Susan’s Submission Chapter 8

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Susan’s Submission Chapter 8CHAPTER 8 Peter and Susan sat and discussed at length the experience. Susan related how she had nearly panicked when she was hoisted from her feet by her breasts. She’d learned that it was necessary to remain very still, or even more stress would be applied to her breasts. Peter chuckled and commented that she hadn’t remained very still while she had climaxed. Susan chuckled too and said that she wasn’t very aware of much at that moment. She also wasn’t absolutely sure what had happened when she came the last time. She hadn’t figured it out until after she started to calm down. She went on to describe the sensation as the most intense of her life. At one point, Peter asked Susan to stand, as she did, he rose from his chair and walked around her, carefully inspecting her backside. He told her that he wanted to apply some salve to the welts on her backside, then left the room. Returning only a minute later, he opened the jar he held, and lightly rubbed the salve on her wounds. The salve seemed to take most of the sting that remained back there away as well. They chatted on for awhile, and Peter asked if Susan was hungry. She was, so he led her once again, upstairs, and to the outdoor patio. She was still conscious of the plug in her rear, but was becoming somewhat accustomed to it and this time, Susan didn’t hesitate at walking outdoors with no clothes. She thought about that as she took her seat at the patio table, it hadn’t been so much because she knew no one else would see her, rather, she felt that she was no longer ashamed or embarrassed by her nudity. Peter brought out their lunch, and they talked casually, the warm afternoon sun felt good onSusan’s exposed flesh, but became too much after awhile, and Peter told her that perhaps a bath would be in order. Susan agreed. She padded after Peter as he led her up the stairs, and once again through the Master bedroom into the bath. He instructed her to remove her wrist and ankle cuffs, and started to fill the tub. He added the bath salts as he had the previous day, and once again, the scentof lavender filled the room. Susan was kneeling and taking off her ankle cuffs as he was putting the salts back into the cupboard. Without thinking, Susan looked down at Peter’s groin, and saw that he was aroused. Having removed her ankle cuffs, she remained in her kneeling position while she worked the buckles of her wrist cuffs, and finally removed those as well. Peter moved in front of Susan, holding out his hand. Susan picked up all four cuffs and handed them to him. He took them and placed them on the counter and again turned to his kneeling slave. “I wonder if you know what I’m thinking,” he asked. Susan smiled, and nodded, using her head to point at his groin, “I think I do,” she replied, “it’s becoming a little obvious,” she added, suppressing a laugh. “Why don’t you show me what you think you can do about this,” he said, taking a step closer to her. Susan reached up and unbuckled the belt at his waist, then opened his trousers. She slid his trousers and undershorts down his legs, then raised herself up on her knees. Grasping his semierect penis in her hand, she opened her mouth, and felt its length slide into her. As she closed her mouth around him, she felt the bulbous head with her tongue, circling his penis as it was in her warm mouth. She could feel his smooth shaft as it lay on her tongue,then she started to move her head, causing his cock to slide between her lips easily. She felt him grow to full erection in her mouth. With her slender fingers around the base of his shaft, she could feel his pulse. She felt his hand move to her head, but he did not push her with it, rather he seemed to use it to guide her tempo, as if encouraging her. Shequickened the tempo of her head moving back and forth, with each plunge into her mouth, she felt the soft tip of his cock, as it touched the back of her mouth. In another minute, she was moving fast, and using her hand to pump the base of his shaft,she felt Peter tremble slightly. Taking this as a sign that he was close, she increased the tempo as well as the pressure she applied to his cock with her mouth. A few seconds later, she heard a low groan from Peter, then he plunged his cock deeply into her mouth and heldit there. Susan started to choke, but brought that under control by opening her throat, felt the first spurt of his semen as it hit the back of her mouth. She held him inside of her mouth, using her hand to squeeze the base of his cock and pump slightly. He came inside of her mouth, spurt after spurt. She tasted his ejaculate and continued to pump and suck. Peter softly grunted as he climaxed, he felt the warm wet sensation of Susan’s mouth surrounding hismember, and