0 comments/ 91232 views/ 8 favorites Sensual Touch By: Celeste999 Doctor Samantha Ewing sat back at her kitchen chair enjoying a cup of steaming peppermint tea. She had just brought her morning newspaper inside to unwrap and enjoy her daily routine. Life was routine after all and to invite a divergence from routine would simply breed discontent and disappointment in her life. Samantha learnt many years ago to keep it simple in her life. After attending university and applying herself to becoming a plastic surgeon, she had earned a lucrative salary and a prestigious place in society. But she eked out her existence in modest ways in order to prevent discouraging failings of the other people in her life. She could only rely on herself, thus she lived alone, making for herself a life that was comfortable, practical, and uncomplicated. Last week, she had strained her lower back muscles while trying to lift a heavy box up into her attic. Her back ached as she sat at her straight backed wooden kitchen chair. Leafing through the paper past all the current contemporary news, the distastefully avaricious advertisements, and the burgeoning social commentaries ever present in our media, she found the classifieds. The medical section caught her curious, wavering eyes. One particularly succinct and inviting ad captured Samantha's attention. Sore Back? Muscles Tight? All Stressed Out? Delight Yourself With Touch. Pamper Yourself With My Magic Hands. Contact Sherry Everett at 555-6678. Women Only Please. Feeling the nagging agony of her tight gnarled muscles now leaning against the wooden chair, she decided that perhaps one sinful indulgence was in order. Samantha wouldn't normally treat herself to such luxuries, but in this case she could resist the simple temptation no longer. The pain in her back was worsening and she needed to see someone about this soon. Besides, Sherry's ad was mysteriously inviting. Picking up the nearby telephone, she rang the phone number in the ad. A soft voice was heard at the other end of the line. Sherry -- "Hello there. It's pretty early for a Saturday morning." Samantha -- "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't believe 10AM on a weekend was all that early. Shall I call back later or perhaps another day?" Sherry -- "I'm awake now, sunshine. How can I help you?" Samantha -- "I strained my back trying to bite off more than I could chew when I was packing some mementoes away in my attic. I'm afraid I really need a good massage." Sherry -- "What kind of mementoes?" Samantha -- "Pardon?" Sherry -- "Heavy mementoes it seems. Were they photographs? Old diaries? Snow Globes perhaps?" Samantha -- Giggles softly, a bit amused. "Maybe they were old pulp romance novels. Or old wine corks from the bottles of wine consumed in my bitter loneliness. Could be my old porcelain dolls or my widget collection? Maybe it's the many prescription bottles I've had to take to put out of my mind the ramblings of insistently, hyper curious nosy parkers." Sherry -- "I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect or to be overly invasive. I just think a person's mementoes are very telling of a person's character." Samantha -- "I'm not mad, sweetie. They were actually patient registries from ten years ago when I first became a doctor." Sherry -- "You're a doctor? I don't think I've ever had a doctor before." Samantha -- "Well, I don't think I've ever had a massage therapist before either." Sherry -- "A first for both of thus then. What kind of medicine do you practice?" Samantha -- "I'm a plastic surgeon, Sherry. What kind of medicine do you practice?" Sherry -- "Oh I practice the art of sensual touch and aromatherapy. I encourage women of all ages to indulge for themselves the wonders and magic of my adept hands. The atmosphere of my discreet, relaxing home will leave you spellbound. My fingertips will deliver euphoria to your aching muscles. Your stresses and worries will be swept away in the wake of ever moving tides of pleasure surfing through your wanting body. You will awaken the next morning with a new raison d'aitre and a new perspective on the refreshing ways we can entreat our bodies to what they truly deserve." Samantha -- "Sounds rehearsed, sweetie. Say that three times fast." Sherry -- "You're very witty. I look forward to getting my mitts on you, sunshine." Samantha -- "Strangely enough, I look forward to that too. Shall we discuss rates and availability?" Sherry -- "Don't normally work on the weekend. It's sacred. But I'll make an exception. And the first visit is free. The first taste is free then you're hooked. And I guarantee you'll be back." Samantha -- "Like a drug dealer. *Giggles* You're very confident in your abilities, Sherry. I admire that in a woman. Could I come over today?" Sherry -- "How about now? You live in town?" The women discuss their neighborhoods and Samantha hangs up the phone after making an appointment for a half hour from then. Samantha wanted to find out how long she would be there, as she intended to run her routine errands, but Sherry replied that she would be there "as long as it takes and as long as you want to accept me as your guide to your own body." Samantha hopped into a warm shower rubbing lavender oils over her soft, supple skin. After five minutes of sudsy pleasure, she turned off the shower reaching for a fluffy towel. She carefully patted her body dry. Looking in the mirror, she saw herself naked. "Yes", she thought, "this will be good for me. Sherry seems adorable and fun and I think I've deserved a little pampering for some time. If she's half as good as she has convinced herself she is, she will at least allay the pain in my back." Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a young woman of thirty five staring back. Her long mane of blonde hair draped wet clinging to her neck and down her back. Her ample breasts, untouched by her own augmenting surgeries, still drew the attention of others, but Samantha rarely allowed herself to flaunt her body. She was an athletic lady, with a basement full of exercise equipment, and often coerced her body at the end of a long day at the office on a sojourn along the river's edge. She still was a woman that could attract the world, couldn't she? She wasn't yet over the point of no return, was she? Dismissing that thought without a direct answer, she blew dry her hair and let it curl on its own. For a rare exception, she donned a few conservative pieces of jewelry, actually used makeup, pulled on frilly undergarments of black Venetian lace, and slipped into a beautiful yellow sarong. She had never worn this particular garment which was a gift a few years back from a happy patient. There never really was a chance. But Samantha felt capricious all of a sudden. So here she was. Picking up a small clutch bag with her wallet and keys safely placed inside, she locked up her condominium heading to the underground garage. Getting to her car, she had second thoughts. She sat there for a full minute debating with herself over the merits of giving in to this temptation. She very nearly got out of the car and went upstairs to call Sherry back to cancel. But all of a sudden, she reached for the key in the ignition. And off she was to see the woman that would change her life forever. *** Samantha drove the short distance down the tree lined boulevard towards her destination. Sherry's residence and den of iniquity was merely blocks away from her comfortable home. Samantha secretly wondered if she had met the mysterious massage therapist in her wanderings of day to day life. At a grocery store or the mall innocently picking up the necessities of life. Waiting in line at the banking tellers. Perhaps they knew each other from afar, at least to see and