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Club, The
As you enter the brass and glass doors the stress and problems of the day begin
to slip away. Here you can at last let down all your defenses and allow yourself
to soak up the special attention that comes with this place. A very unusual
place. A place that was established several years ago for a very special group
of women like my Mistress. No one quite remembers how it came about. There are
those that say that it goes all the way back to the days of Imperial Rome. To
the Villa Adrania. Truly many of the settings here could remind one of those
times. And yet it is also a place for today. A place that the rest of the world
is slowly coming around to. A place where the members - all special powerful
women - have the adoration they deserve as superior beings.
As you enter, the atmosphere immediately takes you and for just a moment you
stop and close your eyes and adjust yourself to surroundings. Here you are
respected for what you are, a woman that has been able to recognize her natural
superiority and live it.
Behind the reception desk is a well built man, sandy hair, tan skin, wearing a
business suit and tie. Outside in the "real" world many would think that he was
a sports figure rather than a receptionist. My how the roles change to their
natural state in this place. The image of this man is repeated many times in
this special place because all of the workers are male. All are as good looking.
All have found their natural state. There is one exception tho because through
the next door the attendants are dressed for work. An unusual but practical
attire. Naked from the waist up, but wearing what are almost tuxedo pants and
black shoes. Perhaps the proper combination of practicality - given their work -
and propriety given those that they serve.
You sit down in the reception area and make Your selections while enjoying a cup
of tea. The selections are noted on the customary form and returned to the
receptionist while you finish your beverage. The preparations are being made
according to your selections - I know because I have been honored by your
selection to serve you today.
As you enter the club I escort you to one of several large rooms. Once inside,
your presence fills the room. I am lucky to serve you this day. As you begin to
disrobe I carefully take your garments and hang them. As your clothes disappear,
I am overwhelmed by your beauty, your presence, your confidence. Free from your
clothes, you stretch and then sit on a low stool, legs intertwined, perfectly
straight back, head erect, fingers intertwined and in your lap, and eyes closed.
Now that everything from the outside world has been stripped away you only have
to purge your mind and relax totally.
Your selections today called for a preparatory relaxation session. I approach. I
place my hands BARELY upon your body. The energy jumps the space between your
shoulders and my palms. With this energy comes the tension. My large strong
hands start on each side of your neck. One finger over each temple. Thumbs
pointing straight up along your spine. Three fingers under and supporting your
chin. I wait for you to adjust to my touch and then I begin to pass my hands
over your face, one finger along each eyelid then each side of your nose. Under
your lips. Over your shoulders, and then under your arms.
From around you over the top of your breasts then gently under. Across your
nipples. Down your sides to your hips. And finally around your waist across your
soft stomach. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin as the ceiling fan blows a
gentle and constant breeze across you. I wrap your still seated body in a soft
terry robe and you rise from your stool.
I follow as you walk to the first treatment room. Here, in the wall, is an
enclosure about 7'long and 3' feet high. The bottom of the enclosure is at waist
height, has a wooden slat platform. As you crawl in I close the sliding glass
door and soften the interior lights. You find that inside a rolled towel
supports your neck as you lie on your back and stretch out on another towel over
the wooden slats. I turn on the Environment and program a hot steam according to
your selections. The enclosure soon fills with a heavy wet steam. This steam
rises and falls around and over you through the towel on the wooden platform and
over your body. Every pore on your body opens and your body cleanses. As you
breathe deeply, the steam fills you and reaches to every small passage within
your lungs. You feel as though you are floating as the steam continues to caress
you. The sweat forms and pools over you in places and runs in rivulets over
others. After 14 minutes, a valve turns and from above a gentle almost
imperceptible cool mist begins to rain down and cool your body. The mist
strengthens and turns to a gentle rain as your skin temperature is brought down.
As I open the doors, you crawl out, thoroughly relaxed and move over to the
marble table.
