pulled to a stop in front of the elegant archway that framed the entry to the building, and was greeted by a mature looking blonde in a business suit.
“Ah, you must be Laura.” The woman said, extending her hand. “My name is Alice Bennett, I am the owner and manager of the Bennett spa.”
“Oh! Nice to meet you!” Laura said, she quickly took the extended hand. “I did not expect to be met by the owner!” she replied, flustered.
“Well it seemed proper for me to greet our only guest.” Alice said. She smiled warmly at Laura’s evident confusion. “This is the slow season for the spa, people prefer to come mainly in the colder months when there is skiing to do, however we run all year long.
“Please, step into my office and we can discuss the terms of your stay.” Alice said as she led the way into the facility.
Laura glanced around the office while Alice shuffled through a stack of paperwork. The office, like the rest of the facility, was lush and well appointed. The room was dominated by an imposing mahogany desk that was topped in polished black marble. A full length floor to ceiling window looked out onto a well tended garden. The walls were covered in framed clippings of newspaper articles, all of which were praised the facility as being top of the line and well reviewed.
“Now then, let’s get started shall we?” Alice asked, “Here is the standard contract we have all guests sign prior to entering the facility.” She handed Laura a thick sheaf of papers covered in incomprehensible legal scribblings.
“Contact?” Laura asked confused “Why do I need to sign a contract to have a weekend at a spa?”
“We are a very exclusive and very private facility, the techniques we apply here are top of the line. The contract specifies that you are not to discuss what happens here after you leave, indemnifies us against any possible injuries, and guarantees your full participation in treatments which we will have scheduled for you. We take your health and wellness very seriously here.” Alice said
“What happens if I refuse to sign the contact?” Laura asked nervously, the thought of being required to participate in procedures made her a little uncomfortable.
“Then you will be asked to leave, and you will return home at once.” Alice said primly.
Laura hesitated a moment before signing the contract, she figured it was not as if they would do anything illegal, so she might as well relax and enjoy herself.
“Very good, you will also be happy to know that there a no men anywhere on the facility, this resort is completely women’s only, so you can be very relaxed. We only hire the very best of the best here. Now, you must be sweaty and tired from your trip here, let’s get you into a room so we can start the intake procedure.” Alice said.
“Intake procedure…?” Laura said as she was hustled out of the room.
Laura huffed in annoyance as she was hustled through the hallways by a gaggle of staff members. She had been ready, eager even, to start her weekend at the spa before being informed that she could not enter the facility as she was. She had been informed that there was a strict dress code, the most shocking aspect of which was complete nudity. Laura had been shocked when she was informed that everyone inside the facility, staff and guests alike, were completely nude at all times. She had been informed that being nude freed the soul, or some such garbage, and fostered a more relaxed environment. Laura was not completely sure about that last part, she was quite sure that being nude in front of strangers, something that had never happened in her long life, (hell she had hardly wanted to be nude in front of her husband!) was going to cause more anxiety than it prevented. Though she supposed that was probably why the staff were nude to, after all it would be more weird if she were the only one without clothing…
The group of women reached their destination, hustling Laura inside a room. She was given a brief moment to examine her surroundings while the staff who had escorted her to the room gathered supplies. The large room was dominated by an expansive table at its center. Vaulted ceilings gathered the shadows that leaked in from the outside, with complete darkness only held at bay by a smattering of candles around the room.
The effect was a soothing one, Laura decided, as the shadows danced around her. Her musings were cut short as the flock of women descended on her again. Deft hands, belonging to a rather buxom young redhead, undid the buttons on her blouse, skillfully removing the expensive silk garment in moments. The equally skilled hands off breathtaking pair of brunettes worked together to free her of her pants. In scant seconds Laura stood before the trio of women in nothing more than the matching, and truth be told expensive, set of black lace underwear, before that too was stripped from her by the staff.
In the momentary calmness that followed her impromptu striptease, as the staff gathered her clothing together and packaged it to be ready for when she left, Laura had a chance to examine her body in a nearby mirror. Although she was on the downhill side of 30 her body still held much of her youthful beauty. A strict training regime had kept her body tight and toned, allowing her to fight off the plump softness that so many women succumbed to in middle age. A pair of large full breasts sat proudly on her chest, unbowed by the rigors of motherhood that she had yet to experience. A flat stomach gave way to an embarrassing amount of pubic hair that she had long neglected to care for, after all at the moment there was no one who would care…
The women poked and prodded her, examining every inch of her body carefully, as if they were forming a mental inventory.