recognize each others face, and especially since they lived virtually in the same neighborhood. Samantha mused about how this might be good for her and also marveled on Sherry's guarantee that she would gladly return to her after the first taste of her sultry offerings of pleasure. She reached to turn off the radio in her console as her mind continued to wander. She had never been to a massage therapist before. She didn't know what to expect. Would she be naked during her session? What covert secrets did Sherry have that ensured her confidence in her abilities to draw her like a moth back to raging flame? Samantha took a deep breath letting it out slowly. She pulled onto Sherry's avenue and looked down the block at the address numbers on each of the houses. She soon found the rightful number. Sherry's home was modest at first glance. The front yard was impeccably groomed. In the centre of the yard was a small pond, merely a meter deep or so, filled with colorful fish and floating lily pads. Rocks of different sizes, shapes, and colors adorned a small path around the pond. There was a little bench fashioned in red mahogany placed for comfortable afternoons of enjoying the soft breezes of nature and the pleasant surroundings Sherry afforded herself and her guests. The foliage of the front yard was flamboyant and of vibrant pastels. Samantha pulled up the cobble stoned driveway beside the '67 Corvette Stingray (a convertible at that). Her mind quickly descended to visions of a beautiful young woman zooming down the freeways with her long hair blowing in the wind. In that vision, she saw the woman look over from her seat probing deeply at her voyeur.....lowering her dark glasses and winking at her with wanton and playful lust. Samantha giggled to herself as she shook herself from that daydream. Turning off the ignition of her car, she got out of her vehicle taking with her the clutch bag she had brought. She slowly meandered up to the front door. As she reached the door and was about to press the door bell, she noticed a note on the door. It was a small envelope with her name written in calligraphy. Opening the screen door, she opened the envelope with her fast moving fingers desperate to read the message inside. Flipping open the note inside, made of the woven material often used in wedding invitations, she read the contents. Sunshine, Inside this envelope, you will find two keys. The larger of the two will let you in the back yard. Go there now and let yourself inside. Are you there yet? Close the gate behind you please. We don't want any intrusions on our frolicking, do we? As you can see, I have a pool and a hot tub. I've done pretty well in life, eh? Perhaps you might consider yourself to be in the wrong gig. And my line of work has its benefits, Samantha, as I get to surround myself with stunningly beautiful women that simply want to unleash the pleasure in their own bodies. I am their guide. So let me guide you to the little shed off to your right. The same key that let you inside the gate will let you in this little cabana. Inside, you will find a robe laying over a chair for you. Remove all your clothes. Leave all your belongings there. Rest assured, they are safe inside. Naked as the day you were born? Yummy. Throw on the robe please. It's so very soft and fluffy and smells like spring! There is a glass of freshly poured bubbly in the fridge to your left. Indulge yourself as you go and take a nice soak in the hot tub. The high trees of my yard will prevent any naughty peeping Tom or Jane's from seeing your stunning body that I will soon be entreated to what it truly deserves. There is a clock radio built into the tub. Once inside, press the red button. Close your eyes. Dismiss all thoughts. Relax. Take a deep breath. Let every muscle in your body unwind. And enjoy your tasty beverage. Let it loosen your inhibitions a bit. Make my job a little easier and your day a little brighter.. When the timer rings in a half hour, take a few laps in the pool. Let the cool waters lower the throbbing temperature in your body. Once you have swum a few laps of the breast stroke, a towel has been placed beside the pool. Pat down your body of the cool droplets of water running down your skin. Don your robe. The second key lets you inside my home. Close the sliding glass door behind you. Once again, we don't want any unexpected visitors, do we? Go up the stairs and it will lead you to your destination. Disrobe. Lay down on the table. Enjoy the music. Close your eyes. And wait for me. When I'm ready, you had better be too. Or Else. Sherry Samantha began to follow the directions of Sherry word for word. Something drew her to follow her instructions to the letter of the law. She let herself into the gate with the key found inside. Closing the gate behind her, she turned around to see through the eyes of Eve the panoramic visions of a garden of paradise. Samantha was speechless and everlastingly happy she came. *** Samantha let herself into the back gate and securely closed it behind her listening for click of the lock. Indeed, she didn't want anyone following her into the backyard either. As she turned around to take a gander at the surroundings, she found out that her first look of the "modest" residence was an optical illusion. It was a huge back yard that stretched back all the way into an excavated tract of land bounded by dense forest. The fences were tall, nearly ten feet, surrounding the perimeter of this little paradise on Earth. Along the back edge of the property, Samantha could see a trail composed of chips of wood bark ascending the hill up to a gate at the edge of the forest. That trail ran up the middle of two terraced gardens in marble. The gardens were full of lush colorful plants and exotic flowers, of the likes Samantha had never before seen, and waterfalls on each side emptied into troughs running along the edges of the terraces and seemed to sustain and feed the beautiful vegetation. Bird feeders scattered the grounds hence the sound of songbirds filled the air. Samantha saw the large pool and hot tub mentioned in Samantha's note, and a raised patio at the sliding glass door, but she immediately sauntered over to the cabana to her right. She was eager to follow her instructions, drawn to the impending surprises that Sherry undoubtedly had in store for her. Samantha was already set aback at the grounds of Sherry's private paradise, and did not expect anything this extravagant in her visit, so she hastily let herself inside. The cabana was well decorated. She found a little closet full of clothes of varying sizes and styles. She spotted a little love seat. But the most notable feature of the cabana was the presence of full sized mirrors on most of the surfaces of the walls. Every direction she looked, she saw reflections of herself. Samantha wondered if Sherry was vain. Or perhaps it was her clientele that was vain....and if so, did that include her? She spotted the fluffy robe laid over the chair, like Sherry had told her, and looked at herself taking one last deep breath. "Ok self. Show time. No backing out now. Do yourself a favor and relax." "Easier said than done, self. I'm on pins and needles here. Feels like I'm doing something racy." Realizing she was talking to herself, Samantha shook her head out of her little trance and giggled madly. Then her expression on her face became much more serious. It was a shame, she thought, that she couldn't show off the outfit she had put on for this special occasion. It was so out of character for her to dress herself in such an ostentatious way. Sighing, she let the sarong fall off her slender body onto the ground. Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to smile when it came to mind that she was still a very sexy woman. She turned in all directions looking at the mirrors that seemed to almost enhance her curves and contours. For nearly a minute she was enjoying this little self indulgence then she reached behind to unclasp her black lace bra. Samantha remembered when she bought this lingerie in Venice on her last trip to Europe. She remembered the delightful little Italian saleswoman and just how much she wanted to see her naked. She remembered her dream of later that night. Purring softly, as her bra fell down onto the floor too. She moved to look and take a profile view of herself playfully posing like a model in front of an ever clickity clacking camera. When her fingertips grazed her own nipples, she found they were hard and very sensitive. Samantha muttered a sharp little moan feeling a pulse of energy rushing through her upper body. She was a little turned on! Reaching down, Samantha eased her matching panties over her hips letting them fall to the ground as she kicked them into the growing pile of her clothes. Again, she twisted around on the spot to pose for herself. Looking back at her pale alabaster skin, she knew it was time to indulge in tanning. She had never indulged in that, but this visit today was changing her mind already about how she had been denying herself what she likely deserved. Throwing her clutch bag onto the pile of the clothes on the floor, she reached for the fluffy robe. Putting it on, she smelt the wonderful aroma in it. Whatever that smell was, it was intoxicating. She took one last look around, letting herself out of the cabana. Closing the door behind her, hearing the lock click tight, she proceeded to the hot tub. She hadn't been in a hot tub for many years. Samantha suddenly felt a pang of bashfulness. She looked around and had to convince herself nobody was watching her. After a moment, she let the robe fall onto the wooden deck alongside the tub. Stepping down into the pool, she felt the intense heat run up her legs. Slowly, she eased her whole body inside the tub. Then, she remembered the radio. Pressing the red button, some soft jazz filled the air. The wails of the trombone and the trumpet softly seeped into her. Sipping at her champagne (and finishing it quickly with a little buzz in her head), the heat permeated her body and Samantha's eyes unwittingly closed. She actually for the remaining thirty or so minutes, laid in that cauldron of steaming water, utterly relaxed. Every muscle in her body was loose. She reclined in the tub, laying her head against the edge of the tub, lost in a moment that stood still. Her day dreams were vivid. When the alarm rang out thirty minutes later, Samantha didn't even want to get out. She needed a tub just like this for her home. But she reluctantly emerged. She brought her robe to the edge of the pool. Now looking closer, she saw the bottom of the pool was decorated in a tiled mosaic of a stunningly gorgeous woman. Clothed in what appeared to a half-toga, Samantha wondered if the illustration was a rendition of Aphrodite. Finding the diving board at the edge of the pool, she dived into the water. The sudden cold of the pool woke her from the stupor of earlier....and her whole body shivered if only for a moment. But the feeling of extremes in temperature rushed through her body. She stretched her arms and legs as she exerted those relaxed muscles in a few laps of the large pool. A few minutes later, she emerged from the pool completely refreshed. Her hair straightened when it was wet and it draped and clung to her back. She found the towel Sherry had promised would be there and Samantha wiped down the excess droplets of water running down her body. She put her robe back on looking back over at the house. Taking the key from the envelope, she proceeded to the glass door. Opening the locked door, she let herself inside. Curtains were strung up in front of one hallway, and strings of beads in front of the other, preventing her from observing the undoubtedly unique décor of the home. Sighing to herself, she found the carpeted staircase and proceeded upstairs. Still no sign of Sherry, Samantha mused, wondering for a blink of a second if she was even here. But Samantha was willing to test that theory. She proceeded upstairs and entered into the one room with an open door. The room was lit with very somber lighting -- merely about ten candles all with the mixed scents of field berries -- and the walls of the room were again adorned with mirrors. A couple of chairs were on the edge of the room, and a little cabinet, but apart from those furnishings only the massage table remained. A silken sheet was draped over top of the cushion topped table. Samantha approached it, after dropping her robe over one of the chairs, and climbed up on the table. Laying down on top of the table, on her tummy, she raised her hands up and under the pillow she was resting her head on. She closed her eyes. Sensual Touch Ch. 02 Sharing stories is a new release for me, but one I intend to indulge as often as I can. Quite a few kind supporters have requested continuations of a couple of my stories. When I first wrote Sensual Touch, I was a little more bashful about my personal anecdotes. Many of these stories are drawn from personal experiences with certain additions and omissions for dramatic flair. When I first wrote this story, Samantha was introduced as the main character. In truth, Samantha is me. So I've made the name change in this chapter and will with future chapters if I write more. I hope you enjoy it. *** Sherry held me close and tight for what seemed like an eternity. Our bodies were intermingled and Sherry's hands ran soothingly down my back. Sherry's soft and warm breath tickled my neck and the top of my shoulders. This embrace felt nurturing and I didn't want to surrender the moment. Sherry -- "We're pretty sticky from body oils and ourselves, sunshine. Perhaps we need a shower?" Celeste -- "Yes, I guess we should wash it off our bodies. I just wasn't ready to move yet. It feels so right to lay here in your arms." Sherry -- "I could probably stay just like this all day, but I think we still have a lot of life in us. I'm not letting you out of my sight at all this weekend." Celeste -- "But Monday we'll have to go back to our lives, won't we?" Sherry -- "Having second thoughts about what you said earlier, sunshine?" Celeste -- "Quite on the contrary. I don't want this weekend to end." Sherry -- "I really would welcome you into my home. I just hope we can accept each other at face value. I really care for you Celeste." Celeste -- "And I care for you more than I have for anybody in a very long time, Sherry." Sherry took my hand and pulled me out of the dimly candlelit massage room to a huge bathroom. Tiles, brass fittings, and mirrors adorned the walls of the room. Sherry reached in to turn on the shower which turned out to have six jets of spraying water to fill the huge stall. Pulling me inside, we soaked our bodies as our slippery skins shed the oily slick of the massage oils. Our long manes of hair straightened in the stream of the water. Holding me close to her, my mind started to wander. It always spelt out trouble when my mind started to wander. Perhaps that is true with many women. A beautiful, sexy, and charming woman that had magical hands was soaping down my body with scented body wash. I hadn't felt this comfortable with another human being for many years. I was already feeling an affinity with Sherry far beyond friendship or the casual sex I had sampled for more years than I readily wanted to admit. While using the "L word" was impulsive, I gazed upon Sherry as she was meting out pleasure once again. It came so natural to Sherry to offer pleasure. Indeed, she had been