The Spa: Part 02
The Spa: First Day
Laura stretched languidly as the sunlight streamed through the large windows of her room. It had been weird sleeping naked in a strange bed at first, but the silk sheets had felt orgasmic on her bare skin. So much so in fact that she decided she might have to pick up the habit for when she returned home.
Shrugging off her stupor she climbed out of bed, eager to start her first day at the spa. An early riser by nature Laura wandered out of her room, intent on exploring the facility before breakfast. She was surprised to be greeted by the buxom blonde who had helped with her intake the night before.
“Ah, Laura, good morning!” she said “I wanted to invite you to join myself and some of the staff members for some yoga. It is a great way to get the blood moving first thing in the morning.”
“That sounds like a perfect way to start the day!” Laura replied
The two women headed through the facility, Laura fighting valiantly not to stare at the other womans perfectly heart shaped ass as she followed her into a sun lit patio. Several other staff members had gathered for what appeared to be something of a ritual.
Laura took her place among the other women, each standing about an arm’s length away from each other. A woman Laura had never seen before, a redhead so voluptuous that she looked like she would be more at home in an adult magazine than leading a yoga group, stood at the front of the small gathering.
The redhead started the group, leading the gathered women into the table top position. It was here that Laura started to see a flaw in doing yoga naked. The ideal table top position positioned her so that she had an unimpeded view between the legs of the nearest woman. Although her first instinct was to look away, Laura found that she could not bring herself to do so. The full, perfectly smooth lips of the woman’s vagina drew her in, and she felt herself start to become aroused.
As the group shifted into another pose, this time downward facing dog, Laura again found her eyes riveted to the woman behind her. Most embarrassingly she was caught admiring the woman’s sumptuous curves when they shifted positions, and instead of being annoyed or embarrassed, the other woman had winked at her. This of course had caused Laura to blush deeply, something which was all the more evident given that her entire body was utterly exposed.
“You look like you need some help.” A voice said.
Laura was startled, she had been wrapped up in watching, and avoiding watching, the woman behind her that she had not noticed the redhead come up next to her.
“Oh.. I…” Laura stammered, she blushed deeply for a second time.
“No need to be embarrassed.” The woman said “Everyone has to start somewhere, my name is Cindy, I would be happy to help lead you through some of the poses, that is after all what they pay me for.” She laughed. “Alright everyone, I want you to shift into ‘twisting triangle'” Cindy said.
Laura was glad to have the focus taken off of her as the group shifted into position. This pose was unfortunately one which Laura had often struggled with, her torso just never seemed to want to twist all the way. She was just contemplating this as she felt warm hands press gently on her shoulders, helping her move into position. She was so startled that she jerked up, putting her face first between the redhead’s legs.
“Oh my.” Cindy said “You should at least buy me breakfast before you eat me out!” she finished with a laugh.
This time Laura felt her entire body flushed scarlet as every woman in the group looked at them.
“Alright, everyone, let’s shift into ‘extended triangle’ now” Cindy announced, setting the group back on task.
Laura felt a wave of relief as she was saved once again from being the center of attention. She shifted into the position, feeling her back stretch. Warm hands slipped up her waist, firmly cupping her breasts and pushing against her chest to push her fully into position.
“See… like this…” Cindy whispered in her ear.
“What are you…?” Laura started to ask.
At that moment soft, firm lips pressed against hers, silencing her question before it could be completed. Laura opened her mouth in an automatic response to being kissed and the other womans tongue slipped in between her lips. The hands on her breasts squeezed emphatically, signaling the other womans desire. Laura could feel her breasts pressing against her back as the other woman embraced her, on the flimsy pretense of helping her into position.
“Alright everyone, let’s try the separate leg stretch now.” Cindy commanded the group, as though nothing had happened, and indeed none of the nearby women acted as if anything unusual had happened.