“You have very nice breasts.” The blonde said, she caressed Laura’s breasts tenderly, running her hands under and around them as if she were measuring their heft and weight. “You have not had any children.” She said, more of a statement than a question.
“And a firm ass, you must take very good care of you body, you work out yes?” One of the other women asked.
Laura was uncomfortably aware of how close the women were, hands caressing every inch of her body, she started to become aroused by the stimulation as her breasts, ass, and thighs were caressed lovingly by the staff.
“And you feet! Exquisite! Although you could use a pedicure to be sure.” Another of the women chimed in.
The moment ended and Laura was hustled to the table that dominated the center of the room. A shallow lip ran the length of the table, turning it into a large bowl with a drain at one end. A variety of hoses were attached to shiny steel fixtures at the head of the table.
Laura climbed obediently onto the table at the staff’s urging, confused about what they were going to do to her now. As she stretched out on the table, shivering slightly as the cold surface pressed against her bare flesh, the women emerged with padded cuffs attached to long straps. Within seconds a strap had been secured to her wrists and ankles and the straps were fed into toothed attachments on the tables surface. Each attachment appeared to be some sort of winch system, and with mechanical strength her limbs were ratcheted into position, leaving her arms and legs splayed wide open.
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” Laura asked as she at last found her voice to protest.
“Don’t worry ma’am, this is the normal procedure. The straps are to keep you still while we prepare your body to enter the spa. Rest assured that you will not be harmed while you are in our care.” The buxom blonde said.
Laura watched with wide eyes as each of the staff members stripped out of the white cotton robes that they had been wearing up to this point, her eyes lingering on the rounded breasts of the buxom blonde before she shifted her gaze embarrassed. Each woman had a grace and perfection of form that left Laura amazed, and… aroused.
The young women set to work at once. One of the long hoses was brought forth and a wash of delightfully warm water emerged from it. With careful attention to detail the woman wet every inch of Laura’s body, paying careful attention to working the water into her scalp and between her legs.
Laura moaned as the jet of warm water splashed onto her exposed pussy, shocked into letting out a cry of pleasure, shocked into impropriety by surprise. She felt her face go red with embarrassment, but none of the staff made any indication that she had done anything inappropriate.
One of the brunettes activated a machine over in the corner of the room, and returned with a bowl filled with hot shaving cream. With gentle hands she worked the white lather along Laura’s legs, arms, stomach, and finally into her cunt, until at last almost every part of her below her neck was covered in the warm white cream. The women worked in unison, skillfully applying deadly sharp razors to carefully scrape away every last hair. Laura realized now why she was strapped down, as even a slight accidental movement could result in harm.
The women took extra care with her pussy, stripping her cunt of the overgrowth of hair that had claimed her pubic mound and rendering it as smooth and clean as an infant’s. Although Laura typically preferred to keep at least a landing strip, she admired the skill that the women used on her.
Their first task complete, the women split up, the buxom blonde moving out of sight behind Laura’s head, while the two brunettes started to work on her feet. Highly ticklish by nature Laura was at first concerned by the stranger’s touch, but they showed as much skill in this task as they had in the others. Another moan escaped Laura’s mouth as strong fingers massaged her feet. Try as she might to silence herself a strange pleasure radiated up her body as the two bare breasted women kneaded the souls of her feet. As the massaged and caressed her feet small files appeared in their hands from a shelf beneath the table. The two naked women filed and cleaned her nails, until each was uniform and flawless. Their touch sent shivers up her spine and she bit her lip, managing to hold back a moan this time.
She was not so lucky the next time when the blonde started her task. A throaty groan of pleasure was coaxed from Laura as powerful fingers massaged a flowery scented shampoo into her scalp. Her eyes closed and she relaxed muscles she hadn’t known were tight as the trio worked on her body. She sagged against the bonds that held her, surrendering utterly into the women’s care.
She could feel her body reacting to their touch, it had been so long since anyone had touched her most intimate places, or touched her at all, that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. She groaned again, a sound of primal pleasure as they worked on her body.
Her pedicure complete the pair at her feet produced delicately shaped pumice stones and set to scrubbing her skin. The harsh touch of the abrasive stones cleansed her body of its casing of dead skin, leaving her body fresh and exposed in a way that she had never felt before. A shudder of pleasure was coaxed from her as they worked over every inch of her. She lay still, utterly at their mercy as they scrubbed her body.