the tugging in his loins as he came. As his climax ended, Peter opened his eyes and looked down at Susan. She was looking back at him with her blue eyes, her lips still around his shaft. Still holding his cock in her slender hand, she slowly moved her head back, allowing the head to pass through her lips and out of her mouth. As his cock left her, she raised her chin a bit, still staring into his eyes, and surprising even Peter, swallowed the semen that he had left in her mouth. Susan had never swallowed a man’s semen before, in fact only once had she ever allowed a man to cum in her mouth, and she almost immediately spit it out. As she stared into Peter’s eyes, she wanted to do this, almost instinctively, as if to demonstrate her gratitude at all he had done for her this weekend. So, she swallowed his seed, feeling it slide easilydown her throat. Then, once again, opened her mouth and took him inside it again. She sucked and licked the head, then his shaft. She could feel the occasional twitch or spasm as the aftermath of his climax was allowing it to fade. When she was sure he’d been properly cleaned there, she again allowed the head of his penis to slip from her lips. He was still watching her intently, and looked back into his eyes as she again raised her head. As Peter stepped back, he bent to raise his trousers and shorts. He fastened the waist of his trousers, zipped up his fly, then buckled the buckle of his belt. “Why don’t you stand up for a minute?” he asked, standing back to allow her room. Once she stood, he told her to bend at the waist and grab her ankles. Susan stiffly bent over, and felt Peter moving behind her. He’d grasped the flared base of the butt plug that was still lodged in her backside, and Susan could feel pressure there, as he started to pull. She felt herself once again widen there, and nearly panicked as it stretched her widely. She then reasoned that it had gone in, and would most certainly have to be able to come out,so she relaxed her muscle, and felt the widest part of the plug as it finally and somewhat painfully passed through that once tiny opening. Peter looked at her anus as he withdrew the plug. It stretched as the widest part of the plug passed through her opening, then it came easily, the rest of the way out. His eyes stayed focused on her opening, and the way that it stayed partially open after he’d removed the butt plug. In a few moments, it started to slowly return to its original size. “Why don’t you use the toilet then bathe?” he asked, and then setting the butt plug on the counter next to her ankle and wrist cuffs, turned and left the bathroom, turning to close the double doors as he did. Susan straightened and somehow felt empty back there. The butt plug had filled her there for such a long time, it now, somehow didn’t seem normal. She moved to the toilet and sat. After a few minutes, she felt Peter’s semen, slipping through her tiny opening, from her and into the toilet. She waited for it all to come out, then cleaned her backside with toilet paper, flushed the toilet and rose. She stepped into the tub, the hot water felt good as she slowly lowered herself into the bath. She rested her back against the back of the tub, enjoying the sensation, then remembered the switches that operated the tub’s Jacuzzi jets. She turned them on and lay back, enjoying the relaxing aroma and the jets of hot water that massaged her aching body. After what Susan figured to be about ten minutes had passed, Susan wondered if Peter was going to return. She bent forward and retrieved the soap and facecloth and began to bathherself. Finishing this task, she debated whether to shampoo her hair again, and decided to. When she’d finished, she once again leaned back, her back resting on the back of the tub, and placed the damp face cloth over her eyes. She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of the jets, massaging her aching muscles. Only after several minutes longer, she heard the door to the bathroom open. She pulled the folded facecloth from over her eyes and turned her head and watched Peter as he moved to the tub. He was smiling as he sat on the edge of the tub. “I see you didn’t wait for me to bathe you today,” he said, still smiling. “I wasn’t sure…,” She started, then Peter interrupted. “It’s alright, I had several things to take care of, and didn’t realize I’d been gone so long,” he said. “I’ve already told you that I have a small dinner party planned here this coming Saturdayevening, and of course I do hope you can come. I want to introduce you to some friends of mine.” “Of course, I can come,” Susan interjected. “That’s wonderful news, I am happy. Of course, Fiona will have your dress ready in time, and I do want to give you a treat.” he explained. He told her how he would have his chaufferpick Susan up early on