As you lie face down on the cold marble, your skin contracts. I place a rolled
towel under your head for support. You are now ready for your body crub. I turn
on the nearby hose and begin to run the chilling water over your body, closing
your pores after their steam cleansing. I lather the soft body brushes with a
fine soap and then work both these brushes over your back in an invigorating
scrub. The lather builds on your back as I continue the scrub. I work from the
top of your shoulders to your ankles. Over and over. Big circular motion of the
hand brushes over your skin as the lather builds and your skin reddens as the
brushes bring your blood closer to the surface. After a while, I once again turn
on the hose and let the cold water run over your body. Your skin tingles from
the attention and then I help as you turn onto your back. I carefully adjust the
rolled towel under your head as your body adjusts to a comfortable position.
I put away the brushes and prepare to wash the front of your body with my bare
hands. I work the soap to a lather as I anticipate the touching of your awaiting
body. I have to control myself as I cannot show the physical excitement that has
been building in me. I approach from behind your head, reach down to your sides
and pull upward to your underarms as your soft skin runs through my fingers. I
kneed and caress. On the next stroke I reach down and work my hands more toward
the center, overlapping the last path. Here I can feel the softness of the edges
of your tummy, the ribs under the surface of the skin, the sides of your
breasts, the front of your shoulders. I once again reach down from atop your
head. My hands work in the softness of your belly and climb your body, across
your rib cage to your lovely breasts and cross your nipples. And then another
pass from the center of your belly up between your breasts to the base of your
neck. After this last pass, I continue upward by bringing my hands under your
arms and pulling them back over your head and stretch them. I gently place them
again at your sides and go back to kneed and massage the soft skin of your
belly. The skin slips through my fingers with the lubrication of the lather.
I then begin to work on your firm breasts and hardened nipples. Pressing and
pulling. One breast in each hand. Working your nipples in my fingers. Your body
responds to my touch. My wash begins to awaken and pleasure you. I continue to
pull on your breasts and work the hard nipples into the palms on my hands. I
work each fingertip into the soft firm flesh of your breasts. I try to control
the tremble in my hands as I continue to work on you. How I would like to cover
your body with mine and slide up and down on it, feeling its shape, its size,
its texture. How I would enjoy running my tongue over your body, touching every
inch. But your selection for today has not called for this. As it is, I have
almost crossed the line from the body scrub you requested to the sensual massage
you did not. I know that you have selected these erotic massages from other
attendants but never with me.
I begin to wonder if you derive pleasure knowing the torment I experience from
this close contact that must remain - by your selection for today - "proper".
But I must stop all this wondering and move to the foot of the marble platform
to scrub your legs. I lather my hands again and begin to work on your right
foot, taking it in my hands and working on the instep. I deeply probe the
tendons of your ankle with my thumb and forefinger. I then work the pads of your
foot and between each of the toes. I place your foot on my chest so your knee is
bent and your thigh lifted off the marble. I reach forward and firmly hold your
right cheek, my right hand deeply between the two cheeks, my left on the outer
hip. As I pull my hands upward, I turn my wrist on my right hand so that each
fingertip passes the softness between your legs. I am risking my job but cannot
control myself. My guess is that this "accidental" touch will go unreported. I
finish with both legs and once again bathe your body in the pure cold water as I
rinse you down.
As you stand, I wrap warm towels around you that soak up the moisture. Now fully
relaxed and cleansed, your selection now calls for physical satisfaction. I
follow you into the "basket" room, named for the many basket chairs hanging from
the ceiling on double silk cords. These baskets, imported from Thailand, are
quite curious - more on this later. As you enter this room I provide you with a
warmed terry robe. The feel of the material against your refreshed skin is
wonderful. As I prepare a drink of blended tropical juices you settle into a
hanging basket. The juices are cool and satisfying as you sip and replenish your
own loss of fluids.
The baskets are shaped like a large almond. They are rounded at the bottom and
form a point at the top from which they are hung with a double silk cord.