Laura positioned herself, bending at the waist until her head almost touched her knees, although her own ample bust prevented her from completely assuming the position. The same warm hands carassed her buttoks, stroking them sesually. Laura froze, unsure of what to do. On the one hand she wanted to tell the woman off, but on the other her touch was so soft, so gentle, that she easily coaxed Laura’s desire out of her. As she stood frozen in hesitation she felt a warm wetness penetrate her cunt. She moaned as Cindy’s tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy, tasting the desire that was already there.
“You taste good….” Cindy moaned in Laura’s ear. “Everyone, I think we should help Laura get the most out of her yoga experience…” Cindy said to the group.
As if they had been waiting for that cue the group surrounded Laura. One of them held her feet down on the ground, helping her stand as another woman pressed on her back to help her bend more fully, her breasts pressing against the tops of her legs. At this moment Cindy’s tongue returned to her pussy, licking and probing into her aroused vagina without a moment of hesitation.
Laura moaned as the intruding tongue penetrated deep inside of her. The caress of the other women’s hands on her body quickly brought her to orgasm.
“Alright, we are going to shift into the Halasana pose.” Cindy informed the group.
As a unit the women helped Laura onto her back, bending her legs back over her head so that her pussy was pointing straight at the sky, her knees nearly pressing into her breasts. This time one of the other women took Cindy’s place behind her. Laura felt first one finger, and then two, force their way between the lips of her vagina, pressing deeply inside of her. She moaned and her body shuddered at the erotic intrusion. She fought to silence herself, but being the center of the group of women was incredibly arousing. Hands caressed her body, one pair massaging each breast, while another pair rubbed and caressed her thighs. The fingers continued to press in and out of her, finding her g-spot with uncanny precision. Laura cried out as another orgasm rocked her body, the woman’s skillful touch bringing her quickly to orgasm. But they did not stop when she came, they continued to caress her, to tease her body in ways that she had never felt before.
Prior to her trip here Laura had never been with more than a single partner at a time, having so many pairs of hands on her, caressing and coaxing her body, was more than she could take. Any efforts she might have made to control the volume of her moans was quickly abandoned, the skillful touch of the other woman bringing orgasm after orgasm upon her.
At last they eased off of her, the woman who had been fingering her taking one last opportunity to press her tongue deep inside of Laura’s pussy to taste her cum, before allowing her to lay limply and recover.
“There now, don’t you feel more relaxed?” Cindy said as she gazed down at Laura with a self satisfied smile on her face.
“That was… Amazing!” Laura said, her breathing was still heavy and rough as she struggled to get her body back under control.
“Alright Ladies, I think that will conclude our group for the day. Breakfast will be served in one hour.” Cindy said.
The women gathered up their mats and belongings before dispersing, leaving Laura laying on the ground alone.
“This sure is one hell of a spa…” Laura thought to herself…
Laura whistled a nameless tune as she strolled through the covered walkways that lined the garden and patio area. She wanted to relax enjoy herself while she worked off the breakfast she had just finished.
“That brochure sure did not like about the cooking here… that meal was amazing!” Laura thought to herself.
She came to a stop in front of a reader board that simply read “Foot Treatments 9:00 am to 3:00 pm” Laura pushed her way through the double glass doors immediately beside the sign. The room was exactly what she pictured a pedicure salon would look like at a high end resort. A line of plush, cushioned chairs stood arranged along one wall, a work station positioned on a lower level to provide the staff access to the client’s feet without having to strain themselves.
“Hello?” Laura called into the seemingly empty salon. She had thought the sign had said today, but there did not appear to be anyone around.
“Coming!” A voice called out from somewhere out of sight. A harried looking woman in her mid 30’s, frizzy brown hair cut just below her jaw rushed through a door at one end of the room. “Sorry I was in the back doing inventory and didn’t hear you come in! The door is supposed to chime…” She said shooting a glare in the direction of the offending door. “Would you like a foot treatment?” She asked.
“That’s why I am here.” Laura said with only a dash of sarcasm in her voice.
“Well you have your pick of the stations” The woman said “So take a seat anywhere!”
