Olivia, lying face down on the massage table, was absorbed by the warm, relaxed feeling of the massage she was experiencing. Betsy and Candace had worked their way down to her feet, and olivia was moaning softly with pleasure. As they finished working on her feet, olivia vaguely wondered what would happen next. 

“All finished?” It was Nora’s voice she heard. “Yes, ma’am,” that was Betsy. “Do you want us to help get her ready for the next part?“ Olivia wondered what ‘the next part’ was, but as if from a distance, as if they were talking about someone else.

“Yes, please,” said Nora. ”You can go on break afterwards. You get her arms and I’ll adjust the table.”

Olivia felt her hands released from the bonds, her wrists in the cuffs held firmly by Candace and Betsy. To olivia’s surprise, the top of the massage table began to move as if it were on rollers, which, in fact, it must have been. Slowly and steadily her body was moved as if on an assembly line, first her feet and then her legs dropping off the table. She kicked a bit at first, feeling as if she were going to fall, but firm hands on each ankle put a stop to that. The table top moved relentlessly until her hips had dropped off the table. 

The unknown hands – they must have been Nora’s – guided olivia’s feet onto some kind of platform or stirrup – olivia was a bit disoriented and wasn’t sure exactly what,- but her feet were on solid ground again. The cuffs were attached to an anchoring point so that her feet were held firmly in place, about shoulder width apart. Once the feet were locked in securely, she heard a whirring noise and the surface under her feet began to rise slowly. When it stopped, her hips were raised above the table so that her ass was higher in the air. 

This was a bit uncomfortable at first, but when olivia arched her back, which raised her ass and opened her even more, she was able to settle more comfortably. She heard the soft whrrrr begin again, and this time her feet moved horizontally, opening her legs still further. She whimpered and would have resisted this pull, but she was unable to move more than an inch or two. She realized that in this position both her cunt, which was still wet and throbbing, and her ass were readily available. She gave a soft, low cry as she realized her helplessness. 

Betsy and Candace had still been holding her wrists. Once the table was in place and she was in position, they put her hands down at her sides, attaching the cuffs to rings on the sides of the table. Her arms were no longer stretched overhead, but she was nonetheless pinned in place, unable to escape whatever they chose to do next. She felt a moment of panic and began to struggle against the bonds, pleading in a soft voice, “what are you going to do? What are you doing, please, please tell me, please.”

She heard movement behind her, hands gentle on her ass, and Sir Jon’s voice. ”Easy, baby,” he said, “Easy.” His hands stroked her ass, calming her with his touch, and with the tone of his voice. She loved when he called her baby and that made her smile, her heart brimming with warmth. and affection.

His touch was soothing, but quickly became arousing, and he began to stroke the inside of her thighs, making her moan.

“No need to worry,” he said. ”All you have to do is obey. Can you do that for me? Even if it’s hard, even if it hurts, can you be my good girl?”

This is crazy, olivia thought, i must be insane. But her lips curved into a smile, and she heard herself say, “Yes, Sir, I can do that. I can obey you, my Sir.”

With his hand on one butt cheek, he raised the other hand and brought it down sharply on the other cheek. She gasped. ”Good girl,” he said, raising his hand again.

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Whew, that was fun to write. It’s been a while…

I also want to introduce you to ErosPoet at Allure Words, if you don’t already know them. This is one of my favorites, Nostalgia. Often, the poetry is just a few lines, tightly packed emotion and beauty. I highly recommend it!

she can still
feel his hands
holding her close
just before she
fell asleep
every night

his body warm
against her ripening
breasts as he
kisses the nape
of her
neck
and
plunges into
her core
time and time
again until
they are both
overthrown
with bliss

then
they lie
together
in serenity
until they
slowly drift
into dream

these fleeting
moments of
nostalgia
keep her
sane
as she wipes
down this
shell of a
man
who
can’t wipe
himself anymore
hold her in
his arms
and
barely
recognises
her face
in the
light
let alone
when she
wants his
embrace at
midnight

-Allure Words-

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