Karen had no idea what a number twenty-three was, and the girl on the phone wasn’t very helpful either, but what the hell, she booked it anyway. Since the China-Pact passed last year, there were all sorts of new things imported from China. Karen felt it her duty as a citizen of the world to try them out, especially since her husband Everett was on the China-Canada commerce co-ordination committee.

The façade was an eye-stopping gold and pink. ‘Palace’ was a good name as the wide tile steps were guarded by two stone dragons at street level. Karen gave one of the guardian sentinels a pat as she climbed the stairs. Inside what used to be an old Chinese restaurant the garish decorating scheme continued. There were fountains on either side of the door. The water cascading into pools filled with brilliantly coloured fish. The sound of the falling water was a tantalizing counterpoint to the delicate calming strains of Chinese string music. Lush displays of plants surrounded the fish ponds giving the entrance the feel of a tropical paradise hidden in downtown Toronto. Karen’s usual brisk steps slowed as she crossed the small wooden bridge into the spa. She felt she was entering another realm.

The receptionist, a tiny woman with the straight black hair and almond eyes of the orient, smiled warmly as Karen approached the desk.

“Ah, hi there. My name is Karen Strachan. I have an appointment for twelve thirty?”

“Yes Miss. This way please.” Her accent was thick, but her meaning clear so Karen followed her into the bowels of the complex.

The first stop was a locker room. A few gestures directed Karen to put her coat and boots into a locker. The girl then handed Karen a soft terry robe. Karen wondered again what she had got herself into as she shucked her clothes and pulled the robe around her slight naked frame.

Second stop was an exquisite little lounge with a small gas fireplace, two overstuffed lounge chairs and a soft couch. Magazines and bouquets of flowers adorned the small tables beside the chairs. A tall glass of water with a piece of lemon in it materialized at Karen’s side. More smiles, gestures and some mangled English told Karen she was to wait here.

It was only a matter of moments before the door opened and a lovely oriental flower entered the room carrying a big basin of hot soapy water. The girl was tiny, wearing a batik sarong and a tiny tight tee shirt. Her long hair was unbound falling over her shoulders and down her back. Karen got up ready to follow the girl to her appointment.

“No no, Miss. Twenty free?” The girl asked.

“Yes.” Karen agreed.

“Good. You sit please. Let me.” She gently guided Karen back to the sofa and knelt on the floor in front of her. “You do this before?” she said as she gently lowered Karen’s bare feet into the hot water.

“No, this is my first time.” Her toes discovered round stones in the bottom of the basin and curled around them, savouring the warmth.

“Ah. Yes. Please relax, yes?”

The girl picked up Karen’s right foot and with strong deft fingers massaged the sole of her foot. The left foot received the same treatment. Karen relaxed and lay back on the couch. She had been a bit apprehensive at first, but this was wonderful; sort of a cross between a pedicure and reflexology. Karen felt herself slip further down on the sofa.

The girls hands started to move up Karen’s legs. Her touch was sure and clever finding all the spots of tension and amazingly, managing not to tickle. Karen allowed herself to relax further and enjoy this. Her mind wandered a bit thinking of her next case, what she would do for dinner, whether her husband would pick up the dry cleaning.

Karen was startled out of her reverie with the sudden realization the girl had reached the tops of her thighs and was spreading her legs open.

“Miss relax. Yes?”

The girl wiped her legs down with a warm sudsy sponge in quick proficient strokes followed swiftly by a soft towel. Sponge and towel in quick alterations ran up her thighs right into the thick curly hair covering her mound. Karen was vaguely uncomfortable about such an intimate washing, but the professionalism of the girl put her at ease.

“What magnificent service.” Karen murmured. She closed her eyes again enjoying the feel of the hot water on her pussy and her legs.

More massage on the insides of her upper thighs now. Little shivers ran across her flesh. Karen wasn’t sure if it was arousal or discomfort. Small fingers dug deep into her muscles hunting out knots of tension. Then the massage shifted in tempo. Instead of digging in, the fingers were light feathers brushing tension away. Light caresses covered her hips, her belly and her thighs. The strokes continued now moving over her mound, smoothing down her curls, lightly brushing across her clit. Karen moaned as these feather-light touches warmed her up deliciously. She spared a brief thought to thank Susan for her recommendation.

Then Karen froze. The girl deftly parted her folds exposing her clit. Her fingers pushed the hood back and exposed the little nub to be circled and teased.

This was a first for Karen Strachan.

She was not sure if she should allow this. It was like ordering something unfamiliar off a menu and then when the live prawns or monkey brains arrive, realizing you have a choice. You can act all squeamish and closed-minded; or you can remind yourself that human beings somewhere on the planet consider this enough of a delicacy to charge top dollar for it. It’s not going to kill you and might even be delicious. Karen Strachan, the queen of the cross examination, was not going to be all squeamish and closed-minded. She’d enjoy these ‘prawns’ and count herself lucky it wasn’t the ‘monkey brains’. Evidently she had ordered this, so she might as well relax and let it happen. This really was very good. She smiled thinking her assistant had recommended this. Evidently, Susan had some unplumbed depths.