Because of this double cord, the basket can be rotated causing the cords to
intertwine and thus raising the basket from it's resting position just five
inches off the floor. The opening to the basket is rather small, but once inside
this feature affords privacy from any but a direct viewing angle. The inside is
lined with comfortable pillows making this chair a comfortable place to rest
when sitting with legs folded. The silk cords are attached in a cantilevered
fashion so that, when in use, the side opposite the opening is slightly
reclined, thus affording a most comfortable seating arrangement. The most
curious feature of these baskets, however, is the that in the very bottom there
is a 6" round opening surrounded by thin cushions. The positioning of this
opening is such that when the occupant is situated just right there is access
from below the basket to her most private parts. The basket can be used in
several ways only limited to the imagination of the attendant who positions
himself on his back beneath the basket and the desires of the occupant
comfortably seated inside. The many variations on use can be grouped in the two
classifications of oral pleasures and filling pleasures. In the latter, an
attendant will usually position the basket over his groin. He can then utilize
his erect shaft to part the folds of exposed delight while he rocks the basket
forward and back with an appropriate tempo. Should the occupant desire, a
skilful attendant, through muscular control, can alter the angle of his erect
shaft enabling full penetration into the very center of the occupant's pleasure.
Should this be the case great satisfaction can be obtained from continued
manipulation of the sway of the basket. A wonderful delight may be obtained
during penetration by slowly spinning the basket, as this spinning progresses
the cords intertwine and the baskets raises off the floor. The sensation
afforded can best be compared to that of a corkscrew. Oral satisfaction is also
accomplished with ease as the attendant can position himself and the basket in a
way that will afford him complete and yet comfortable access to the occupant's
pleasure allowing the skilful attendant to serve his Mistress for lengthy
periods without the need for rest.
Noting my Mistress' selection of oral satisfaction I carefully positioned myself
below her basket. I must prepare myself mentally for this service as my Mistress
will carefully evaluate my service. I will only earn another session with her
through exceptional service today. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to
serve my Mistress as she is known for her attainment of the greatest level of
personal strength and knowledge. I am honored to be chosen by her from the many
attendants - an honor I am not willing to give up to another. Mistress, I can
not describe what happened from this time forward as I became divorced from the
reality of the surroundings. My entire being became centered on the fragrant
fruit before me. I deeply inhaled the sweet fragrance. It filled my lungs and my
mind. I pressed the now cool hidden folds to my nose, my cheeks, my lips. I
gently and slowly pressed my lips to my devotion and kissed to demonstrate my
reverence. My hands slowly set the basket in sway and I covered each fold of
this flower with my lips as they were presented to me. Once I had shown my
devotion to each petal of this flower, I began to explore it by carefully
parting the folds of skin with my tongue. After a moment it opened to full
blossom before me. Deep in the recesses the delicious fluids began to collect
and soon flowed to me.
This nectar refreshed me, nourished me, captured me. The sweet fruit now open to
me evolved from the cool dark recesses I first encountered to the now open,
warm, moist, wet, inviting center of devotion to which I am so drawn. I further
buried my face in the folds as my tongue reached further into the very center.
With the sway of the basket my nose found the emerging hardness. I concentrated
my attentions here, letting it slide from one side of my nose to the other as
the basket swayed. I then surrounded it with my lips as it grew and pulsed. I
stroked it with the flat of my tongue and then the tip. I instinctively increase
the tempo of the sway as I worked to keep up with the motion of my desire. My
nose, my lips, my tongue slip along the entire exposure of pleasure. I turned
the basket a half circle so that suddenly the parts of this fruit that had only
felt the ebb of my attentions were now receiving the brunt of my onslaught. The
pace quickened as I devoured my devotion. With a continual rhythmic pace and
occasional half circle turns, the fruit of my attention soon swelled and flowed
beyond expectation. I soon began to notice a constricting of the depth. Then a
pulsing. A throbbing. And then a convulsing as the pleasure exploded in an
overwhelming climax. I slowed and rested until the basket finally came to rest
with my face still nuzzled in the folds. The trembling continued for what seemed
like hours until Mistress and slave fell into an exhausting sleep.
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