Saturday morning and drive her to a uşak escort bayan spa. She would spend the day there, getting a massage, having her hair done, and so forth. When she was finished,his driver would bring her straight to his house where she could dress and otherwise prepare for the party. Susan watched him as he talked. There was such a gentle nature about him, and it was difficult for her to imagine that he had only an hour earlier had caused her so much pain. She hung on his words, and felt excited at the prospect of attending his dinner party and meeting his friends. Peter asked if Susan would be available on Thursday evening, as he had another surprise in store for her. Susan thought then told him that she had nothing planned on Thursday evening. “I can’t meet you, but I will have my chauffer pick you up at your work when you get off,” he said. He went on to explain that there was a procedure for permanent hair removal. “I’d like you to have your legs and underarms treated, so you won’t need to shave there anymore,” he explained. Susan nodded, uncertain about this procedure. Peter saw the small doubt in her eyes, and explained that this clinic used an entirely painless laser procedure to permanently remove hair. He told her reassuringly, I will send some pamphlets to you tomorrow or the next day that explain the entire process, if you still have any doubt, you needn’t go through it. Then, as if reading her mind, he told Susan thathe would not have them permanently remove her pubic hair. He did however, want her to keep that area shaved for now, every other day. She was not to shave her legs or armpits until Thursday evening, but he wanted her to start shaving her pubic region. Susan’s mind raced, certainly she would enjoy not having to shave her legs or arm pits any more, but she was apprehensive about shaving that delicate area between her legs. Peter had given her no choice when he had her bound to the table, and removed the hair there. “There are a few more ‘rules’ that I want you to follow,” Peter said, seriously. “First, with only a few exceptions, you will not wear any undergarments, that includes bras or panties, without my express permission.” Susan sat stunned, she thought about work and wearing nothing underneath. She understood that her wardrobe really contained nothing revealing and she could probably getaway with no bra or panties under her clothing. Peter continued, “As I mentioned earlier, you will keep yourself shaved between your legs, at least every other day, until I give you permission to stop.” He looked at the concern in Susan’s eyes, and asked if she were having reservations about their arrangement. Susan didn’t want to upset this man, she heard her willingness to belong to him come into question, “I’ll do anything you ask,” she replied. “Good, but I need to know if you really mean that,” he said. “Are you willing to obey me, whatever I ask, whenever I ask it?” Susan looked into his eyes, and realized that she did belong to him, she nodded her head as she answered, “Yes I am. I’ll do whatever pleases you.” Peter then reviewed the rules he’d spelled out for Susan when she’d first arrived at his place. “With only a few exceptions, you will stop each time you enter this house, and remove all of your clothing. I want you nude in this house all of the time, unless I tell you otherwise.” “Perhaps most importantly,” Peter explained, “You are not to play with yourself,masturbate, or otherwise have an orgasm without my permission and consent.” Susan nodded as he continued. “If you are at home and feel the urge to pleasure yourself, you will first call me for permission. I’m not likely to give it, but then again, I may.” Susan told Peter that she understood, and would obey these rules. With that Peter asked if Susan was finished bathing. She acknowledged that she was, and reached up to turn off the Jacuzzi jets of the tub. Peter had retrieved a bath towel from the rack, and waited while she stepped from the tub. Peter dried her, then told her that if she wanted to brush or comb her hair, he was going downstairs for a few minutes, and would return shortly. Susan walked to the mirror and picked up the comb and combed the tangles from her hair. She could barely see the small indentations on her flesh from where the clothes pins had clamped her. Most had disappeared altogether. She turned around, to get a view of her backside. She saw the welts left by the cane, and touched them gingerly with the tips of her fingers. As she turned back, she saw her wrist and ankle cuffs on the counter next to the sink. She idly picked up the black rubber butt plug, and imagined how it must have looked as it slid into her tiny backside. Soon, Peter returned and offered Susan a tour of his home. As he led her through each room, she became fascinated by the décor and the elegance of