offering that pleasure to many women for what likely amounted to many years. A deep seated discontent in my heart was trying to rear its ugly head. For many years, I shunned feelings of love or commitment for fear of breaking my fragile heart again. For the life of me, none of that mattered in the searing heat of this moment. Sherry pinned me against the back of the shower. Caught off guard, I shrieked as I fell back into the tiled wall. A devilish smirk crossed Sherry's face as she attacked me with her ravenous lips. Her lips pressed against mine while her naughty hands roamed over my naughty bits. Sherry's skilful hand cupped my ample breast while her finger and thumb caught hold of my nipple. As she pulled at my nipple already erect with desire, I moaned into her mouth. Her tongue fenced with mine. Sherry hoisted my left leg up and placed my foot on the porcelain edge of the tub. I felt her close proximity as her graceful body pinned itself against mine. She adeptly maneuvered her leg over top of my own and pressed her shaven pussy lips against mine. My mind nearly exploded as she started to grind against me. The cascades of water and soap poured down our bodies lubricating our ever moving hips. The friction of her raised labia inching along my clit sent pangs of hunger through my wanting body. Sherry's rhythm hastened as she neared her climax. I felt the undeniable hint of an orgasm culminating deep in my abdomen. As Sherry's body tightened up around me, her fingertips ran down my back and raked their way down the length of my spine. She bit her lip and her eyes rolled back into her head, but she didn't let up on her rhythm. Seeing Sherry in this state of arousal and release, I felt at one with her. I felt comfortable with the blonde haired beauty. With that, I saw stars. Screaming out her name, I felt the pressure of my orgasm erupt against Sherry. We both collapsed into each other's awaiting arms in the base of the tub. The rain of water from the shower's heads covered our panting and spent bodies as we lay in the base of the tub plastering each other's lips and necks with soft, loving kisses. I think I fell asleep in her arms. I still have no idea how I ended up there, but when I woke up I found myself clothed in a heavy terrycloth robe lain on the king sized bed of her master bedroom. Looking around the room, I could not glimpse Sherry. As if alarmed by my awakening, Sherry suddenly appeared at the bedroom door. She was carrying a tray of food and wine. She flashed me a bright smile when she became aware that I had woke up. Sherry -- "Sunshine is a sleepyhead." Celeste -- "How long have I been out?" Sherry -- "About an hour. I promise not to make you howl like that again. You really are a screamer, sunshine. You could wake the dead." Celeste -- "You better retract that and promise to do that to me often." Sherry -- "Oh if I have to." Sherry brought the tray over to the bed. She situated the legs of the tray between both of our legs and clambered under the thick duvet that was presently keeping me as warm as a hibernating fox. Looking down on the tray, I saw she had draped a tea towel over top of the contents. A bottle of wine chilled in a bucket of ice and was accompanied with a couple of glasses. Grinning at Sherry, I knew she had more tantalizing torment in store for me. As I breathed in deeply, Sherry placed a finger on my lips before I got a chance to utter a word. Reaching under the pillow behind her head, she retrieved the blindfold that had shielded my eyes from her intoxicating presence earlier in the day. I watched the last few flickerings of light fade away as she once again deprived me of my sense of sight. She kissed me on the cheek and within moments of anticipation I felt something soft and wet graze my lips. I opened my lips to nip at the tasty tidbit Sherry was offering me and the little minx pulled it back from my ravenous lips. I growled at Sherry. Sherry giggled. Leaning forward, I snapped the tasty treat from Sherry's nimble fingertips. She tried to pull her hand back in time, but before she knew it I was savoring the sweet taste from her fingertips. The sweet taste of melon, perhaps a canary melon, melted on my tongue. As I let the taste of the melon linger on my tongue, I slowly consumed the nibble sized fruit. Smiling at Sherry, she reached for something else from her concealed treasures. The contrast with the next treat was a subtle reminder of the many pleasures in eating. A round fruit, complete with stem, was placed in my mouth. I let the front row of my teeth bite down into the cherry realizing its sour and tart pleasures. Mixing with the sweet tastes of the melon, I was overwhelmed. I feigned a squeamish look for my captor. Knowing I was craving something sweet, I felt the fingertip of Sherry pressing against my lips. As her finger entered into my mouth, the sumptuous and rich taste of honey suddenly oozed onto my tongue as it slid down my throat. I licked her finger dry of the sticky honey. Sherry decided to up the ante with her next move. Her finger smeared fresh whipped cream along my lips. My tongue snaked out to taste the cream and clean the surface of my lips. Once it was gone, I pouted and wanted more. And I felt Sherry move on the bed. After a minute or so I felt her climb over top of me as she pressed me into the two soft and fluffy pillows stuffed behind my head. Sherry's breast pressed against my face smearing cream along my cheek and my lips. Purring like a happy cat, my tongue darted out to taste the cream off of her tasty nipples. Sherry betrayed her own arousal with a deep throated moan. Once I was content the cream had been licked from Sherry's breasts and pampered nipples, my lips took hold. My front teeth nibbled at her nipple and pressed down with increased forcefulness. My hands, which I had kept hidden under the duvet until now, snuck out from the confines and warmth of the bed, and reached up to take firm hold of the beautiful boobs. Sherry slapped at my hands and giggled threatening to tie me up if I didn't behave. I reluctantly returned my hands under the covers. Inching their way down my belly, they soon found an even warmer place to rest. Sherry pulled away from me again but remained straddled over my chest. Moments later, I felt her fingertips laced with salt brush my lips. I pondered for a moment she may have used her breasts, but had learnt from past experience I probably wouldn't have behaved myself. Licking the salt from her fingers, my lips suddenly pursed. A shot glass was placed against my lips as the taste of tequila poured into my mouth. Gulping down the tequila I remembered the Snake Bites that made me so very sick years ago. I still didn't really drink Jack Daniels and Jose Cuervo tequila to this day. Blowing a kiss at my lover, she was encouraged to tease me a smidge more. The flavor of the next piece of fruit escaped me. I found out later it was a sliver of passion fruit. I had never tasted the fruit before. I begged Sherry for another piece and for the next minute or two she fed me several pieces of the yummy stuff. Thinking I had been teased enough, she poured a glass of wine for the two of us. Sherry climbed over to my side and placed the rim of the glass to my mouth. Strawberry Zinfandel poured down my throat. Somehow she knew this was my favorite. Maybe it was hers too. Running her fingers through my damp hair, she cuddled in close to me. Pausing to take a gulp of wine, she leaned in and planted a sudden kiss. The mouthful of wine swirled between our tongues, and as we kissed, the contents slid down our throats. Sherry -- "That could have been a lot worse, sunshine." Celeste -- "I don't think it could have been any better, sweet stuff." Sherry -- "And I didn't even