Laura moved to the closest chair. Up close she noticed that a ridge ran down the center of each chair, cutting the chair nearly in half. Although plushly cushioned on the top part of the chair, the lower half was some sort of molded material colored a mat black. The ridge clearly was intended to separate her legs slightly and there were corresponding indentations for her thighs and buttoks. She sat carefully in the chair, the lower section giving slightly to contour to her body before firming.
“So what do you do?” The woman asked. She took her feet and placed them on a raised section of the work station, each foot having a small indentation that it fit into.
“Uh… what? I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.” Laura said. She was embarrassed that she had not been paying attention to the woman’s chatter. She still could not figure out what the purpose of the molding on her chair.
“I said, what do you do? You know, for a living?” The woman asked again
“Oh, I am an accountant.” Laura said.
“Oh numbers huh? I was always horrible at math.” The woman confided to her “Would you like the works?” She asked
“Yea sure” Laura said distractedly.
The woman pushed an indentation to one side of her work station and a piece of it raised, revealing a sophisticated series of switches and controls which had been concealed. She flipped one of the switches and the chair hummed to life. Rollers started to knead and massage Laura’s back, pressing into her with mechanical strength that somehow isolated her muscles and worked at the stress. The woman pushed another switch and the back and bottom of the chair started to warm comfortably. Lastly she turned a small dial, causing Laura to gasp as the ridge between her legs started to vibrate softly instantly coaxing her body into arousal as the molded material was pressed up between her legs in the perfect position to stimulate her clit.
The woman reached into the cupboard below the work station, taking out a pumice stone and starting to knead and massage Laura’s feet. She chattered away happily at Laura, who could not keep track of a word the woman was saying. Between the rollers on her back, the gentle touch on her feet, and the subtle vibrations between her legs she was simply too distracted. The woman seemed to be aware of this, but continued to chatter at her none the less.
Laura’s body reacted to the vibrations and the woman’s touch on her feet, and she moaned softly.
Taking the stone the woman scrubbed at Laura’s feet, stripping off the calluses and dead skin that the intake people had missed. She kneaded and massaged Laura’s feet eliciting another groan of satisfaction at the skillful touch.
“Alright, I have removed you calluses and the top layer of skin. Now it is time to coat them in honey, wrap them in seaweed. Then we will soak them in a bath of lavender and rose petals.” The woman informed Laura, who made a noncommittal sound in return.
Her client informed of what was going to occur the woman set to work. A large jar of golden honey was liberated from the space below the work station, while a thickly bristled brush was taken from beside it. She unfastened the cap, which resisted her efforts mightily before giving way with a pop. She dipped the brush deeply into the jar of honey and proceeded to paint in generously onto Laura’s feet.
Laura yelped and giggled at the touch of the brush on the soles of her feet, without her calluses to protect her feet her natural ticklishness was asserting itself.
“Just hang on, almost done with the bottoms of your feet” The woman said, it was clear that she was used to this reaction from her clients.
She finished with the soles of Laura’s feet, continuing on with the procedure and painting the thick honey over the tops and ankles before setting the jar aside. Long ropes of seaweed emerged and were bound tightly, mummifying Laura’s feet completely.
“Alright, now we have to let the honey do its work. I am going to go back and keep working on inventory while we let the honey soak into your skin. I will be back in a few minutes to start the soak.” She said.
As she left she cranked the dial up, powering up the vibrations in the chair. Laura writhed and squirmed as the powerful vibrations pulsed into her most sensitive spot. Her efforts at silence were quickly abandoned as her first orgasm was coaxed out of her.
Laura pressed her hips down firmly, grinding against the ridge between her legs to direct the vibrations more effectively. Reaching down she spread the lips of her vagina, allowing her clit to directly press against the ridge.
“Oh god!” Laura moaned loudly. She had a vibrator at home of course, but something about the massage rollers kneading her back, the heat, and the omnidirectional vibrations was more than she had experienced from old blue at home.
