the club



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 e****t 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

scrub. 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 bl**d 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

across 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 sl**p.

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