get to shuck the oysters for you." Celeste -- "Shellfish next time then." Sherry -- "For you, the finest beluga caviar." Celeste -- "You're so sweet with me, Sherry." Sherry -- "I have some more plans for us today. I want to take you shopping. And to another destination. I think you'll go along with me. At least I'm fairly confident I can persuade you to be game." Celeste -- "Maybe we could stop by my place to pick up some things too?" Sherry -- "That was the next stop in our journey. Then I thought I might bring you back here before your bedtime so I could make love to you all over again." Celeste -- "What happens I miss my bedtime and my curfew?" Sherry -- "I think that was a rhetorical question, wasn't it younglady? You certainly must know the punishments for breaking the rules on my domain, don't you?" Celeste -- "But if I crave the punishments, I suppose that I'm going to break the rules repeatedly." Sherry -- "You're such a brat." After yet another bout of cuddling under the covers, my naughty hands got us both into trouble again. Sherry knew it would have to be her that dragged us out of bed lest we would spend the rest of the day under the covers. Sherry yanked me out of bed and removed my blindfold flinging it across the room. Taking me by hand, we retraced my steps of earlier. We walked out through the sliding glass door at the back of the house. I breathed in deeply as we ventured out in the paradise of Sherry's back yard. We were still very naked, but the high fences of the property shielded us from prying eyes. Sherry led me to the gazebo and we let ourselves inside. Life was so much different a few scant hours ago when I entered this room for the first time. Sherry sauntered over to a chair in the gazebo. Pointing at the clothing I had brought with me, she reclined in the chair to watch me dress. The yellow sarong and matching blouse were gifts from many years ago. The lacey bra and panties were bought on a trip to Venice. I had wanted to show these garments off to Sherry when I first came today, but her plans were different than my own. Now, I was getting my chance. I slipped the panties up my legs turning around to show off my bum as I wiggled into them. Reaching for my bra, I realized I was dressing for my lover when I really only wanted to be naked in her midst. So be it. Sherry nodded her approval and watched with wide eyes as I donned my clothes for the outside world. She got up and gave me a big hug. I helped Sherry pick out something to wear from the closet in the gazebo. We decided on a blue satin blouse that flattered her curves and a matching skirt. When Sherry refrained from putting on undergarments, I was smitten with her all over again. Maybe she was the naughty girl after all! We left her beautiful home in the Corvette Stingray. The day was pleasant and warm without a cloud in the sky. The convertible top was down and we drove down the streets to the nearby shopping mall. I giggled to myself as I watched her with her sunglassed eyes and her hair flowing freely in the wind. Hours earlier when I had pulled into her driveway, I had a vision of this lovely woman and the reality miraculously resembled the day dream. A few hours were spent hand in hand walking through the mall. Despite my affluence, Sherry wouldn't let me pay for a thing. Every time she would pick something out for me and I attempted to reach for my pocketbook, she would slap at my hands. In the last instance she gave me a swift swat on my bottom. I felt the heat build between my thighs and a sudden pain in my bum. And the sound of her swat filled the store. The saleswoman tried to conceal her surprise, but she didn't do a very good job. I felt embarrassed at first, but in the next second I was aroused by her actions. As we were approaching the central food court, I saw my mother approaching a coffee house. I steered Sherry in that direction and she scampered along in my wake. We snuck in behind my mother as she ordered a latte from the vendor. Sneaking in behind my mom in line, I think I startled her. Celeste -- "You know all that caffeine will kill you, mom." Tara -- "Celly! I'm glad to see you sweetie. Can you have a coffee with your old, lonely mother this Saturday afternoon?" Celeste -- "I always have time for my mom. Mom I'd like you to meet Sherry. She's new. Sherry meet my mother Tara." Tara -- "Out with the old. In with the new. I'm glad to meet Celly's newest friend, Sherry." Sherry -- "I can see where sunshine inherited her charm and her sex appeal." Tara -- "Oh I like her, Celly. Sunshine, eh. What a cute nick name for my daughter. She certainly does brighten a room." Sherry -- "More than you can imagine, Tara. I just met Celly today, but I just don't want to let go. Ever." Tara -- "You remind me a lot of another delightful woman Celly brought home. You're even cuter than she was, though." Sherry -- "Do you say that to all the girls sunshine brings home?" Tara -- "Noperoo. Just the ones that deserve my litany of compliments." Sherry -- "You might deserve a 'litany' too. You should come by for one of my massages starshine." Tara -- "Ohhhh....methinks I better pencil you in very soon, Sherry. And thanks for the nick name. Makes me feel pretty good about myself." Sherry -- "I don't mince words, starshine. You're welcome as soon as possible." Celeste -- "Shall I leave you two alone to moon over one another?" We all giggled and spent an hour chatting over way too many coffees. We planned on going out to paint the town red sooner rather than later. In actuality, it took a while for that to happen but was a lot of fun when it did come to fruition. Sherry and I wandered into the mall arm in arm despite the double takes and bewildered looks from curious passersby. Both of us were oblivious to the stares of the mall dwellers until a friend from work confronted me. I had never concealed my sexual orientation from anyone, but I hadn't made a spectacle of myself either. The gossip mill at work would be working overtime on Monday. Shortly before dinner, we wandered into the parking lot trying to find our car. Isn't it peculiar that people never remember precisely where they parked once in the mindless trance of the mall? Once we escaped the gridlock of the parking lot, Sherry drove downtown. When we pulled in front of a tattoo and body piercing parlor, I looked over at Sherry with alarm. Probably looking a little nervous, I nodded to my newfound lover and we went inside. Sherry approached the lone occupant of the parlor. She was a young woman by the name of Carrie that ended up being one of Sherry's clients. Carrie scanned my body and licked her lips bereft of subtlety. Sherry started to discuss what she wanted done to MY body. Barbells through both of my nipples. A little stud in my navel. A ring in my clit. My mouth was probably gaping wide open as they discussed these invasive piercings as if I wasn't even in the room nor that I was to be the victim of the pain of such procedures. As I was about to voice my protest, it was Carrie that glared at me and placed a finger at my lips. Carrie -- "I'll be gentle, sweetstuff. I promise. But if you want to let down this marvelous woman, I can just close up shop for the night." Celeste -- "It's really gonna hurt isn't it?" Carrie -- "The nipples will hurt the most, but I can see the tip of a tattoo peeking through at your midriff of your blouse. You aren't a stranger of pain, are you? And if you are here with Sherry I imagine this will be a walk in the park. Is that not so?" Celeste -- "Yes, I know you're right. And if Sherry wants me to get these trinkets, then it shall be so." Sherry -- "It's your decision, sunshine." I nodded to Carrie as she clapped her hands in glee and she closed up the shop. She ushered Sherry