The girl held Karen’s knees spread wide with strong hands on her inner thighs. Her outer folds held open with just the tips of the girl’s exquisite tiny fingers. The girl flipped her head sending a long fall of hair over her shoulder before she leaned in and let the tip of her tongue reach out to touch Karen’s exposed clit. Karen would have bucked right off the sofa if it wasn’t for the girl’s strong hold.

Karen felt the earth shift under her with the delicious touch of the girl’s tongue.
Oh sure, her husband had given this a try from time to time, but he had never managed such a tantalizing but determined touch. The tongue came again. Just a little lick like she was being tasted. Karen didn’t need to be held open anymore; she spread her legs wide and tilted her pelvis up to allow easier access to this delightful service. A few more licks and Karen was squirming again. She wanted more. Her arousal was building to an intolerable level. A few more licks, deeper and longer this time took her almost to her breaking point. Karen gripped the side of the sofa for balance as she felt the world spin around her.

The sure fingers inched forward until they held more of Karen’s outer folds, holding her open, digging into her flesh just a bit. It hurt a little, but this just fed Karen’s passion higher. Karen arched her back as the girl’s teeth closed on her clit sending her into orbit.

The pain was exquisite. Karen cried out and the teeth relented just a bit to be replaced with serious licking increasing in intensity. Karen had always thought the term ‘eating’ to be intensely vulgar, but then again she had never been eaten properly before. The girl took almost her entire mound into her mouth. She sucked, bit, and licked in a frenzy of slurps and cries. Karen rode the sensations higher, all her conscious thoughts banished with the pain and pleasure visited upon her. Just when Karen felt she would explode with the passion, several fingers thrust into her hole. Karen arched her back pushing her cunt into the girl’s face as she released into a blossom of colour and energy.

When she finally calmed, the girl let go of her swollen, punished clit and sat back delicately wiping the juices from her face with the towel.

“Good, yes?” the girl asked.

“Oh yes, very good. Thank you.” Karen was still not entirely coherent, shivers of aftershocks rippling through her body. A quick wipe with the hot sponge followed by the towel erased the external manifestations of their session, but Karen would remember the ‘twenty-three’ for quite some time. Her robe was pulled across her lap demurely.

“Ok, Miss. Nails next, yes?” The girl was gathering up her basin and towels. “You wait here, please.”

Karen was grateful she didn’t need to get up just yet. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes waiting for the next step of her afternoon in ‘China’.

After her haircut and manicure, Karen got dressed and went back to the reception to pay her bill. Her ‘twenty-three’ girl was there in deep and animated consultation with the receptionist. The conversation was held entirely in Mandarin, so Karen had no idea what they were arguing about, but there was definitely a disagreement. Finally the receptionist seemed to relent, the girl smiled, nodded to Karen and left. When Karen asked what had happened. The receptionist handed Karen her bill and said “Next time, you get a thirty-six.”

Karen took a look at the outrageous bill. It was higher than Karen would have thought possible for a few hours at a spa, but as her body still remembered the treatments, Karen slapped down her gold card added a hefty tip to the total and immediately made her next appointment.

Back in the office by half past two, Karen was refreshed and rejuvenated. Susan brought in the afternoon mail and taking a quick look down the hall, closed the door behind her.

“So? Did you get the twenty-three?” she whispered.

Karen smiled at her assistant.

“I had a very good time at the spa, Susan. Thank you for the recommendation.”

“Ah man! Is that all? Your hair is fabulous, your nails are perfect; and I sense a certain … relaxation that is not your usual for a Tuesday afternoon. Aren’t you going to tell me about it?” Susan leaned forward hungrily.

“No. And you are not going to ask me again. It is a lovely spa. End of story.” Karen flipped through the mail.

“Ok, point taken. But at least will you tell me if you plan on going again?”

Karen looked at her hot young assistant, so eager and fresh. She had to smile. God, was she ever that young?

“Ok. Yes, I have another appointment a week from Friday. Please re-schedule any appointments I have that afternoon.”

Susan whopped in laughter. “Ha! I knew it!”

“Nails and a facial, Susan! Now, I have some work to do …”

She pulled herself back to propriety quickly. “Yes, Ma’am, I’ll make the arrangements.”

Karen did not have the heart to chastise Susan for her unseemly outburst. When her assistant had left, Karen examined the rate card for the Golden Palace Spa wondering if there was any way to figure out what a ‘thirty-six’ entailed. She gave up after a few minutes and got to work on her next case. Did it really matter what it was?

Part two ---

It seemed no time at all until the following Friday. Karen’s husband Everett had noticed her nails and hair and immediately asked the cost. Karen felt a pang of rebellion and truthfully, guilt.

“It was very expensive, but I’m worth it,” she said petulantly.

“No doubt, sweetheart, but even if you are worth a billion, which you are, that doesn’t mean a manicure is.”

Luckily he didn’t push the matter, or even ask if she was planning another visit. There are some things a husband shouldn’t ask. Some things he shouldn’t know.