She shuddered as another orgasm rocked through her, the chair doing its work with masterful skill. Her eyes closed as she soaked in the pleasure she failed to hear the woman return to unwrap her feet.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” The woman asked smugly
Laura’s eyes shot open and she turned beat red, she had no idea how long the woman had been sitting there, and despite it already happening a number of times, the thought of this stranger watching her cum was embarrassing. She struggled to suppress the orgasm that was growing by the second, but she was fighting a losing battle. Even as the woman watched her she lost her grip, her head rolling back and her hips grinding subliminally as an earth shattering orgasm rocked through her.
“Sometimes I sit in the chairs when it’s a slow day, really hits the spot.” The woman continued as if nothing had happened.
She started to unwrap Laura’s feet, not bothering to turn down the vibrations, which caused Laura to squirm and twist in a vain attempt to avoid or lessen the vibrations assault on her cunt. Her feet free of the sea weed the woman used a squeegee like tool to remove the majority of the thick honey, before lifting a basin onto the workstation, which she filled with a flowery smelling concoction.
Laura watched the woman’s work through heavily lidded eyes, fighting against the inevitable orgasm, determined to resist for as long as she could, to deny the woman her smug satisfaction of seeing her cum.
The woman placed her feet in the basin, working to free them of the dregs of honey that still clung to them. She sprinkled a smattering of fresh rose petals before standing back up again.
“Alright, I will be back after you have had some time to soak.” The woman said as she walked back towards the back of the salon.
Alone again at last Laura relaxed, moaning loudly as the suppressed orgasm exploded from her. She sagged against the chair, the rollers digging deeply into her back.
Laura lost track of time, instead counting the orgasms until the woman returned again, 4 orgasms later.
“Alright we are all done!” The woman said. She turned down vibrations, switched off the rollers and the heat. Lifting Laura’s pristine feet out of the basin she scrubbed them vigorously with a towel before ushering her out the doors. “Have a great day!” The woman called as she walked down the sunny path.
“Well… that was the most interesting foot treatment I have ever had…” Laura thought to herself. “Is there anything normal about this place?” she wondered.
“Miss Laura?” A timid voice asked from behind her.
“Yes?” Laura asked looking up, she had been basking in the late afternoon sun, letting her lunch settle as she waited for whatever was next.
“It is time for your next procedure.” The woman said.
Laura looked the girl over, she could hardly be past her teens, short brown hair falling just past her jaw line. The woman, like so many of the other staff here, was trim and fit, small but well formed breasts hovering above a flat stomach. What set her apart, besides a sort of nervous energy, was her startlingly exquisite blue eyes. Laura concluded from her nervousness that the woman must be new to the spa, not having had time to become accustomed to all aspects of life here. She still made subtle and subconscious gestures to cover the smooth lips of her vagina with one hand, before jerking it away as if she had been burned each time she realized what she was doing.
“Alright, lead the way.” Laura said, gesturing to indicate that she would follow the young woman.
She was led through the facility before entering a room at one end of the building. Built much like the intake room had been, soft soothing light lit the expansive and well appointed room. The room was dominated by a padded table in the center, complete with restraints much like the other had been.
Anticipating what was expected of her Laura climbed onto the table and allowed the woman to fasten the restraints into place.
“We will need to insert this in order to protect your teeth and jaw.” The woman said, gesturing to a red rubber ball gag.
Laura raised an eyebrow in concern and enquiry, but acquiesced to the woman’s request, parting her jaws to accept the rubber ball. Her heart started to race as the gag was tightly secured behind her head, she wondered what it was that they were planning on doing to her this time.
“This procedure is designed to enlarge your clit and your nipples, which will enhance your enjoyment of the various experiences you will have while you are staying with us.” The woman informed her.
Laura was vaguely concerned, she had no idea what the woman was talking about, though at this point she did not have much of a choice, given that she was strapped to the table securely. She could not even protest given that the gag was tightly secured between her jaws.