The blonde finished her work, washing away the shampoo with a burst of warm water, kneading Laura’s scalp to ensure that her hair was completely clean. Laura felt one of the blondes voluptuous breasts press against the side of her head as she leaned in closely to wash the far side of her hair. Instead of being disturbed, or repulsed, as she thought she should be, instead another shudder of desire rolled through her body.
“It’s ok to enjoy it.” The blonde whispered in her ear “That is part of the point after all.” she finished with a girlish giggle.
“Alright, it is now time for the last procedure.” One of the women announced “Please hold still and try to relax, otherwise this might be uncomfortable” she informed Laura.
“What are you going to do to me?” Laura asked nervously.
“We are going to give you an enema to clean out your insides.” The woman said.
“An enema!?” Laura exclaimed.
“Yes, trust us, if you relax you will enjoy it immensely, some guests actually return and ask for this procedure explicitly.” She said.
Laura tested the bonds, and finding them no less secure than before, concluded that at this point she did not really have much of a choice, so she might as well do her best to relax.
One of the women emerged with an enormous looking device that resembled nothing so much as an oversized syringe with a rubber tip replacing the needle.
Laura did her best to relax as the women lubed up the tip of the syringe before carefully inserting it into her ass. She cried out, not in pain but in surprised pleasure, as a jet of warm fluid was injected into her ass. Instead of being a single pulse of pleasure, like being fingered or fucked, the syringe was carefully and continuously emptied into her, causing a continuous wave of pleasure. She tried hard to fight it but an earth shattering orgasm rocked through her, causing her body to involuntarily flex against her restraints, which held her firmly in place.
“I guess she liked that.” One of the women commented.
The syringe was removed, allowing the built up fluid to escape in a rush. As she flexed, pressing the fluid out of her, another syringe was inserted repeating the procedure.
Each time the jet of water was forced into her ass Laura would shudder and shake as the pleasure induced by the warm, cleansing, water surged through her. The procedure was repeated so many times that Laura lost count, a haze of pleasure washing through her as she came, over and over. She had never realized that she was capable of cumming from ass play, or she might have allowed her husband to fuck her up the ass years ago.
At last the women announced that the procedure was complete. Carefully Laura was released from her restraints and allowed to massage muscles made tight by countless orgams while streatched by her restriants. She was offered a clean white town, and allowed to dry herself off before the blonde offered to escort her to her room so she could rest.
Despite herself, Laura felt relaxed and, clean, in a way that she had never felt before. She had been cleaned inside and out. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having cum from treatments performed by a woman, but they had assured her that it was normal during the intake procedure.
Her clothes, including the ones she had packed, had been taken from her and locked in a locker to await her departure, something which she still considered odd, but she was coming to accept that nudity was just the order of the day here at the spa.
Laura was escorted by the buxom blonde, admiring her ass all the way to the room she had been assigned, so much so in fact that she embarrassingly had failed to keep track of how to get here.. The subtle sway of the woman’s hips, and the firm flesh of her ass had hypnotized her in a way she had not thought possible before today.
“Here you go Ma’am” The woman said gesturing at the door in front of them. “If you have any questions, or need anything, there is a phone in the room that can contact the front desk.” She finished.
“Thank you.” Laura said, she was trying not to blush as she was pretty sure that the woman had noticed her checking out her ass.
“Have a good night.” The blonde said. Laura averted her eyes as the other woman walked down the hall, the same sultry sway of her hips threatening to capture Laura’s gaze again.
Laura entered the room, finding to her dismay that there was no lock on the door. Though she figured that she had no personal belongings with her so there was really nothing to steal. She glanced around the room and found it rather spartan, but lush at the same time. There was a well appointed bathroom, including a sink with the typical soaps and shampoos. The main room was dominated by an oversized super king bed. None of the other typical hotel room accoutrements were present, there was no tv, no writing desk, no place to sit even, beyond the bed. She supposed that this was to encourage guests to avail themselves to the facility, rather than staying holed up in their rooms.
Laura struggled to take all of this in, but the wear of the trip was weighing heavily on her and she struggled to keep her head up. She sank into the bed, throwing the thick comforter over her naked body.
Her last thoughts as she faded into sleep was of the subtle sway of the blondes hips…
To be continued…