Karen left a bit early for her appointment this time, leaving time to stop at a Chinese bakery for a bite of lunch before getting to the Golden Palace Spa.

The twin dragons at the foot of the stairs seemed to smile at her as she entered their realm again.

Karen felt a delicious rush of anticipation and excitement this time as she presented herself at the reception.

“Yes, Miss, thirty-six, sixteen and twelve.” The girl made a notation in her book. “Please follow me.”

Karen knew the number sixteen was the manicure from last time and assumed the twelve was the facial. She followed the girl to the locker room and quickly shucked her clothing. The robe was warm and fluffy and smelled of something Karen couldn’t quite place. It was slightly of musk, perhaps rose. Karen made a mental note to someday learn about fragrances. She pulled the fleecy warmth around her body and followed the girl to her first appointment.

This time she was taken to a small room with a standard aesthetics couch, bright white walls and a tile floor. There was a counter with a sink, stacks of towels and a small table with a crock pot, an array of bottles, jars and implements. A small fountain in the corner filled the air with the soothing sounds of running water. Karen was actually a bit disappointed. This room could be found in any of the millions of day spas in town.

Karen climbed onto the couch and waited. It was only a few minutes until the girl came in. Karen didn't think this was the same girl as last week, but was a bit embarrassed to admit she couldn't really tell. This girl was the same size, and had the same length and texture of hair. Like the girl last week, this one also wore the 'uniform' of the spa; a short sleeved dark blue t-shirt and a batik print sarong. Karen caught a peek of white slippers under her long skirt. It might be helpful if these girls wore name tags, Karen thought.

“Yes, Miss, tirty-six?” She smiled.

“That’s what they tell me.” Karen laughed.

“Ok, Miss, lie back please?”

Karen did as told, a tingle of excitement and anticipation making her palms slightly wet. The girl rummaged around on the small table for a moment and then turned to the bed. She reached under and snapped a pair of stirrups in place on either side of the couch. Karen’s curiosity was peeked. The implication was obvious, but confirmed as the girl manoeuvred Karen’s unresisting feet into the stirrups.

The girl opened Karen’s robe exposing her pussy to the cool air of the room. There was none of the relaxing massage and washing of the twenty-three. The girl pushed Karen’s legs wide and took a good look at her hair. Karen had washed very thoroughly this morning, just in case, so she knew she was clean. Everett had never made any comment on the state of her pubic hair, and so Karen never did anything with it. Suddenly she felt very unkempt.

The girl dipped her fingers into the crock pot and came out with a small handful of golden goo. She turned to Karen and spread the warm substance on her inner thigh. A lovely feeling of warmth spread into her flesh, deep and soft. Karen relaxed into the sensation with a contented sigh. Then the girl ripped the cooling stuff off, taking Karen’s hair with it.

Karen shrieked with the pain as it lanced through her leg and into her belly. Was that hair directly rooted to her teeth? Her legs shot out of the stirrups and ended up knocking the girl to the floor.

The girl got to her feet with a soft muttering of Chinese and rubbed her arm where Karen’s foot had caught her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Karen cried. “You took me by surprise, I didn’t expect it. Are you ok?”

“Me Ok.” The girl said. “You want stop?”

Karen thought a moment. Suddenly the conversation between the receptionist and her ‘twenty-three’ girl made sense. The girl had recommended Karen lose some of her hair. Of course, she would be in a position to know! Karen felt a pang of acute embarrassment suffuse her face with heat. Obviously, these girls considered her too hairy in her current state.

“No, please continue. I’ll be still.” Karen resolved to do just that.

“Ok, Miss. You be still.”

The girl pulled a pair of cuffs from under the bed and with a snap had encased Karen’s ankles in soft fur and leather. Karen thought wryly this might be a good precaution! Then the girl moved to the head of the bed and reached for Karen’s hands. Another couple of snaps secured Karen’s hands above her head. Her embarrassment about kicking the girl effectively squashed her inclination to object to the bindings.

The girl fished another sticky glob of golden goo out of the crock pot and smeared it on Karen’s pubes. A quick pull sent another wave of excruciating pain through Karen’s body. She arched against her bindings and screamed. The girl made soft soothing sounds in Chinese and instead of returning to the crock pot for more goo, she started to gently rub Karen’s clit.

The waves of pain quickly subsided and Karen’s sobs turned to gentle groans as the girl teased and rubbed her sensitive little nub. Then the girl quickly ripped out another strip of hair. Karen screamed again. The girl continued to rub sending waves of pleasure as an intoxicating counterpoint to the pain. Karen lost all ability to think. Her world had reduced to the pain and the pleasure coming from between her legs.

A finger slipped in between her folds, testing her, probing her. Then something else, something hard, not too big, was pushed in quite far. A small voice of objection in the back of her mind tried unsuccessfully to make it out, but Karen couldn’t form the words to give it sound. Then the vibrations started deep inside her, a growling rumbling movement. Karen writhed in the sensations. She couldn’t move towards it or away from it, but she had to move. Her robe fell open exposing her whole body to the chill of the room. Her nipples were hard and stiff pointing to the ceiling from her flattened breasts.