his home. After they finished their tour of the house, Peter took her outside and they walked together through his garden, then towards the rear of the large lot. To one side, Susan saw stables. When she asked Peter about them, a small smile came across his face, and he responded that he had no horses, but was contemplating buying one. Walking a bit further, Susan could see the other side of the stables, and noticed dirt piled high, and what appeared to be a track. She did notice that the track was quite small, perhaps only an eighth of a mile around. She asked Peter about it, and he acknowledged that it was to be a track, that it was still under construction however, and wouldn’t be finished for about another two or three weeks. He gave no explanation for the small size of the track, and Susan didn’t ask. As they finished their walk, it was getting late. Peter asked Susan if she would like a light dinner, and she agreed. They sat at the counter of his kitchen on stools eating the light meal, and talked casually. Peter asked her where she worked and what time she ended her day. Susan told him, and wondered what that might be about, then as if reading her mind, he explained that he would like to pick her up after work on Wednesday so they could have dinner. At one point, Peter mentioned that he should take Susan home, and she agreed. She watched as Peter rose from his stool, and opened the door into the hallway, leading her back up the carpeted stairs to the second floor. He opened the doors to the guest room, and stepped aside, allowing Susan to pass. “Your clothes are hanging in the closet and your jewelry is there on the dresser,” he saidpointing. When he’d closed the door, leaving Susan alone, she found her dress hanging in the closet, it had been cleaned and was neatly pressed. She noticed her high-heeled shoes on the end of the bed, along with her stockings. Her panties were missing, but then she remembered Peter’s admonition against wearing underclothes. She was dressed in a few minutes, putting her earrings into her ear lobes, when Peter knocked softly then walked into the room. Peter drove Susan home, there wasn’t any conversation, but Susan sat, watching the scenery then the city come into view. She reflected on her time at Peter’s house since Friday evening, and decided that it was what she wanted to do, and that even though painful, she had found herself more fulfilled than ever before. Susan woke Monday morning and remembered to shave between her legs as Peter had instructed. She found it awkward, not being able to see herself down there, and decided she would have to buy a small mirror, she could set it on the floor as she sat on the edge of her bathtub. Her day was rather mundane, she waited for five o’clock then left work and went home. Shortly after she’d entered her apartment, the doorbell rang. Looking through the peep hole, she saw a delivery man standing outside. She asked through the door who it was. “I have a package for Susan Dougherty, maam,” came the reply. Susan opened the door a bit, and the delivery man handed her a large brown envelope. He held his pad for her to sign, then tore off a copy of the delivery receipt and handed it to her. As she closed the door, she opened the clasp of the envelope, and looking inside, could see several pamphlets along with a dvd video disc. As she pulled the pamphlets from the envelope, she saw a folded note. It read, “I hope you find the literature useful in making your decision, and the video enlightening as well.” The note was signed “Peter.” She sat on her sofa, and opened the first brochure, reading about the removal of hair permanently using a laser. She noticed that the pamphlets contained a great deal of information about the procedure and studies that had been done on the topic by various renowned hospitals around the country. Her fears had been put to rest and she put the brochures aside. She stood with the dvd, and turned her television and dvd player on. She inserted the disc, and picked up the remote control. As she sat, she pushed the play button, and expected tosee this procedure being performed. Instead she saw something very different. Susan sat with her mouth open aghast at seeing her own image on the television. She was standing in Peter’s dungeon room, and removing her jewelry, she turned and laid the jewelry down on the wooden table, then turned again and removed her dress. Susan was flabbergasted at this video. She fast forwarded the video, and when she stopped it, she saw herself d****d over the vaulting horse, Peter held the paddle in his hand, then raised it and struck her backside. She fast forwarded the video again, and saw herself bound to the wooden cross, Peter was using the quirt escort uşak to lash her breasts. She stopped the video and set the remote control down. She sat