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A story that is based on ideas that lthr-nck and I have been discussing for years and is finally coming to fruition! Thank you to Ningyou-Macher for helping edit.
The Spa, Chapter 4The attendant opened the door, allowing Denise to enter first. The room was about fifteen feet wide, and in the center, was a large, padded table, with something at one end that looked like a neck pillow. The padding was all white, matching the walls and the attire of the sandy-blonde haired attendant that was standing next to it.Next chapter is here:
"Ms. Miller, this is Sandy, she will be your massage technician today. Just relax and do everything she asks and you'll have a very enjoyable experience!"
"Please, just call me Denise - my students call me Miss Miller."
"Thank you Auburn," Sandy spoke to the attendant that had brought Denise in. Auburn smiled and left, closing the door behind her. "Have you ever had a massage before, Denise?"
Denise shook her head as her eyes glanced around the room, taking everything in: there were scented candles, and bottles of oil, and towels neatly folded and stacked. The ambiance was calm, quiet, and relaxing. Though still lit enough
The Spa, Chapter 6Sandy carefully helped Denise to her feet, watching with marked interest as Denise, the former teacher-turned-drone now known as D36, continued to stare at the mirror.
"The longer you stare at your faceless form, the more your mind will empty, so please, stare away, D36," Sandy quipped, placing special emphasis on Denise's new name. Denise obeyed; there was no resistance left.
Behind the mask, invisible to both, Denise's eyes were glassy, her mouth slightly open, as she stood perfectly still - as still as her mind was now. Even when Sandy released the stupefied woman's hands, allowing Denise's arms to drop to her sides, she did not react - the last vestiges of her independent thought had floated away like a leaf in an autumn breeze.
Sandy continued to watch Denise's breathing slow, her sizeable breasts rising and falling until they too came to a standstill. At last, she reached out for Denise's wrist, feeling for her faint pulse.
"Perfect. The
A story that is based on ideas that lthr-nck and I have been discussing for years and is finally coming to fruition! Thank you to Ningyou-Macher for helping edit.
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