and I into the back room and instructed me to strip. Taking off all my clothes, she handed me a kimono. After wrapping myself in the kimono, I climbed up on her cushioned table. Hours later, Sherry and I left the shop. I was pretty sore, but I was tickled pink I could sacrifice a little pain for Sherry's pleasure. We drove to my place chatting innocently along the way. She came into my home, which I share with Gaye, and met her in the living room. I introduced Sherry to Gaye and I continued to be amazed how much everyone liked Sherry. I explained to Gaye that I wasn't moving out, but would be packing up some things to stay with Sherry for a while. Gaye admitted she would miss me, but she was glad that I met someone that made me this happy. As I packed up some clothing and other necessities, Sherry wondered out loud if we should introduce Gaye and my mother. I was hesitant at first as neither Gaye nor my mother had ever exhibited any authentic love for the gentler sex. Sherry asked me to trust her and the wheels were in motion. I gave Gaye a big hug as Sherry and I prepared to leave and I winced as she held me tight. I guess she didn't notice when I was that close to her. Gaye gave Sherry a big hug too and I was set aback when she gave Sherry a kiss on the cheek too. We bid our goodbyes and I planned to drop by several times a week to see my long time room mate. I had to keep my foot in the door at home just in case I suddenly needed a place to crash if I screwed things up with my new lover. I usually did. I'm such a spaz. Women make me say stupid shit, do stupid shit, and be a stupid shit. I pleaded with myself to make Sherry an exception to the rule. Sensual Touch Ch. 02 We didn't make love that night because of the soreness from the piercings. Sherry and I held each other naked under the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms. Many months passed in a similar routine. We lived on very different clocks. I worked in evenings and she worked during the day. I would visit Gaye often. I would get home from work late at night and climbed into bed with my sleeping lover. We spent fruitful and wild weekends together traveling the province and enjoying the spoils of life. It all changed when I planned to take a week off of work. Sherry asked me to vanish when she had clients over during the day as she didn't feel comfortable with me in the house. I told her that I understood, but inwardly festered over the complication to our lives. On the first day I went shopping attempting to keep my mind off of the shenanigans at home. On the second day, my promiscuity got the better of me and I went for a massage and asked for a female RMT. The experience was uninspired and paled in comparison to Sherry's magnificent, spellbinding attention. On the third day, my curiosity knew no bounds. I slipped out of the house, but watched from my car several doors down. I watched as a young woman showed up as I did all those months ago. I watched her wander up to the front porch finding a note tacked to the door. I realized in that moment that stood still that Sherry offered the same magical experience to all of her clients. While I reassured myself our relationship surpassed that experience, I could not shake the thought of what happened behind the closed doors of our home during the day. While I didn't feel cheapened by the déjà vu, I felt cheaper. With my voracious need to see the events play out, I watched the upper windows of the home. As the young woman slipped into the back yard with the provided key, I spied the drapes of the bedroom upstairs slip closed. Sherry had probably watched me on our first date as well. Confident I wasn't being watched, I moved towards the fence. Peeking through the fence boards, I watched the young woman enter the gazebo, come out for a hot tub and a swim, and then disappear inside. I let myself into the back yard and then inside the back door of the house. I crept up the stairs to the hallway watching as Sherry entered the massage room. Slowly I inched my way towards the doorway and witnessed the seductive drama play out. While this client backed out long before I did, the experience was very close to my own. With the removal of her blindfold and their last spellbinding kiss, I exited stage left. I promised myself to vanish for the rest of the week. I spent time at my mother's, at Gaye's, and at friends. But I wouldn't allow myself to think about Sherry back at home. We did have a fun filled weekend together going down to Toronto for a well planned out romantic getaway, but I returned to work on Monday feeling a little let down. It took me a couple weeks to build up the nerve to talk to Sherry about my feelings. In the end, I didn't reveal all the juicy details but I thought I should move back home because Gaye missed me. I would continue to come by if I was still welcome, which I was, and our affection for one another would remain unchanged. That was a bit of a fib, however, and while the passion in the bedroom never faded, the passion in my heart did falter. I still loved Sherry, but I didn't love her profession any more. How hypocritical of me! That's how I met her after all. An unexpected phone call from Sherry at work last December changed my life. Her voice was uncharacteristically solemn. She asked me to come over that night. When I pulled into the driveway, I saw the for sale sign. I cried my eyes out while sitting in the driver's seat. I very nearly turned tail, but instead I composed myself to the best of my ability and bravely went inside. Sherry -- "I guess you saw the sign, sunshine." Celeste -- "Sign? What sign?" Sherry -- "You don't have to play brave and tough, Celly. I can see the faint redness around your eyes. I know you've been crying." Celeste -- "Okie dokie. Yes I've been crying. You always could see right through me." Sherry -- "Mom's still home alone in New Brunswick. She really isn't well and will have to go to a rest home if she isn't cared for soon. I've agreed to move back to take care of her." Celeste -- "I really wish I could move with you, Sherry. More than you can imagine." Sherry -- "Really? After you moved out, I really didn't think you'd ever want to be that close again." Celeste -- "You don't really think that, do you? I guess I just wanted you all to myself." Sherry -- "I would have given it all up for you, Celly. You know that, don't you?" Celeste -- "I couldn't have asked that of you, Sherry. I couldn't have deprived the hundreds of women you've helped through their trying lives." Sherry -- "Will you promise to stay in touch? Or visit me?" Celeste -- "That goes without saying, Sherry. I own a trucking company. I travel for a living really." Sherry -- "I love you, Celeste. I wish we could have grown old together." Celeste -- "I do too, Sherry. And I'll love you forever too." Sherry -- "I'm not sure we ever used the L word after that first day." Celeste -- "Maybe we didn't. It doesn't mean I haven't felt it from day one." Sherry -- "Ditto, sunshine, ditto." We spent that night together, but cradled each other while eating Chinese takeout and watching a really sappy movie. This paradise of a house sold within a week for the bargain price Sherry was asking. I took the next week off to help Sherry prepare for the move. On moving day, I helped her coordinate with the movers. After they drove off, we took one more stroll through the grounds and the house. With every room and every light getting flicked off, a part of me turned off too. We walked downstairs and Sherry planned to pull the bandaid off quickly. She leapt into my arms giving me one last hug and kiss. As she drove away and her car disappeared around the bend, I crumpled onto the front lawn and wept. I've visited Sherry twice since