Another strip of hair was ripped from her body, closer to her labia this time. The pain had increased, but strangely Karen revelled in the sensations. She let go, allowing the sensations to take her where they would. The bindings held her securely; the rumbling of the vibrator fed her enough pleasure to counter the pain and Karen rode the sensations higher.

Suddenly a new feeling brought her back to her body. Small clips were attached to her nipples. Karen thrashed again and strong hands held her pelvis still as another strip of hair was pulled off. Karen had no idea pain could be so amazing. Every time she thought she had it under control, more pain and pleasure sent her reeling into the abyss again.

Finally the feelings changed. Evidently the girl had removed all the hair she wanted to and now concentrated on rubbing her clit harder and faster. The vibrator changed its setting, sending strong pulses deep into her core. The pain in her nipples kept Karen flying.

It was not long before Karen exploded into orgasm, colour and light filling her awareness as she arched against her bindings and screamed her passion. Her nipple clips were ripped off at the height of her climax, sending her over the edge again. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of sensation ending in glorious blackness.

The vibrator was gently removed, but Karen hardly noticed, still floating in the after effects of her orgasm. Then warm soapy water wiped down her cunt and inner thighs. She felt more naked than ever before, as the cool air brushed against her punished burning skin. She tried to look to see if she had any hair left at all, but her bindings still held her.

The girl moved quickly and unclipped the cuffs on her wrists, briefly and efficiently rubbing her arms to improve her circulation. Then her ankles were released as well.

Karen sat up a bit to see what was left of her hair and ventured an exploratory finger to the bits she couldn’t see. The girl had left a discreet triangle of light brown curls on the top of her mound, but all the hair between her legs and around her labia was gone. She felt smooth, soft, exposed, sexy.

A small smile crept across her face. She wondered what Everett would think. Then she wondered sadly if he would even notice.

“You like?” The girl asked as she finished her clean up.

“Oh yes. That was quite amazing. Thank you.”

“You like pain, yes?”

“I guess so, never tried it before.” Karen wondered about some of her darker fantasies from her teen years. Fantasies she had thought firmly buried in the face of ‘feminist empowerment’.

The girl laughed a lovely shower of merriment. “Oh yes. You like pain lots and lots.” She gave Karen a friendly pat on the shoulder and helped her to her feet. “Next time you ask for Lily. She give you forty-one, then you see.”

Karen was escorted to the next stop.

When Karen got back to the office, Susan was waiting for her with her files and messages. Karen felt the amused scrutiny in her assistant’s eyes as she gingerly took her chair.

“Nail’s and a facial, eh?” Susan handed her a small pile of pink slips.

“Susan, some time I will tell you all about it, but right now I need you to look up these references.” Karen handed her a list of mostly make-work tasks.

Susan looked at the list and back to her boss. “Yes Ma’am. I’ll make sure you get what you need. Any more changes to your schedule I should know about?”

Karen sighed, reluctant to confess. “I’ll let you know.” She just didn’t want to face Susan’s questions right now. Susan smiled and left. Karen turned her attention to her case book.

Later that night as she was lying in bed beside her sleeping husband, she wondered again about what the girl had said. Did she really like the pain? She let her hand explore the soft bare skin between her legs. Predictably Everett had not noticed, but then again, she hadn’t exactly shown it off either. She was already in bed before he came up. He had given her a brief hug and a peck on the cheek before turning off his light and falling into the deep sleep of the untroubled.

Karen lay awake for quite a while, her mind wandering back to the spa, replaying bits of her experience. It was almost two weeks until her next appointment. She considered rescheduling sooner.

--- Part three ---

It took a few days for Everett to notice the change in her pubic hair. He was getting dressed when she came out of the shower.

“Nice haircut darling,” he called from the bedroom.

Karen caught a glimpse of her face in the bathroom mirror. Her flush covered her body from her breasts to her hair line in a deep crimson.

“Thanks,” she tried to sound light.

Everett came into the bathroom tightening his tie. “Let me take a look.” He took the towel from her hands and bent to examine her pubes.

“Interesting. A bit uneven on this side, I think. Open up a bit, please.”

Humiliation and anxiety filled Karen’s body, but she didn’t want to appear prudish. She spread her legs slightly for his inspection. His finger lightly stroked her inner thigh sending a ripple of electricity through her.

“How much did you have taken off? Lie down a moment.”

Karen never imagined Everett would take such an interest. Tingles of arousal shimmered across her body as she sat down on the bath mat and leaned back. Everett bent her knees up and spread her. Karen felt more self-consciously naked in front of her husband like this than she ever had in the spa in front of girls she had never met and would hardly remember. Her belly tightened and a delicious heat grew deep in her cunt.

“My, Karen, this must have hurt. You are so,” Everett searched for the word as he stroked her skin, “smooth.” His fingers brushed across her lips sending a bolt of lust arching through her.

That was enough. Karen pulled her legs together and got up. If things carried on like this they’d both be late for work.

