Good Girl Ch. 04: Spa Day

I collapsed into my new bedspread wearing a new satin chemise. The fitted sheets were crisp and soft. I held one of the large teddy bears from the nightstand and closed my eyes. I thought about which load I took that earned this present. I could not have guessed. That night was a whirlwind and I did not even get a look at most of the dozen faces. I remembered the cocks though, and I remembered David and our special week together.

I rose at dawn and picked up the clothes strewn around the room from my dress-up session last night. I was eating breakfast when my phone vibrated:

"(Mommy) I scheduled a spa day for us today at 1pm. Pick a pretty dress, but no panties today. I will be there at 12:30 to pick you up."

"(Mommy) One more thing, you will be plugged. You may wear lip gloss if you like but don't bother putting on make-up."

I had an hour and a half until the appointment. I took a quick shower, cleaned my self deeply, and washed my hair.

After my shower, I picked out a stainless steel plug with a lavender colored jewel, lubed it up, and did as Mommy instructed. I found a cute, powder blue slip dress with a hem that fell to mid-thigh. I liked the way it bared my shoulders and chest.

I put on a pair of heels and quickly realized I wasn't ready for those yet. I opted for a pair of white strappy sandals instead.

It was half past twelve when she pulled into the driveway. I walked out the front door dressed for the first time. I felt a rush of emotion.

The satin slip caressed my thighs as I walked. I savored the sensation with each gliding step. Mommy watched with a smile as I walked around the front of her car.

When I reached the passenger door. I heard a loud noise nearby. I looked up, startled by the sound. Across the street, a lawnmower engine roared from the neighbor's backyard. I searched for the sound hoping to catch a glimpse of my mystery voyeur, but no luck. Whoever made the sound was beyond my view.

I heard the door unlock and then gave up on investigating the neighbor.

I sat myself in the passenger seat and straightened my dress for Mommy's approval.

"You picked out a nice one, sweetie. It looks great on you! How do you feel?" she asked.

"It feels unreal. I love all my new clothes. Thank you, Mommy", I responded.

She was pleased.

"I have a special day planned for you. I've taken care of everything," she said as she pulled out of the driveway.

I looked over to the neighbor's house again hoping to catch a glimpse of the neighbor.

Mommy asked, "I see the Turner's house sold. Have you met the new owners?"

"Not personally, no.", I replied.
I looked down at the faded, chipped paint on my toenails.

"I think they've seen a lot of me though", I added.

"Oh? Interesting," she said with amusement. "You should extend a welcome. Maybe you could deliver a housewarming gift".

Thinking back to the show I put on for my new neighbor, the thought of walking up to their front door was a little unnerving.

We pulled up to a familiar spa across town. It was my mother's favorite day spa when she lived in town. My chest tightened and my mouth was dry.

"Come, princess. We need to check-in," she said.

I followed her in the front door. I felt timid and afraid.
Would I be recognized?
Would I know anyone?

Mommy gestured for me to sit in a lobby chair as she approached the receptionist. I heard her tell the young woman, "We are here for a 10 o'clock appointment for Anne and Jasmine."

Jasmine? Was our appointment with Anne and Jasmine? Am I Jasmine?

The receptionist picked up a phone and said, "Your one o'clock is ready".
From a door next to the receptionist stepped a tall, young man in his late twenties I estimated. He was handsome and looked like a fitness instructor.

His spa uniform was a royal purple polo and slim fitted chinos. Mommy took my hand, lead me to him, and said, "Try to relax, princess. This will be fun."

Then she turned to the handsome man and said, "Take good care of my girl, Evan." "Yes, ma'am," he replied.

Evan looked at me and said, "please, follow me." His height was intimidating, but he was reassuringly friendly. He took me down a hall into a dimly lit room.

There was a massage table in the center. Soft, calming chimes could be heard from the speakers in the ceiling.

"Do you go by Princess? I heard Miss Anne call you that," he asked.

"Princess is fine," I smiled in reply. I enjoyed that he thought my name is Princess.

Once in the room, he explained, "When I step out, please disrobe and lay facedown on the table. Remove whatever articles of clothing you are comfortable removing. Do you mind the music?"