stunned, and wondered how this could have happened to her without her knowing, or without Peter telling her. Sherewound the video, and started watching from the beginning. She noted that the camerawas stationary, and didn’t move. She’d moved from her original position, directly beneath the hoist and moved to the corner of the dungeon, the film was edited so that another camera caught her movements as she lapped the water from the bowl on the floor in the corner, then as she moved to the table, another camera captured her as she was about to get on the table. She watched as her pubic hair was being clipped by Peter, who obviously knew where each camera was located and was careful not to stand between Susan and the cameras. Susan watched the entire video. It was nearly four hours in length, and though it had been edited,captured nearly every scene she’d gone through in the dungeon. Susan winced as she saw herself hoisted by her wrists, clothes pins adorning her breasts, stomach, and even those that dangled from her sex. She watched as Peter pressed the vibrator to her, and saw the onset of her climax. She winced as she watched Peter pull the leather laces and the attached clothespins from her body. Susan was able to relive the experience, and sat intrigued as she watched herself clearly ejaculate with her orgasm. It excited her, the memory of the experience excited her. As the scene was ending, she looked at her watch and picked up the phone and called Peter. “Hello,” he answered. “I got the package you sent, thank you,” she said rather coldly. She wasn’t angry any longer,but wanted Peter to think she was. “Great, did it help you to overcome your doubts?” he asked innocently. “Oh yes,” she answered, “I think it’s a wonderful idea and would like to have the procedure done on Thursday like we’ve discussed.” Peter couldn’t help but ask, “Did you happen to watch the video?” “Yes,” she answered then paused, “I did find it enlightening.” and couldn’t help but laugh at her joke. “You’re not upset?” he asked. “I was at first,” she answered, “I wasn’t expecting that.” Peter explained that he had small high definition cameras mounted in various places around the room, and microphones as well, to capture the audio. He explained that he hesitated at sending the video, then decided to, not being sure why. Susan told him that while she was genuinely angry when she first started watching, shedecided to watch the whole video. “By the time it was over, I found it arousing” she finished. Peter asked if she was excited now. She was. He asked if she was wearing anything under her outer clothing. She wasn’t. He asked if she’d shaved between her legs this morning. She had. Then he asked if she was wet down there. She was. Peter then asked if she was touching herself. She wasn’t, but told him that she was thinkingabout it. He reminded her of the rules that she was never to do that without his express permission. Susan thought a moment, she was enormously excited, having just watched the video, and after having spoken with Peter. She wanted to massage herself to climax, but knew what she had to do. “Sir, may I please masturbate?” she asked in a soft voice. “Is this something you really want to do?” he replied with a question of his own. “Of course it is,” came her instant reply. “Call me back in thirty minutes, I’ll have decided by then.” he answered, then quickly added, “Goodbye.” and hung up the phone. Susan hung up her phone, looking at it for a few seconds. She was unsure what that was all about, but would honor his request, or was it a command? She rewound the video a bit, wanting all the while to lift her skirt and touch her hairless sex. She stopped rewinding and pushed the Play button on the remote. This scene showed her standing at the foot of the wooden table, her ankle cuffs clipped to the rings in the legs of the table, her torso bent and stretched over the top, her arms extended, the ropes that tied her wrist cuffs to the rings set in the far corner of the table’s top. Peter had the cane in his hand and delivered the first blow. Susan watched her own dramatic reaction to the blow. She continued to watch the scene, but her mind drifted to her own moist situation between her legs. She was growing more and more anxious, but refused to give in to her own urge. After she watched the video, she looked at her watch, and only after thirty minutes had passed, she picked up the phone and called Peter again. He answered and immediately asked if she’d obeyed him. Susan answered that she had, but that she had watched more of the video and was now very aroused. “I won’t often give it, but this one night, I’ll allow you to pleasure yourself. I want you to acknowledge that it is only because I’ve given you my permission, that you may do this.”Susan answered, “I understand, and I do thank you for allowing me to do this,” she said.