“Yes, well, actually it did hurt quite a bit, but I think it’s nice.” Karen winced at the whiney sound in her voice. She tried not to notice the way Everett watched her as she dressed.

He didn’t mention the Spa again, and a day later left for a business trip that would keep him away for a week. Karen called the Spa and rescheduled her next appointment for the day before he returned.

She again booked a manicure and a facial to go with her ‘forty-one’. It wasn’t like she really needed so many facials, but she was intrigued by what the girl Lily had said last time. She didn’t know what the forty-one was, and felt she needed camouflage. If she went to the spa, she better have some physical evidence of ‘acceptable’ treatments to show for it when she got back to the office.

The day came for her appointment and she made her way down to Chinatown. As always when she climbed the stairs past the dragons, her excitement and anticipation grew.

The girl at the desk greeted her with her usual wide and welcoming smile.

No doubt Karen was rapidly becoming their best customer.

“Good morning, Miss. This way please.”

Karen followed the girl down the hall to the now familiar locker room and quickly shucked her clothes and wrapped herself in the fluffy robe. The girl patiently waited and then took Karen deeper into the complex.

At the end of a corridor, the receptionist pulled an electronic pass card out of her pocket and slipped it into a reader in the wall. An ornate black lacquered panel slid open revealing a sumptuous hallway. Industrial tiles on the floor gave way to luxurious crimson carpet. Cut metal wall sconces threw confusing shadows across the corridor making the floral wallpaper seem to dance. There were a number of doors down the hall, each one flanked by small tables with large bouquets of flowers in antique Chinese vases, statues, and small dishes of sweets.

Karen hurried to keep up with her guide, trying not to get distracted by all the opulence. Three doors down on the right, the receptionist took out her card again and slipped it into the wall reader. She stood back to allow Karen to proceed her into the room.

The room was dark. Karen could make out a large padded table in the middle of the room. It reminded Karen of a massage table, but was about twice as wide. A large white sheet covered the surface making little hills and valley presumably over pillows placed strategically under the sheet.

“Robe off, please.” The receptionist held out her hand for the robe. Karen had long since given up her sense of modesty in this place. She undid the belt and slipped the robe off her shoulders and handed it over. The receptionist gestured to the table and Karen pulled herself up onto the surface.

“Roll over, please.”

Karen lay down positioning one of the pillows under her belly and resting her face in the support designed for it. The receptionist moved quickly to the head of the table. She took one of Karen’s hands and clipped it into a cuff secured by a chain to the corner of the table. Karen’s belly started to burn with anticipation. She quickly squashed the voice of objection in her head. Sure this was scary, but these people had always given her a great ride. Not only that, but this experience was playing out one of her darkest fantasies from her younger days.

Her other hand was cuffed, followed by her ankles. The girl then adjusted the chains so her arms and legs were spread and bound. Her hands just off the edge of the table.

“You ok?” The girl asked as she stroked a fingertip across her exposed backside.

“So far so good.” Karen’s voice was a bit muffled as she directed it to the floor.

The receptionist laughed. “You wait here. Lily be in soon.” With that the door slid closed leaving Karen alone in the room.

She waited. She had no idea how long she had been there. It could have been five, ten minutes, or even a half hour. The door slid open and Karen tried to lift her head to see who had come in, but bound the way she was, she couldn’t turn her head enough.

“Lily? Is that you?”

“Yes, Miss. You ok?” Karen could hear her rustling around.

“I’m ok, a bit nervous.” Karen admitted. She surprised herself at her willingness to make such a confession, but then again, when someone has ripped all your pubic hair out, what else have you got to hide?

Karen decided the time for ignorance was past. “What are you going to do?”

Lily’s laugh had an uncomfortable edge to it. “You like pain, Miss. Lily like to give pain. Today you belong to Lily. Today Lily give you pain. Make you fly.”

Karen’s cunt ached. She wanted to ask how, but her fear was beginning to overwhelm her.

“I’m not sure, Lily. What if it’s too much?” Karen could smell her fear and her arousal.

“No worry, Miss. If too much you just say stop and Lily stop. But Lily take good care of you.” She ran a soft caress across Karen’s ass and down her legs. Her fingers stroked up Karen’s inner thigh and quickly dipped into her folds. “See, Miss, you already wet. You want this.” She dipped her head close to Karen’s ear and lowered her voice. “Relax, this going to hurt. Lots and lots. You love it.”

Her ass felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Her belly was clenched in fear and excitement. Suddenly Karen heard a sound she knew very well; the gentle whirr of a vibrator. She lifted her hips in invitation, looking forward to the pleasure. Crack, the switch landed on her backside. She cried out in surprise as the shock and pain ripped through her.

“You relax, Miss. Easier if you relax. Pretty red ass, Miss.” Lily’s voice had a hint of humour in it. She gently caressed the burning welt on Karen’s ass.

The switch landed again. Karen pulled against the chains, trying to move away from the pain. It was hopeless, of course. She couldn’t move more than an inch or two. Again a gentle caress soothed the injury. The heat of her passion rose in her belly and through her body.