December and find myself desperately wanting to give up everything to move eastward. One day, I may eventually cave in to my vexing desires. I suggested visiting Sherry with my newest love. Perhaps that story needs to be told. What do you think? Celly Sensual Touch Suddenly, music could be heard. Well, not really music. But sounds of nature. Babbling brooks, running water, birds, animals. Samantha smiled. Somebody had to just turn that music on. Sherry must be nearby checking me out. Maybe she's been watching me since I pulled into her driveway, she thought, and dismissed it as she really didn't care. Sherry would see her naked soon enough anyways. After what seemed like a moment, but was actually more like ten minutes, Samantha got that feeling she was being watched. Isn't it strange that one can be drawn out of concentration when that sixth sense is alerted? She kept her eyes closed as she relaxed with her head down in the pillow. She could hear someone moving behind her. Graceful, slow moving strides. She was sizing up Samantha. Sherry was likely only a meter or two away. Samantha's skin was crawling in anticipation. She didn't want to spoil Sherry's fun, however, and remained perfectly still and silent. Then she heard the mysterious stranger climb up onto the table. Her legs were on either side of Samantha scaling her body. Hovering above her upper back, she felt something being wrapped around her closed eyes. It was a scarf or a blindfold. Samantha started to protest, but Sherry interrupted her immediately. "Hush, sunshine. You'll thank me later." Samantha relaxed back into the pillow letting Sherry bind the spell she was weaving. She felt Sherry touch her for the first time. Her hand grazing Samantha's neck running just the tips of her fingers over the soft tender flesh there. It almost tickled. As Sherry's hands wandered further down to her Samantha's shoulders, Samantha softly purred like a happy cat. She realized in that impassionate moment that stood still that Sherry's hands were incredibly strong. She began to knead at the muscles and tissues in Samantha's shoulders. She was still tense, it seemed, even after all this relaxation. Sherry's hands, however, were easing off the pent up pressure that had culminated for far too long. Samantha's body involuntarily squirmed under Sherry. "Stay put, sunshine, or I'll have to tie you down." Sherry giggled and added, "I've done it before and I'll do it again." "Can't rape the willing, Sherry. Oh goddess that feels fabulous." After a few minutes of relaxing shoulder pampering, Sherry eased herself further down Samantha's back. Her hands followed down her spine, kneading into the skin and muscles along the spine. In one particularly tight section of Samantha's back, she yelped out when Sherry discovered her sore spot. "Bulls-eye! Samantha I need you to trust me. When I apply a little unwanted pressure to this little spot in the small of your back, you will feel some pain. After all, you have caused yourself some injury here. But after a flicker of agony, there is a reward. So often, pain and pleasure are coupled and intermingled one to one. The small of a woman's back, in my humble mind, is the most beautiful place in all of creation. And hidden there, is a cluster of nerve endings. When toyed with, we can set loose waves of pleasure throughout your body. Are you game?" Samantha - "I'm not going anywhere and you won't even have to tie me down like you threatened." Sherry - "Would you prefer if I tied you down?" Samantha - "And here I thought you were joking. No bindings will be necessary." Sherry - "Not yet anyways." Sherry moved further down Samantha's body hovering over her thighs. Her remarkable hands found their mark. As Sherry applied a bit of pressure to aching region of Samantha's delicate back, she was suddenly overcome with a biting, acute pain unmatched in all her life. She screamed out and lurched upwards. Sherry sat right down on top of her legs, pinning Samantha down with all her might with her free arm. Samantha sobbed while laying underneath her mysterious benefactor of the flesh. "There, there sunshine. Do you feel that?" The waves of pain in her lower back were fading quickly. In what was less than a minute, she felt a peculiar sensation traveling through her lower body. An almost electrical surge running through her body caused Samantha to squirm under the wily Sherry. And slowly, the pain diminished quenched with the waves of euphoria running through her body. What a rush! Samantha laid there for quite some time and her body was quaking from the treatment. Sherry was now moving her adept hands up and down Samantha's back. And as she moved further down her body and almost off the table, Sherry began to rub all the muscles up and down her calves and thighs. Samantha's legs involuntarily spread as Sherry proceeded to deliver the epitome of pleasure up and down her long legs. Even Samantha's bum got a massage as Sherry lingered there for some time. Samantha got the feeling that Sherry didn't want to move on after touching those globes of tender flesh. Samantha wiggled under Sherry as she continued to play with her sensitive cheeks. Then, Samantha could hear the undeniable sound of moaning from Sherry. She was enjoying this every bit as much as her patient. Sherry got up off the table. After a minute, Samantha could hear her return tableside. She could sense Sherry climbing back up on the table. As she felt Sherry's proximity, and their legs touched one another, she no longer felt the garments Sherry had previously been wearing. She felt soft, supple flesh coming into contact with her own. She shivered at the thought relaxing deeply into the pillow at her head. Samantha's body squirmed. Then she felt a sudden warmth stream down her back as slippery, warmed oils were poured down her skin. Not too much, not too little. Sherry expertly rubbed the oils up and down Samantha's back. Without warning, she could feel Sherry's bare flesh running up and down her back. Her ample breasts were rubbing the oils into Samantha's waiting skin. Samantha moaned out and Sherry simply continued, without stopping, and rubbed the warm fluid up and down the young doctor's body. Sherry suddenly pulled back and began to blow cool air down on the surfaces of the bare slippery skin. Samantha howled out as Sherry continued to blow down on her skin straight up to the nape of her neck. Samantha could feel it just under her hairline which Sherry had moved off to the side of her head draping over the pillow on the table. Sherry continued to blow at her neck, and then into the lobe of her ear. Samantha felt Sherry nibbling at the tender nub of flesh on her ear whilst her hands were kneading again into Samantha's waiting shoulders. Kissing Samantha's neck. Kissing her back. All down her spine. Inch by heavenly inch. Leaving behind moist lip prints as her ravenous lips descended down Samantha's body. Reaching under the table, Samantha retrieved a clinking glass of ice cubes. She purposefully clinked the cubes in the glass up near Samantha's alert ears. Sherry took a cube of dripping ice into her lips descending down to Samantha's neck. Her warm breath melted the ice and droplets of cool water plummeted to the surface of Samantha's neck. She let her newfound cube run against the surface of the young doctor's skin witnessing Samantha's shivers as she let her new toy run down her back to the sensitive place in the lower back. There she meandered for some time. All the pain had subsided and only pleasure remained. Ecstasy even. Purest bliss. Samantha could not remember feeling like this in all her life. Then it happened. Sherry pulled back and stepped off the table again. Sherry - "Sunshine. You've trusted me this far. In