“I will leave you to your business,” he said then added, “Goodnight.” and he hung up. Susan stopped the video and removed it from the dvd player. She shut off the television, and the lights in her living room, carrying the dvd disc to her bedroom. She turned on the television in her bedroom, and inserted the dvd into the player there, and undressed. In a moment she was nude and atop her bed. As she pressed the Play button on the remote, her hand was already massaging the puffy lips of her bald sex. On Wednesday, Susan emerged from her office building and found Peter standing next to his car. She walked over to him and he opened the door and she got in. Peter drove them to a nice restaurant, and they talked over dinner. As they finished, he told her that while he would have liked to have spent more time than this together, he had work and some phone calls he needed to make that evening and would thus have to take Susan home. When Susan left work on Thursday, she saw a tall man dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform. As Susan emerged from the office building, he moved toward her. “Miss Susan?” he asked. “Yes, I am,” Susan answered. “My name is Charles. Mr. Peter told me to pick you up here,” he explained. He led the woman back to the car and opened the door for her. As he drove, Charles explained that he had the address to which Susan was to be driven. Susan could not help but ask how Charles had known that she was Susan instead of one of the hundreds of other women that came from the building. “That’s easy Miss,” Charles replied smiling, “Mr. Peter gave me your photograph.” He raised his hand and flipped down the driver’s side visor, and took the photo, handing it back to her. Susan took the photo, and saw it was a picture of herself. It was an enlargement of one of the frames of video, taken while she was still dressed in Peter’s dungeon. Because the frame had been enlarged, she couldn’t make out any of the background, or tell where she was when the photo had been taken, but she could plainly see that it was a photo of herself. She handed the photo back to Charles and in another minute, they pulled up to a tallbuilding. As Charles pulled up to the entrance, he looked in the mirror and told Susan thatMr. Peter had told him to let her know that she wanted to take the elevator to the f******nth floor. Charles said that he understood that she was going to be inside for a few hours, but told her that he would be waiting for her when she was finished, and that he would take her home. Susan stepped out of the car, as Charles held the door, then went into the entrance. A large reception desk was inside, and past that was a bank of elevators. Susan went to the elevator and one of the doors opened as she was about to press the button. Getting off the elevator on the f******nth floor, Susan looked to her right and left and spotted the lobby for the clinic she was looking for. As she went through the door, the receptionist at the reception desk stood and greeted her. “Are you Susan Dougherty?” she asked. Susan nodded her response. “Mr. Fleming, made your appointment and told us to expect you.” she politely told Susan, “Would you follow me?” She led Susan to a small treatment room, and told her to make herself comfortable, and that someone would be right with her. It took only a few moments and a technician joined Susan in the small room, thankfully it was another woman. She sat and explained the procedure to Susan in detail and answered Susan’s questions. The treatment took nearly two and a half hours, but was painless and as she left the clinic, Susan realized that she would no longer need to concern herself with shaving her legs or underarms again. Charles, true to his word, was waiting for her in the limo. As they pulled away from the clinic, Charles told Susan that Mr. Peter had called and wanted her to call him when she was finished. She could use the cell phone in the car. Susan found the telephone, and pressed the numbers from memory. Peter answered and asked how everything went. Susan told him that it went quite well. Peter explained that he was sorry, he couldn’t have been there to meet her, but was having some business difficulties. He told Susan that hewouldn’t be able to meet her the following evening either, but that he would have Charles pick her up at her house early Saturday morning, for her day at the spa. Susan was disappointed at the news, but told Peter that she was looking forward to seeing him Saturday evening. Charles drove her home, and as she entered her apartment, sheimmediately undressed and inspected uşak escort her underarms and legs in her bathroom mirror. The laser treatment had removed virtually all of her hair stubble and she undressed and went to bed early. Saturday morning came, and