Two more strikes in quick succession. She cried out again.

“You doing very good, Miss. You strong and can take lots and lots. Lily give you more.”

She felt Lily’s hands again gently caress her ass. This time the girl slipped her fingers into Karen’s cunt and teased her clit. Karen groaned in pleasure. She pulled at her bindings and tried to spread her legs even wider. Lily ran her hands down Karen’s legs and then... nothing. All was still and quiet. Karen waited again. Her body was burning with pain and passion. She had no idea what would happen next. Her arms and legs ached at being tied. She was so wrapped up in the sensations of her body she did not hear Lily approach until she felt her ass being probed. Small deft hands spread her cheeks and then gently, slowly a butt plug was pressed into her dark hole. The sensations rippled up through her as she pulled in vain at her chains. She had never felt so open to another person, so completely vulnerable. She squeezed her ass around the plug.

“Relax, Miss.” The switch landed again. A cry escaped. Some small part of Karen’s brain still capable of analytical thought realized the switch didn’t hurt as much if she really did let go and relax. She had just enough time to remember Lily had been telling her this from the beginning before the switch landed again. This time she let her body flow into the table.

“Ah, yes, Miss. Turn pain to pleasure.” Lily caressed her blazing ass gently and gave the butt plug a bit of a turn. Karen groaned.

“That’s right. Feel good, yes?” Her fingers found Karen’s clit again and pinched. More pain, but this time pleasure too.

“Hmmm.” Karen could not find words.

“Oh yes, you very good.” Lily moved around to the side of the table and pulled open the folds of her sarong. She reached out and tugged Karen’s fingers towards her completely shaved cunt. Karen had never touched another woman before. The girl was so smooth and soft, and wet. Lily was certainly enjoying her work. Karen twisted in her bindings so she could explore more of Lily’s folds. A bit more of a reach and Karen’s fingers found a little metal ring adorning Lily’s hood. She pushed it a bit, feeling the heat of her punished ass spreading through her whole body. Lily moaned deeply and tossed her long hair before pulling herself away.

“Good good.” Lily reached for Karen’s clit again. Karen became limp under the girl’s hand, moaning in pleasure. Lily laughed and thrust her fingers deep within Karen, drawing her juices from her and smearing them on Karen’s lips. Karen opened her mouth wide, accepting this as she had all the rest. She tasted her own arousal, amazed at the salty sweetness. Lily pulled her fingers away and the switch fell again. This time three quick strikes fed Karen’s passion even higher.

It was definitely getting easier. She let the sensations flow through her body. Her whole existence had reduced down to pain and pleasure, her full ass and her achingly empty cunt. The switch was falling faster now, softer, harder, each strike different. Karen lost count, her breathing shallow as her awareness floated. From time to time, Lily would push her cunt onto Karen’s fingers rubbing and taking her own pleasure.

Heat rose through Karen in waves as Lily gently stroked her burning flesh. The vibrator turned on again and the tip gently stroked her pussy. Karen moaned. Then Lily pushed it in to rub against Karen’s G-spot. She was riding so high when the switch fell again it barely registered as painful. She pushed her pelvis into the pillow grinding her clit against the vibrator. More strikes spread pain and pleasure through her body sending her into the abyss. Finally she clenched and screamed as the climax took her. Her world exploded into colour. All her muscles pulled in spasms of energy.

When she calmed, Karen was vaguely aware of Lily pulling on the Velcro to release her straps. It was somewhat of a moot point, as Karen really couldn’t move of her own accord anyway. She felt totally exhausted and exhilarated. Lily gently rolled her over on her back and helped her get up.

“You fly high, yes?” Karen hoped this was a rhetorical question as her brain didn’t seem to be connected to her mouth yet. She could barely form thoughts, let alone words. Lily continued to chatter on. “Yes, Miss, you like pain lots and lots.”

Karen leaned on the girl as she was led into a huge bathroom. The bright lights burned into her eyes making Karen wince and Lily quickly reached out to dim them. There was a large marble bath tub surrounded by mirrors. Lily gently lowered Karen into the steaming fragrant water. She sucked in a breath of pain as the water hit her tortured flesh, but quickly relaxed as the heat suffused her muscles. Oh how heavenly.

Karen finished up her afternoon at the spa with her facial and quickly booked another session with Lily. She was a bit tender for a few days, but if Everett noticed when he got home from his trip, he didn’t say anything. Just as well actually. Karen didn’t know how she could explain this to him.

--- Part Four ---

Over the next month Karen went to the Golden Palace Spa every week. Soon she gave up booking camouflage services and went strictly for the whipping. Lily sent her flying easier and faster with each visit. Finally, Lily asked her if she wanted to take the next step.

“You come for whole day. Lots of fun.”

Karen booked it for a Saturday.

On the morning of her full day service, she had words with Everett.

“Don’t shut me out, Karen. Talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing, Everett. Really. Work is really busy these days and my trips to the spa help me relax. That’s all.”