"It's nice, thank you," I said softly. He disappeared through a door on the other side of the room. I removed my sandals, slipped out of my dress and hung it on a hook I found on the back of door.

I was wearing only my cage and plug. I considered taking out the jeweled plug but then I reasoned that I shouldn't as Mommy gave me clear instructions to wear it.

I climbed onto the table and set my face down into the cushioned head rest. Soon after there was a knock on the door from which Evan left.

He cracked the door opened and asked, "may I come in?"

"Yes, sir," I answered.

I felt the door open and a gentle gust of air washed across my back. "Oh. Did you want a sheet?" he asked nervously.

"I'm sorry. This is my first time at a spa. Am I supposed to be under the sheet?" I responded with embarrassment.

"No, it's fine. People have different preferences. What matters is that you are comfortable" he explained.

His reply felt rushed and I wasn't certain that I didn't break decorum. At this point, he would have had an eye-full so I tried to put the incident out of my mind and relax.

The lights dimmed down further. He approached the bed and placed his hands on my shoulders. His hands were warm with massage oil. I relaxed as he began to work. His touch was perfect. Before long, I was so relaxed that I drifted in and out of sleep.

He worked his way down my back and then I felt his hand move to my butt. His hands felt massive in comparison.

The rhythmic motion was making my legs spread a little at a time. Before long, I was spread wide on the message table and my I could feel my toes were at the edges.

His fingers made contact with the jewel of my plug. I felt the sensation through my body and it caused my legs to jerk.

"I'm sorry," he quickly said.

"Please don't be. It feels so good," I replied.

He continued kneading my backside while making routine contact with the jewel.

I knew then that Mommy picked him specifically for me. I loved her for that. He finished moving down the back of my legs and instructed me to roll over while he reapplied oil

When he turned around, I was face up with my tiny pink clitty cage proudly displayed. As he worked on my chest, my nipples became very hard.

They were elongated from the toys Mommy provided me and they were very sensitive from the attention they received. He gave them the same treatment that he gave my jeweled plug.

I would have been content if he had spent our remaining time playing with them.

I drifted into a peaceful sleep as he finished on the front of my legs and feet. I was awaked by his soft voice in my ear, "We're all done, Princess. Want some help up?"

My eyes opened and he gently helped me rise to my feet. His large hand easily wrapped completely around my upper arm. As I got my legs under me, I notice the outline in his tight fitting pants.

He was unmistakably erect. I smiled, looked up at his face and caressed the bulge in his pants. I teased the outline of his cock and traced it to where the head was straining to break out of the cotton chinos.

It was above his right pocket and I imagined how it might look in my hand. I wanted badly to give him the head of his life, but this was not the time nor place.

So I said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Evan. Your hands are incredible...and I bet your cock is too". His expression was priceless.

He quickly grabbed a terry cloth robe from the shelf and help me into it. I wondered if my forwardness had scared him.

Leading me down the hall to another room, he hid his huge bulge with the linens from the bed.

I entered the next room and an attractive woman sitting at the foot of a recliner asked, "Are you Jasmine?"

Evan asked puzzlingly from the door, "Jasmine?"

I turned to him, smiled, and softly said, "You can call me Princess, though". The woman paid no mind to the exchange.

I realized Mommy signed me in under the name Jasmine. This must be part of my special day.

Mommy had pulled out all stops. I received a manicure and pedicure.

An aesthetician shaped my eyebrows. A hairstylist washed, moisturized and styled my dirty blonde hair.

The stylist informed me that Miss Anne gave her instructions not to shorten it, but she was going to give it some color, layer it just a little and blow it out with a hairdryer.

The color process took a long time, but there were magazines for me to read. When she was done, she spun the chair around and allowed me to see her work.

In the mirror, I could see Mommy enter the room behind me.

She gasped, "Oh, that's lovely, Princess".

My hair was much lighter now with subtle pink streaks in the layers. My shaped eyebrows and the way my new hairstyle framed my face softened my already feminine features. In the mirror I saw no remaining evidence of my previous life.

I looked like me, but yet remarkably different. I was elated with the results.

"Thank you, Mommy," I mouthed to her. She smiled and nodded.

I was escorted to another room and received a hydrafacial treatment. After the treatment, the aesthetician returned with Mommy. I was seated in chair surrounded with bright white lights.