Susan rose early. She showered and even though she had shaved her pubic area the day before, she shaved again this morning. She had bought a round mirror and while she normally kept it on her dresser, she moved it to the floor of herbathroom and angled it so that she could see between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bathtub and shaved that area. She was ready when Charles knocked on her door promptly at seven o’clock. He was smiling broadly as she opened her door. She picked up her purse and started toward the opened door when Charles interjected. “Mr. Peter mentioned that you didn’t need to bring anything with you today,” looking at her purse. Susan understood, and set her purse on her coffee table, taking her keys from it, and walked through the door Charles held for her. Susan watched the view through her window as Charles drove her, through the same suburb where Peter lived and further into the country. Soon they pulled into a long drive that lead to what appeared to be an enormous mansion, and as Charles pulled up to the entrance, a doorman moved to open and hold the door for Susan as she stepped out. As she approached the entrance, the doorman had closed the limo door and moving past Susan, opened and held the door for her to enter this mansion. As she passed through, a well-dressed woman of about forty was standing inside, smiling. “You must be Miss Dougherty,” she said, still smiling, “I’m Roberta, the Manager of Manor Spa, and I want to welcome you.” Susan thanked the woman, and watched as she held out a small card. It appeared to be a credit card. “Mr. Fleming has called and already made all arrangements for your visit here,” she explained, “and here is your platinum membership card for our Spa.” Susan took the card, looking at it saw her name embossed into the card. Roberta led her to a changing room down a corridor, and opened the door for Susan. As Susan walked in, Roberta told her that there was a robe and slippers for her in the closet and that she could change in here. Susan took off her dress, and hung it on a hanger in the closet, then put on the plush terrycloth robe. She found the slippers and put them on her feet as well. When she closed the closet door, she found a floor length mirror on the wall nearby and saw her image. She turned slightly, lifting the back of her robe, and found that her marks from the weekend before had vanished, not even a trace of bruising or the welts on her backside could be seen. As she lowered her robe, she could not help but think of the vast difference of her experience this weekend from that of the previous. She spent the day being led from one place to another. The day started with a massage, then a mud bath, followed by a body wrap. She had her face and neck massaged, and was treated to a manicure and pedicure. She watched as the nail polish was being applied to her toenails, it was bright red. Her fingernails were then painted the same bright red color. She hadn’t been asked what color or shade she’d preferred, and she wondered how they knew what color to use. Susan was taken to a beauty salon, actually, there was only one chair in the room. A slender man who introduced himself as Gene, moved to the woman, raised his hand and ran his fingers through Susan’s short hair. He told her that he really wouldn’t need to cut much and that he could style her hair wonderfully for her. Susan told Gene that he was in charge, and that he should do whatever he felt necessary. She sat in the chair, and watched him work. When he had finished, her hair had never looked so good. Gene had washed, rinsed, cut and styled her hair so that it swept back a bit on the sides, giving her an elegant look. She’d never considered this style and saw that itreally suited her. She thanked the man profoundly, then the door opened and another attendant led Susan toa beauty salon. Susan sat in the chair and allowed the woman to apply makeup to her face. Closing her eyes as the shadow was applied lightly to her eyelids. She had never been so pampered in her life. When the cosmetics had been applied, she saw a beautiful woman looking back at her from her reflection. She had put on her clothes in the changing room, and when she left the building, Charleshad pulled the limousine to the entrance and was holding the door for her. Once he was driving her again, he looked in his rearview mirror, and told Susan, “You really look beautiful, Miss Susan. Not that you didn’t before,” he added smiling. Susan felt beautiful. She’d spent nearly the entire day at the spa and now, somewhat nervously, clutched the membership card in her hand. Soon, Charles pulled into a familiar drive. She was at Peter’s place. He drove to the entrance of the house and once stopped, Charles quickly came to the rear door of the limo, opened and held it for Susan. She