He looked at her carefully. Karen felt her skin crawl under his gaze, but as much as she wanted to tell him all she had discovered about herself, she just knew it would freak him out. Hell, it freaked her out.

“I love you, Karen. If this is what you need to do then fine. No problem. Have a marvellous time.” He kissed her tenderly and handed her the car keys.

Karen’s heart filled. She silently vowed to tell him soon. “Thank you, Ev. I love you too.” She plucked the keys from him and headed downtown.

At the spa, Karen’s services started in the room where she had her waxing so many weeks ago. She remembered the pain with a newfound glee.

She pulled herself up onto the table and only had to wait a couple of minutes before the girl came in.

“Tirty six, Miss?”

“Actually, today I’m getting the seventy-eight.”

The girl’s eyes opened just a bit. “Ah good. Ok. For here, same as tirty-six. You keep still now?”

Karen laughed remembering kicking Lily the first time. Evidently the incident was well known as this new girl seemed a bit reluctant to get within striking distance of Karen’s feet.

“Better help me keep still; I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ok, Miss.” The girl pulled the stirrups out and with a quick and practiced motion, had Karen’s ankles secured and her hands above her head.

Karen let out a low hum of satisfaction as the sticky goo suffused her legs with a warm glow. Then, as expected, the girl pulled the goo and ripped out Karen’s hair. Karen arched her back with the pain. Then she started to laugh.

“You ok, Miss?”

“Oh yes. I’m fine. It just doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did the first time. I’m a bit disappointed!”

The girl laughed. “Not so much hair now.”

The next rip was harder and faster. Karen cried out for real and pulled against her bounds. Yes, this was more like it. She let the pain fill her.

The girl softened the pain by playing with Karen’s clit, feeding her pleasure along with her agony. But evidently Karen just hadn’t grown enough hair to take her all the way. When the girl finished, Karen was glowing, but had not climaxed.

The girl let her up and helped her off the table. Karen’s next stop was a full body deep tissue massage. The small masseuse had a surprising strength considering her slight frame. By the time Karen was done with this and taken to the hot tub for a soak, a delicious tingle of anticipation crawled up Karen’s spine.

She knew Lily had something special planned but, as usual, she didn’t know exactly what. It seemed there was some sort of translation difficulty. Karen wasn’t sure if the girls at the spa didn’t know the names for what they were doing, or there was some sort of taboo against discussing it, or even a misunderstanding of her questions, but she never seemed to be able to get a clear description of a service before she agreed to it. Not that it mattered much any more. She was always more than satisfied with her experiences.

After her bath, Karen was escorted back beyond the locked doors at the end of the corridor. The air seemed to change as the lacquered panel closed behind her. The carpets deadened all sound and the air was warm and fragrant.

Karen was taken further down the corridor than ever before. The last door was big and heavy and when opened revealed a room with dark red draperies hung from the walls and ceiling. Tall torchier lamps were stationed as sentinels at the four corners of the rooms. The lamps had snatches of fabric blowing above them giving the impression of flames and making the light flicker. The center of the room belonged to a large four poster bed covered in crimson satin pillows.

Karen’s eye’s widened as she looked around taking it all in. This room was straight out of Arabian Nights. She wiped her hands on her terry cloth robe without noticing. Her belly was on fire. She knew she still had several hours here and she wanted it all. By now she knew the drill and immediately took off her robe and handed it to the girl.

The girl gestured to the bed.

“Ok, Miss, lie down on back please?”

Karen complied and was immediately snapped into cuffs and secured spread eagled on the bed.

“Today is all surprise for you.” The girl produced a blindfold from under the bed. “Ok, Miss?”

Karen felt a thrill course through her body. A blindfold! Lily had never blindfolded her before.

“Ok, go ahead.”

The already dark room disappeared behind the black leather. Karen heard the door open and shut again. There were some soft voices in Chinese. Karen felt exposed again, but now she revelled in her vulnerability.

She felt someone get on the bed between her legs. Then a warm breath of air brushed across her freshly bare cunt. Karen moaned and tried to spread her legs wider, aching for a touch. Another breath, and then a lick, followed by another breath.

Karen’s clit called out for rougher treatment, but the licking continued. Karen bucked in the bounds trying to force her cunt into the girls face. It didn’t work of course, but the girl continued to eat her leisurely building her up to a climax in a slow and deliberate manner. By the time the girl thrust her fingers into Karen’s cunt she was well and truly ready to explode. And explode she did, into a glorious display of colour, arching against her bounds and crying her passion to the ceiling.

“Oh my God,” Karen whispered as her body continued to tingle with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

This was just the beginning though. After only a few moments, there were hands all over Karen’s body. Rubbing, kneading, pinching her flesh on her belly, hips, legs and breasts. Karen could not count the hands, there were many, and she flowed with the sensations, pulling and writhing under the onslaught. The hands on her breasts grabbed her nipples and pinched, hard. Karen arched her back crying out, but the pinching held tight. Clips were fastened onto her tight little nubs, sending waves of pleasure right through to her dripping cunt.

