A Slave's Reward

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A good girl receives her reward.
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Jocelyn had been such a good girl all week. She had only been "corrected" as Master liked to call it once or twice and even then it had not been substantial, nothing more than she could bear. As promised, she earned her day at the spa, a place she had rarely visited and never for what He called the full treatment. It had never occurred to her that such a treatment might include a good deal more than a manicure, pedicure and massage. She would soon find out it did.

Arriving at 10 am, prompt as any good slave girl would be, she was led to the back of the lovely salon by one of the prettiest little Asian girls she had ever seen. 'She is like a porcelain doll', thought Jocelyn as she submissively followed. The girl was petite, walking in small yet quick steps, a perfect serving girl herself, Jocelyn couldn't help but notice. It barely registered how empty the salon was as she made her way to the changing room. There she found a lovely white silk robe, painted with pink flowers, her favorite color and one she knew Master enjoyed on her, when she was permitted to wear anything.

Quickly removing what little clothing she wore, Jocelyn slipped luxuriously into the robe, tying the one pair of sashes at her neck. She hung up her skirt and blouse above the flip flops she had also removed. Master allowed no underwear and insisted on neatly kept clothing and eager as she was to be pampered for a change, it never occurred to her to leave her clothing in a mess. As she left the changing room, Jocelyn couldn't help but feel the breath of air on her naked body as the robe refused to stay closed, held by so little so high up.

She had long ago been trained out of her natural bashfulness and now was proud of her body. At 5'9" she was a full head taller than the girl who waited for her outside the dressing room. Her long legs, of which she was rightfully proud, were kept in shape with walks and some pony play that Master enjoyed and even the occasional tennis game. Her breasts were still perky for a woman of 36, each ending in soft pink nipples and small areolas on a woman with breasts of 38C. She knew not to be outwardly haughty but still strode easily, robe opening and closing as she did, out into the salon.

The girl led her to a lovely massaging chair, perched over the foot bath where another porcelain doll awaited to attend to her feet. Yet a third lovely woman appeared to help tend to her nails. As she did no heavy house work for Master, but was only his play thing, his sex slave, they were perfectly kept. Opening her legs as she sat, by force of habit, the girls could not miss the sight of her smooth mound, bare for the delight and pleasure of Master. Jocelyn was sure the bit of dew, ever present from all the attention lavished on her, was visible; perhaps even her gentle musky scent as well.

Any thought to close her legs was prevented as the girl at her feet took one foot in her hands and placed the other in the lovely warm water. The girls at each side of her attended to removing the old polish and beginning her manicure as the pedicure and leg massage progressed. As her nails were finished and each arm was lade back on to an arm of the chair, Jocelyn was surprised to hear a Man's voice and opened her eyes, which she had closed to fully enjoy all the sensations of the pampering.

There stood Master, smiling and speaking to the woman who ran the shop. They could almost seem to be conspiring but Jocelyn, for the moment, thought nothing of it and lay her head back. She heard his approach, those lovely strong strides and felt his breath in her ear. "Don't you look relaxed and pampered dearest slave girl," Master said with perhaps too much darkness in his voice. "I did promise you a day at the spa but I know how disappointed you would be if it were totally vanilla my dear." He continued.

With that, straps appeared from each side of the chair and Jocelyn found her arms secured. Similar ligatures came around her legs, around the thighs, opening her wide even as the girl continued her leg massage. She had so very many times been spread for Master's pleasure and of course for hers as well, both at home and at their club that the position was an instant turn-on. Being so exposed in front of the girls did bring a bit of a blush for when at a club, in front of others, Jocelyn was used to being blindfolded. This position, being so open and vulnerable and able to see it all brought an intense reaction, her nipples instantly erect, her juices flowing.

"Now my darling sex slave, you will indeed be pampered as you have never been before." With that, each of the girls began to caress a different part of her body. The one at her legs slowly worked her way up her legs as each of the others made their way up and arm and to a breast, slowly, agonizingly slowly, delicate fingers scraping over sensitive nipples. Small fingers tracing her nether lips, flicking her clit as Jocelyn stayed as still as possible, afraid to move, afraid it might stop.

"Yes my dearest submissive one, stay still, make it last for if you try to move, to get more than I am ready for you to receive it will end and I promise you will not cum for a very, very long time." Master warned. All too aware of his ability to torture her by withholding her ultimate pleasure, Jocelyn sat deeper into the chair, breathed deeply and dissolved under the hands of these women.

Her obedience was rewarded as the lovely, soft, feminine fingers of the girl at her feet finally found their mark, making slow circles around the exterior of her soft exposed pussy before finally dipping into the sweet, thick juices. One, two, three fingers penetrated her dripping sex; the thumb of this expert woman toying with Jocelyn's swollen sensitive clit. Master could no longer restrain himself and soon she felt his thumbs and fingers on each nipple. So much firmer, stronger than the ones they replaced.

How well he knew her! Nipple torture brought an immediate reaction as her pussy sucked the hand of the girl deeper and deeper. As Master's nails strafed each nipple the girl found that spot, that special, soft, amazing spot deep within her wetness. Each tug and twist of her nipples was in rhythm with the strokes of that small hand. Throwing aside the robe completely, he sunk his mouth to one aching breast, each in turn, taking it into his mouth, chewing and sucking. Knowing the response this would bring, He smiled that wonderful, evil smile as Jocelyn dissolved, her cunt tight around that hand deep within her, as she came with a ferocious spasm, her well trained, tight muscles clamping and releasing it over and over, flooding the wrist, the fingers of her own sex slave, dripping juices onto the chair, into the bath below into the mouth of the girl as she gently, insistently sucked the now hard clit. Jocelyn's breaths short, her whimpers loud, seemingly unending, as she was stroked and fucked over and over by those fingers, as her nipples were twisted, pinched, bitten, her juices lapped and sucked until at last all awareness of any individual act was lost and she soared into that sexual space she loved.

It took sometime before Jocelyn returned to consciousness, once again aware of her surroundings. And as her heart rate began to return to normal and the spasms and aftershocks subsided, she turned her sex-blushed face to Master and whispered, "Thank You my sweet Sir."

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AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
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Very well written I am sure the girl got exactly what was coming to her. I do so enjoy this girl's work.

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