The woman rummaged in a closet somewhere behind Laura’s head, causing Laura to twist and turn in a vain effort to see what she was doing. She returned at last with an odd looking machine. A central device appeared to be a cylinder, with a obvious on off switch and a cord leading out of sight. Connected to the cylinder was three long and twisting tubes, which terminated with small plastic cylinders vaguely similar in design to a test tube.
The woman flipped the switch to the on position and the machine whirred to life, emitting a noise not unlike that of a vacuum cleaner. Powerful sucking noises emerged from each of the tubes.
Laura’s eyebrows raised in concern as the woman approached her with the tubes. The first tube was attached to her right nipple, which was pulled and distorted by the powerful suction, another tube was connected to her left nipple with similar results. The last one was placed between her legs over her clit.
Laura’s back arched in pain as three of her most sensitive spots were twisted and elongated by the powerful machine. Her jaw snapped together, biting deeply into the rubber ball between her teeth. She writhed and squirmed as the suction warped her body. Within moments her nipples were swollen and enlarged, each passing second causing them to fill more of the cylinders. The pain that came from between her legs told her that a similar process was occurring there as well.
A low moan of distress emanated from between Laura’s gagged jaws, though it was utterly drowned out by the machine that was torturing her body.
Time seemed to blur as the machine continued it work, enlarging and enhancing her nipples and her clit to levels she would never have thought possible before. At last the woman switched off the machine, causing the tubes attached to her nipples to pop off with an audible noise as the suction was released.
Laura sagged in her bonds, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She breathed heavily, trying to recover from the procedure. She glanced at her nipples and saw that they were swollen and extended. Although they hurt she could tell that their sensitivity had been enhanced by the procedure.
Laura glared at the woman as she collected the equipment.
“Sorry… I would have warned you, but honestly you probably would not have agreed to come if I had. I promise it was worth it, it hurts now but your nipples and your clit are much more sensitive than they were before. You will enjoy some of the other procedures you will experience here far more than you would have otherwise had you not undergone this procedure.” she said nervously.
Laura reflected on the woman’s words as she hesitantly undid the bonds that held Laura rigidly in place. If she was telling the truth, and her nipples (which were already extremely sensitive) were more sensitive than before that could be very enjoyable, and the pain of the procedure would be well worth it.
However Laura was shocked to find that she was aroused. Not all of the sweat and strain had been from pain. Somewhere in the procedure Laura had cum at least once, the pain mixing smoothly with pleasure until the two had been inseparable. Laura had never considered herself a masochist but maybe she needed to re-evaluate her position on thing. Something which was occurring more and more the longer she stayed at this resort.
She decided that she probably should not be mad at the woman, who after all had only been doing her job… Besides, she reflected, the girl had been right, she never would have come had she known what was in store…
Laura relaxed in her bed, exhausted by the first day at the spa. Her horizons had been expanded enormously, and in ways that she never would have expected before.
Subconsciously her hand drifted between the sheets, seeking out the spot between her legs. The woman had not lied, as the pain of the procedure had faded the enhanced sensitivity that it had brought had stayed.
She slipped her fingers between the lips of her vagina, teasing and playing with her enhanced clit. She moaned loudly, alone at last in the privacy of her own room. She closed her eyes, thinking of the buxom blonde that had so caught her eye
She slipped two fingers into her cunt, thrusting them in and out with rough and savage care, her back arching at the stimulation as she played with herself.
In her mind she imagined that she was not alone, picturing the blonde being in bed with her. However, instead of her being bound, as had been the case every time so far, Laura pictured the blonde trussed up, her arms and legs spread eagle on her bed. In her fantasy she climbed atop the woman’s face, placing her thighs on either side of her head and planting her cunt directly over the other womans face. The blonde obediently started to eat her aching cunt, devouring her pussy with blind devotion. Laura writhed and ground her hips into the woman’s face, smearing it with her cum as she climaxed atop the other woman.
Laura’s climax in reality occurred in sync with her fantasy, her hips bucking wilding as she came. She panted, alone again as she was dragged back to reality.
As she started to fade into sleep she pondered whether or not she could ask for the blonde to be brought to her room when ordering room service…