thanked him as she stepped out. As she moved to the door of his home, she was surprised as the door opened for her. A man dressed in formal attire held the door for her. “Good evening, Miss Dougherty,” he announced formally, “My name is Robert. Mr. Fleming has asked that you meet him upstairs in the guest bedroom.” Susan passed through the door as Robert held it for her, and moved to the stairway to thesecond floor. As she climbed the stairs, she saw Peter at the top, smiling as he saw her. “It’s so good to see you again,” he said warmly, “follow me.” He led her to the guest bedroom, and opened the door, allowing Susan to walk past him. He followed her into the room. “If you look in the closet, you can see that Fiona has been busy.” he said, “In fact, she’s made several dresses for you.” Susan walked to the closet and saw five dresses hanging in a row, they were all beautiful. She was trying to decide which to wear for the evening, when Peter pointed out that her clothes for this evening had been laid out for her on the bed. She’d walked past the bed and hadn’t noticed. She moved to the bed and sure enough, a long black evening gown was laid out, as were a pair of sheer black silk stockings. On the floor at the foot of the bed were a pair of elegant black high-heeled shoes. Susan touched the fabric of the dress and noticed that it was very plush velvet. As she picked up the gown, she could see the deep bluish tint of the fabric. She turned to Peter, holding the dress in front of her. “Oh, thank you so much,” she beamed. “Fiona sized your shoes from the pair that you wore here last week, I do hope they fit. Also, there is some jewelry on the dresser I hope you’ll wear this evening,” he said. “I’ll leave you to change, I have to get dressed myself, and I expect that our guests will be arriving soon.” He told Susan that he’d return in about a half hour to see if she was ready. He then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Susan walked to the dresser and found a necklace along with a matching bracelet and earrings. They were diamonds, and sparkled in the room’s light as she lifted them. The necklace was a gold necklace with diamonds studded around it’s length. The bracelet matched the necklace and she noted that the earrings consisted of a single diamond each. She set the jewelry down, and moved to the end of the bed, removing her dress and shoes. She hung the dress in the closet and sat on the edge of the bed, slipping the silk stockings over her feet. They felt so smooth and luxurious as she slid them up her leg. The wide black seam at their tops, held them firmly against her upper thigh. She reached and picked up the shoes from the floor, putting them on her feet, then standing, she noted that they fitperfectly. She then stood and lifted the dress from the bed, noticing that it had a single zipper up the side, from her waist to its top. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up. There were no straps, and she pulled the zipper at her side, till the dress closed about her body. She noticed that once fastened, the fold of fabric closed, hiding the zipper completely. It fit perfectly. She moved to the dresser and not wanting to look at her reflection in the large mirror in its stand next to the dresser, until she’d finished, she put on the bracelet then fumbled a bit with the necklace, finally getting the clasp at the back of her neck closed. She put the studs of the earrings through the opening in each earlobe, then moved in front of the mirror. Standing back a bit, she was thrilled at her appearance. Never before had she looked so elegant. The dress fit her perfectly leaving her shoulders bare and the diamond necklace accentuated her long neck so beautifully. Her shoulders were bare above the stark black dress. She thought about her nudity beneath her dress, and smiled. This would be Peter’s and her secret tonight, all the while she would appear normal to his guests, she and her lover would share the same naughty secret. Susan stood in front of the mirror for awhile, smoothing imaginary wrinkles on the dress, turning to one side then the other, looking carefully at her reflection. She then moved to the center of the room, and stood waiting for what seemed an eternity, then finally the soft knock at the door, and Peter opened it. He was dressed formally also, with a dinner jacket, tuxedo trousers, and patent leather shoes. When he saw Susan standing in the center of the bedroom, he smiled broadly. He moved to her and gave her a hug saying, “You look absolutely stunning.” With that, he bent his arm and held it for her to take, then escorted her out of the room and down the stairs. They walked down the hall, pausing and then into the sitting room. As she entered, she saw Peter’s guests.

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