As Olivia was led down the hall, her wrist firmly held in Betsy’s grasp, she felt as if this must be happening to somebody else. She was no longer concerned about being the one naked woman in the room, but she was a bit anxious about what was going to happen next. Sir Jon had prepared her very well for this in one way – he had her waxed a couple of days earlier. Other than that, he had told her it was a surprise, that this was a new business enterprise serving the kink community and it would please him for her to try it. When she asked him for more information, he would only say that he thought she would like most of it.

“Most of it” seemed like not enough at the moment. She was terrified at the moment. Ok, maybe a little bit excited too. And curious. But – omg. What was going to happen to next? Her heart pounded.

At the end of the hall they turned to the right and stepped into an open room. Olivia had been expecting a dungeon or a bedroom, but this looked more like a spa. That was definitely a massage table. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad at all.

Betsy released her grip on Olivia’s wrist, and Candace shepherded her to the bathroom in a small cubby off to the side. ”Go ahead,” said Candace. Olivia had been afraid the room would look like the one in Story of O, with mirrors and all, but it appeared quite normal. She was embarrassed having to pee while Candace stood in the doorway, but she didn’t see that she had much choice. 

When she had finished, Candace showed her how to use the bidet, which was rather nice. Olivia realized how incredibly aroused she was, so wet that she was embarrassingly slippery to touch. Caught up in her own thoughts, she barely noticed that Candace had only spoken to her to direct her, to tell her what to do. 

When she had finished, and carefully washed her hands, Candace led her to the massage table and had her lie face down,. Candace and Betsy were on opposite sides of her. They took her wrists, and fastened each one with – Olivia couldn’t see what it was. It reminded her of a cuff she had worn once at a dungeon -that had been soft leather and fur-lined. She was not uncomfortable, and she was not as upset as she thought she ought to be at this turn of events.

She lifed her head, trying to see how she was bound, but she was fastened quite securely and unable to raise her shoulders off the table. She felt hands on her ankles, and before she could react at all, her legs were pulled further apart and cuffs attached there as well. 

Olivia did feel a bit panicky then, she was so thoroughly restrained and feeling very naked and exposed. “What – what are you doing – what are you going to do?” she asked. 

One of the women, she thought it was Betsy, patted her shoulder and said, “Don’t ask questions now, I know Sir Jon doesn’t want you talking at all. Just lie still and be a good girl.“ Olivia was not dreaadfully reassured by this, but she did remember that she was supposed to obey the women as if they were Sir Jon, so she fell silent again.

Olivia felt a soothingm liquid warmth on both shoulders, some kind of oil, she thought. It smelled wonderfully, a rich spicy scent she didn’t recognize. Moments later, hands began the massage. Betsy on one side, Candace on the other, they massaged in tandem, rhythmically working their way slowly down Olivia’s body. She sighed with pleasure.

Slipping quickly into a more relaxed state, Olivia was startled by a sharp knock on the door. The sound of the door opening and cool air wafting over her widespread thighs and she lifted her head, wiggled as if she were going to get up. 

“Oh, good, you’re off to a good start,” the newcomer said, and Olivia recognized Nora’s voice. “I’ll be in the office if you need me. I’m going to start story-time too.” Candace and Betsy had continued massaging her through this interruption, and Olivia found herself settling back into a comfortable and more relaxed frame of mind. She heard them murmurring some kind of assent to Nora, but Olivia only vaguely wondered what was going to happen next. Right now was lovely, why would she worry? 

Within moments, soft music began playing. Olivia sighed with pleasure again, moaned softly as the women massaged their way down to her lower back. The music stopped and a voice began speaking – a lovely, deep voice, not loud, but it seemed to fill the room. 

The voice said, “O was taken to Roissy n a more direct way. She had gone out for a drive with her lover, they were in the back seat, and she could see the chauffeur in the mirror watching them..” Shocked, Olivia recognized the words from Story of O, the intense novel of sexual slavery that she had first read as a teenager. The words almost immediately aroused her. She had used this book for what was called “one-handed reading” secretly for years. Just the sound of these benign phrases were enough to arouse her tremendously. 