Then the flogging started. Softly at first, the leather falls brushed her thighs and hips like a caress. Karen moaned knowing this was just the start. Sure enough the strikes got faster and harder, each one sending Karen flying higher. She started to moan, then cry, then scream with the hits.

Suddenly they stopped. Karen’s body was alive crawling, needing. She cried out in anguished frustration. “More. Please. More.”

She felt someone crawl over her body to kneel across her breasts. Fingers combed through her hair then gripped painfully in her locks. Her face was roughly lifted into a girl’s shaven and fragrant cunt. Karen’s mouth opened almost of its own volition; her tongue exploring what she could not see. The girl was sweet almost like a mango. Karen reached further with her mouth and was delighted to find the little ring through the hood of the girl’s clit. This must be Lily. She tried to catch the metal ring in her teeth, but was distracted by the continuing fall of the flogger across her belly and her thighs. The girl rubbed her clit across Karen’s face hard and fast until in a final spasm released her sweet juice in a spurt into Karen’s mouth. The girl’s thighs quivered then she released Karen’s head and crawled off her chest. All the time the flogging continued. Karen had never felt so used before and loved it. She surrendered to the sensations.

A hand caressed her throbbing skin. A gentle brush across the welts Karen could feel on her thighs and belly. The fingers probed her cunt, parting her folds, dipping into her wetness and finally clamped down on her hard little clit. Karen bucked with the pain, but the fingers wouldn’t let go. The flogging continued around the clips on her nipples and the finger that held her clit so effectively.
Karen was flying so high now she was hardly even aware of her orgasms anymore. One after the other piled on top of each other, pushing her limits.

She was barely conscious when she felt the shift in weight on the bed. Someone was beside her near her face. She heard a zipper opening and a bolt of panic sliced through her. There was only one thing that made that particular sound.

“No!” She cried, turning her face away from the intruder. “Not that!” Her arousal evaporated and she thrashed against her chains. “No! Let me up. I’m not doing that!” She continued to pull against her chains whipping her head from side to side. If any cock got near her, she’d smash it with her head or bite it off.

“Shhh. It’s ok, Karen. It’s ok.” Hands grabbed her head to stop the frantic movement.

Karen froze. She knew that voice. A sick dread filled her. The hands that held her reached behind her head and removed her blindfold. The brightness blinded her for a moment.

“Susan? What? Oh my God, Susan! What are you doing here?” Karen squinted trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

“Making sure my boss gets what she needs of course.” Susan’s face slowly came into focus. Her assistant was wearing a tight shiny red leather corset, and matching thigh high boots. “And what she needs right now is some cock. So I thought I’d bring one you’d like. Come boy!” Susan pulled on a leather leash and Karen’s eyes flew open in surprise.

At the end of the leash Karen’s husband lurched into view. He was naked under a leather harness, a powerful erection standing in the middle of a zipped open codpiece. Karen had never even imagined him like this!

“Hi there, darling. Having a good time?” The grin on Everett’s face told Karen all she needed to know. “My silly girl. Why didn’t you just tell me this is what you wanted?”

“How could I say anything?” Karen managed to get the words out “It’s so fucking perverted! But what are you doing here? In that get up? With Susan?”

Susan pushed Everett closer to Karen’s face. “You who are so clever! I would think it was obvious. I’ve been keeping track of your progress. Your poor husband figured you were having an affair coming home all covered in bruises! You even had the nerve to think you were being subtle. So when he asked me about it, I figured, rather than emotionally torture the man, I should invite him and physically torture him instead. And as my cousin owns this place, I had no problem in arranging it. Now enough questions, girl! Time’s a wasting. Oh how I love to see you like this. Miss Always-in-control, all vulnerable. Hmm. I wonder what we could do with you now. A bit more pain at least, I think. Such a wonderfully sexy pattern of welts. Perhaps we should turn her over to complete the pattern on the other side. What do you think, boy?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am. You could flog the skin off her ass while I fuck her mouth.”

“Everett!?!?! Susan?!?” Karen’s outrage was losing the battle with her excitement. “Do I get any say in this?”

The two of them looked at Karen bound to the bed. It was Susan who answered, “No. Not really. We are agreed on this. You will be whipped, eaten, fucked and used all afternoon. You might even have to watch your husband being flogged and used for my pleasure. Do you have any objections to that?”

Karen could hardly believe this. Her assistant and her husband had colluded to give her the fantasy ride of her life. She looked at Everett again in his leather harness, his leash still in Susan’s hand. She hadn’t seen him look so alive in years. Suddenly Karen felt new hope for their marriage.

“No, Ma’am.”

“Good girl. Lily, will you pass me the crop please? Into position, boy.” Susan took a few practice swings with the instrument as Everett pulled himself up on the bed beside Karen’s head.

“Oh, Everett, I do love you and I am so sorry.”

“For what, darling?”

“For wasting so much time! I should have told you earlier.”

“Yes, you should have. And next time you will. Ready Ma’am.”

Susan turned to the girls. “That’ll be all, Lily; I think I can take it from here and thank you.”