They were discussing something on the other side of the room. They seemed to come to an agreement and then turned their attention to me.

The aesthetician explained that she was going to apply some make-up for me and teach me some helpful techniques for my facial contours. I was the best student I could be. I took it all in and had a lot of questions. The aesthetician explained that for my skin type, less is always better. She explained the different shades and when they are appropriate. She explained how to wash my face at night and how to keep my skin healthy.

When she was done with the lessons. Mommy checked the time and whispered to the aesthetician. Our artist nodded, "yes, ma'am."

She began to apply a style of evening make-up. When she was done, I saw myself in the mirror. Her artistry was impressive. I hoped I could learn her skill.

My eyelids were covered in a glittery, metallic rose color. Thick black eyeliner made my blue-green eyes stand out. My lips were glistening and pink - my favorite shade.

Mommy nodded in approval, "perfect". She checked her watch again and said, "Come, princess. We are going to be late and you still need to get dressed"

I was taken to a room where my clothes and shoes waited for me. I changed out of the robe and slipped into my dress.

Mommy held my arm as she walked me out to her car. I thanked her for the pampering as we drove away.

She said, "You're very welcome. I want to spoil my girl for being so obedient and sweet."
She asked me what my favorite part of the day had been.

I replied, "Evan".

She was amused by my candid answer, "I knew you would like him. How did he do?"

"He was perfect. So was his big cock," I blurted out. She almost spit her water out.

"You slut! Tell me you didn't let him fuck you in the spa," she demanded.

"No ma'am. I just gave him a reason to remember me," I answered playfully.

"Well, it must have worked. He asked me to tell you he makes house-calls. Now I know why".

Cars and vans were parked along the street in front of the house. It was late afternoon as we pulled into the driveway and I could see there were half a dozen people inside.

Daddy came out to greet us and caught his first glimpse of his new girl, "You look beautiful".

"Thank you, Daddy," I said cheerfully. I could have sucked him off on spot for the compliment.

He walked beside Mommy as she escorted me to the door. "We are losing light so we'll need to work outside then inside instead," he told her.

She answered, "The spa took longer than expected, but I'm happy with the results".

I could see from the walkway that the house was brightly lit with the studio lights that appeared during my week away. We entered the house full of strangers. Furniture was moved around in the large foyer. The cameras and lights were moved and fixed on a spot in the room.

Some of the strangers approached Mommy and they were discussing something when two women approached me. One began checking my make-up and snapping pictures while the other was taking measurements.

A third woman approached me and lifted my slip dress exposing me to the room.

"Were you waxed today?" she asked.

"I. No. I don't wax," I replied confused.

"Perfect. We don't need make-up. I think we're good to go," she announced.

Mommy saw my confusion and came to me. "Princess, we were running late. I thought I would have time to explain before we got her. Just do as your told. This is part two of your special day," she instructed.

The woman who lifted my dress a moment ago returned and then pulled it entirely over my head. I reacted in the moment and lifted my arms as it came off. I was naked in the foyer in front everyone and immediately understood what was happening.

A man approached Mommy and asked, "Does the cage stay on or come off?"

"It stays on," Mommy told him looking into my eyes.

"A good girl keeps her clitty locked. Isn't that right, Princess Cumslut?" Mommy whispered playfully to me.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

She held my hand and walked me out to the backyard. More strange faces were on the back patio. A couple racks of clothes stood nearby. Cameras and lights were set up as well.

The woman who checked my measurements walked up with outfits on hangers. She held them up one and a time and asked, "Are you more of a slutty secretary, slutty schoolgirl, or slutty maid?"

"She's definitely a slutty maid," Mommy answered for me.

The woman in charge of my wardrobe asked Mommy a question and I heard her reply, "Leave it in, we can take it out when we need to."

She began helping me into my black satin French maid outfit trimmed with white lace. It had puffy sleeves, a white lace collar, and a high waist. The seam was short and I felt an occasional breeze on my barely covered butt. I was fitted with lacy bobby socks and shiny black patent shoes. A black lace choker completed the look.

Another strange face lead me out in front of the cameras. The lights were blinding and I could no longer see the people on the patio.