She squirmed a bit, she had already felt aroused and wet, plenty of heat between her legs before now. hearing this story read aloud was almost painfully exciting. Omg, she thought I feel just like O, when she realizes – and despite her best efforts to hold still and ignore the burning sensation between her thighs, Olivia began to wiggle her ass trying to rub herself against the table. 

“She’ll be humping the table in a minute,” laughed Betsy; “No doubt,” replied Candace. Humiiation rolled over Olivia in waves, unfortunately, this only served to arouse her more. Here movements began more insistent, and for a moment she was successful in connecting with the table, rubbing her clit against the padded table.

A sharp blow to her right ass cheek got her attention. She cried out – far from diminishing the fire, that intensified it. Someone, maybe Candace, laughed. “i’ll get the donut she said. The massage paused for a moment and then Olivia felt hands under her hips, Nora’s voice now saying, Yes, just raise her a bit, I’ll slide the cushion into place. 

“The donut,” Olivia quickly realized, was just a round cushion, shaped like a donut with a hole in the middle. Arranged correctly, it lifted her hips, raising her ass, while completely preventing her intimate parts from touching any surface. She ground her hips in frustration, but there was no relief.

In the meantime, the voice continued reading. He had gotten to the part where O was told she would not be allowed to touch herself, to cross her legs, or press her knees together. Olivia moaned in frustration. Candace and Betsy had begun massaging again, and rather than avoiding her ass as the professional masseues did, they were rubbing it as well Oliva moaned again.

She was barely aware of the door opening behind her until she felt cool air on her lower body. Hearing Sir Jon’s voice made her smile. His hands stroked the inside of her thigihs, “Very nice,” he said 

Olivia whimpered and squirmed much to her embarrassment, trying to rub against him. He laughed, “Naughty girl,” he said. The voice had stopped reading when he entered, and she was acutely aware of his presence behind her, his touch demanding her full attention. 

“Hold still.” he said. 

Betsy and Candace had started working on her legs. Sir Jon spread Olivia’s cheeks, touched one finger to the tiny, puckered hole, making her cry out again and shiver with pleasure. Olivia began to beg, “Please, Sir, can I have an orgasm? Please? I think I’m going to die if I don’t get to, I can’t stand it, it’s too much, please Sir”.

Sir Jon laughed. “Didn’t I tell you not to ask questions? Nobody ever died from not having an orgasm. You’ll be patient and wait til I want you to have one, like my good girl.” These words sent a bolt of arousal through Oivia that arched her back and made her cry out loudly.. She was making noises she didn’t recognize as coming from her, moans and gasps filling the air.

“This is great,” she vaguely heard Sir Jon say, but he was not speaking to her and it didn’t matter.  He continued, “I’ll just sit over here and watch until we’re ready for the next part.” 

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I hope all of you who celebrate had a lovely Christmas and are enjoying the day after! Mine was pretty wonderful, and comments, good wishes, and messages from some of you made it even better. I’m feeling so good about life in general right now, and of course that’s affecting the people I live with and love in a positive way too. 

Really, I am just ridiculously, bubbly happy for the most part these days. And that’s opened a door for me to consider some new ideas. 

I’ve talked before about wanting to go to an event – a kinky event. I think I’ve even mentioned it here lately. Well, my goal is seriously to go to Sex Down South in September. I might will apply to be a presenter, or possibly a vendor. If you’re not familiar with the event, go check it out. If you can, work it into your life plan and come say hi to me there!

Also toying with the idea of setting up a Patreon account and actually finishing some of my stories to share in that venue. You may have noticed that my stories tend to get really hot and heavy and then just disappear. I bet you don’t even remember Nipple Clamp girl. I don’t mean to do that, it just happens. But I wonder what it would be like to bring them to some kind of climactic peak and wrap up with some warm, fuzzy moments of after care…