From the blinding glow, two figures appeared beside me: A tall seductive woman in black leather pants, a white half-buttoned blouse, and dark rimmed cat glasses approached me first. She wore heels that pushed her well above six feet tall. Her moves were confident and seductive.

I wanted to learn her walk. She had pale skin and raven colored hair pulled tight into a pony tail that arched from her head. Her lips were dark red.

Behind her was a man of the same height. He was dark skinned, well-proportioned, and wore dark slacks, leather shoes, and a dress shirt. I could see he had full-sleeve tattoos stretching from his rolled shirt sleeves.

His shirt was unbuttoned at the top and tattoos peaked out there too. His head was clean shaven and his face was covered with dark stubble. Clearly, these were the professionals. I felt intimidated by them.

The woman took the lead, "You are Jasmine?" She had an eastern European accent that I could not place.

"Yes, ma'am," I timidly replied.

She smiled and announced, "she's already in character!" Some laughter came from beyond the lights. "You can call me ma'am or mistress," she said.

Then I noticed it. Protruding from her pelvis was a large, large black strap-on that hanged low in front of her. She asked, "you want to touch it?"

I replied, "I have one just like it, mistress."

She laughed, "I bet you do, slut".

The photo session commenced. We posed in various positions. I followed directions that were given. The act was performative and didn't feel sexual. I wasn't stripped for any of the photos and other than the strap-on, I didn't see one cock.

I was aroused by the exhibition of the photo session but not the positions. I enjoyed the scene when I had to kneel before my tall mistress and suck her strap-on.

As the sun set, I heard a voice from behind the lights announce, "we are going to move inside now." The patio lights darkened and my eyes began to adjust.

People from the patio began to enter the house and fill the living room where the lights were staged.

Mommy approached me and showered me with encouragement. She was happy with my novice performance. She walked me through the door into the living room.

Sex furniture had been set up inside to look like a dungeon. We started with some photos. I was posed in various positions similar to scenes I've seen on my favorite porn sites. I was amused that my years of "research" was paying dividends.

After the photos, we start acting out various scenes for the video cameras.

It seemed that the dominant female's sexy male counterpart was not more than a prop for the photos of mistress and me.

Then, another gorgeous man that I had not seen that night entered the room. He was also dressed in slacks and a dress shirt only he was a mountain.

My jaw dropped when I saw him stride up to me. His movement conveyed the power of his massive frame. He wasn't as tall as my sweet masseur, but he was significantly larger.

"You're Jasmine?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," I said in a way I had hoped he construed as "please violate me".

The buttons on his dress shirt were performing a miracle containing his muscular chest. I could see the outline of his muscles in the clinging material. His nipples were large and proud. I was envious, and I wanted to touch them.

His dress pants were tight and the silver-colored fabric stretched across his large legs. His obscene bulge ran half-way down his left thigh. I didn't mind that he caught me fixated on it.

His skin was a beautiful dark, brown. His head was shaved smooth and he had a neatly trimmed beard.

When I finally stopped staring at his bulging trousers, I saw he was smiling at me. His hazel eyes entranced me.

He moved in close and quietly asked, "You ready?"

"Please, yes," I whispered.

He winked and I stared at his perfect round ass as he walked away.

Mommy approached and whispered with pride, "I picked him out for you. He knows about your recent journey and he was eager to meet you. His name is Lucas, he's local." As he disappeared into the back of the crowded room, I turned to her. She was smiling, pleased with my reaction.

I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Mommy".

The first scene began with Mistress giving her maid a uniform inspection. She measured the length of my ruffled seam, lifted it to show my bare ass, and stated, "the skirt needs to be shorter."

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

"I want men to be able to see your slutty hole at all times," she commanded.

"Yes, mistress," I said again.

"Let me see that cocksucker you call a mouth," she barked as she pulled my chin down.

I opened my mouth and offered my tongue. Our height difference was go great, she had to bend down to inspect my mouth.

"I'm going to put a lot of dick in there," she laughed.

We acted out a few more scenes of humiliation femdom. Our mistress was obviously carrying the scenes.

In another act, she instructed me to kneel and suck her strap-on. She called me names and gave commands. I followed her lead. Despite the obvious performance, it started to feel like a natural, intimate encounter.