truth, I've been easy on you. Next time won't be such a walk in the park. But would you trust me a little further and I'll give you a taste of one more release. And if you want more, all you'll have to do is beg." Samantha - "Oh yes. Please don't stop Sherry." Sherry - "Okie dokie sunshine. You're a doctor right? You went to medical school?" Samantha - "Yes, I did even though I'm JUST a plastic surgeon." Sherry - "I didn't mean it that way, sunshine, I'm sorry." Samantha - "You're too easy." With that, Samantha felt a sudden sting in the cheeks of her bum. Sherry had just slapped her ass. Sherry - "Tsk tsk. How did that feel?" Samantha - "Yikes. That's a first." Sherry -- "The erogenous zones of the female body are many. But they all are fed by the flow of blood. I imagine that gesture drew some attention to that yummy looking erogenous zone. I bet you're soaking wet right now. Shall I check?" Samantha -- "No need. I confess." Sherry -- (Reaching down, parting Samantha's legs, feeling up between her thighs. Parting the raised skin of her lips. Feeling warmth and moisture escaping) "I must be doing something right." Samantha -- "Oh fuck yes." Sherry -- "Such language. Shame shame. Not only is there a biological reaction to certain teasing of the erogenous zones, like that wonderful bum of yours, but there is also a psychological one. One we probably should indulge in. And one we should explore in future visits. Have you ever been spanked, sunshine?" Samantha -- (Hesitates) "No I haven't. But I've been a very naughty doctor, haven't I?" Sherry -- "There's the spirit! Me likey! Now that I've loosened your muscles along with your inhibitions, it sounds like you're begging me for more. Is that really what you want, younglady?" Giggling insatiably. Samantha -- "At this point in my life, I'll do whatever you tell me. Take whatever you give me. Sherry....I'm yours." Sherry, unbeknownst to Samantha, stood there with the biggest smile on her face. Many of her clients ran away by now. But this one....this one was a keeper. As she unlaced the cuffs from under the draped sheet, binding Samantha's wrists, she thought about all of her toys. She thought about all the teasing torment in store for Samantha. I love my life. *** Samantha quelled her fears, biting down on her lower lip with her front row of teeth, as she felt her hands locked into leather cuffs above her head at the edge of the massage table. The cuffs were lined with a poofy fur, but were securely and tightly affixed to her wrestling wrists. She felt Sherry adjust the soft fluffy pillow under Samantha's head and outstretched arms. She felt her whole body pivot as her captor tested the mechanical fulcrum at the head of the table. Indeed, she could be rotated to recline on her back. For now, Samantha remained in her pseudo comfortable position on her tummy. Satisfied her patient could not release herself from her bonds, and after tugging at the restraints, she felt a sudden damp kiss on her cheek. With that, she felt Sherry climb back up onto the table, straddling the motionless Samantha, and the tips of her long manicured fingernails raked up and down the young doctor's back. At first, the grating of her nails on Samantha's still slippery and warm skin was moderately light. In the ensuing moments, Sherry dug her nails right into Samantha's skin certainly leaving behind the footprints of her own scraping designs. There were sharp bursts of pain and anguish unleashed in Samantha and she unwittingly squeaked an almost inaudible sound as Sherry approached the small of her back that no longer truly ached. She had felt such pleasure which overwhelmed the nagging pain she had previously endured. A new nagging pain overcame the pleasure she had been privy to for these endearing moments. Sherry's nails ran down in little circles down the sides of Samantha's lithe body. As her nails glanced upon the heaving breasts of the bound doctor, Samantha involuntarily arched her back lifting her upper body ever so slightly off the table. Sherry smiled at Samantha's vulnerable act of trust and she decided to entice her patient with a reward for such involuntary submission. The tips of her nails touched the sides of Samantha's breasts and tarried to her erect, aroused nipples. She noted how provoked her patient must be considering the soft moans even before Sherry reached the target of her affections. Flicking the outermost tips of her index fingers against both of Samantha's nipples, the sounds of her ecstasy filled the room. Unleashed in the powerful lungs of Samantha were sounds of gratitude, once translated from the tongue of the bewitched, and the room was alive with sounds of encouragement for MORE. Taking Samantha's nubs of flesh between her adept thumb and forefinger, she rolled the sensitized tips with her strong digits. Again, the young doctor erupted in a litany of expletives and words of praise. Sherry was pleased that her newest pet was enjoying this as much as she was. She didn't want to push Samantha over the brink yet, not that there was a quota for orgasmic delights, and yet she wanted to escalate her newest friend slowly to the finish line. Samantha would be the tortoise, not the hare. Sherry confessed in her own mind that she was most definitely the hare. Sherry immediately vaulted from the table peeking underneath the sheet in her "tickle trunk" for one more instrument in her arsenal of toys. Retrieving a long wand made of plastic with downy feathers on the end, she spun it in her masterful fingertips. Giggling to herself, she looked down at Samantha preemptively predicting her reaction to this little weapon of torment. Slowly she let the feathers come in contact with Samantha's heaving body. First letting it run over the side of her face over her flushed cheeks. Over her ear lobes after she had experimented with their sensitivity in innocent little nibbles earlier in their appointment. There she let the feathers grace the rounded, flared lobes as she watched Samantha's body shake. Sherry moved on maneuvering the duster over Samantha's neck, also a source of pleasure earlier in their dealings, and down her spine. Barely touching her skin, spinning the device slowly in little circles over every surface, she motioned the duster down to her preferred real estate of a woman's body. She favored the small of a woman's back. That faint dip in the contours of aesthetic splendor. Pausing softly, and moaning to herself in her own pleasantries, she ran the duster briskly over that previously agonizing region of Samantha's body. Pleased that her new friend was no longer feeling any pain, at least for a tick tock or two, she moved the feathery instrument down over Samantha's darling cheeks. Sherry made sure to cover every nuance of the shapely woman's bum. Slowly and teasingly, she ran the feathers over every inch of the now heaving bottom. She ran the dusting feathers down into that crease of the cheeks carefully touching the puckered little rosebud....a sinful delight of Sherry.....and witnessed the parting of Samantha's legs. She wondered if her new patient realized she had spread her legs for her therapist. She wondered if the inadvertent begging for tantalizing torture was an invitation for so much more. Wistfully, she dismissed that notion and convinced herself not to deliver too much pleasure too hastily. The duster was moved parallel to Samantha's reclined, bound body and down between the spread inner thighs of the woman. Barely touching her moist, tender lips, Sherry spun the duster with abandon. In so doing she watched the feathers touching most of the surface of those aroused flaps of skin. Sherry delighted that her patient was shaved clean wondering if there was some raging vitality in this allegedly conservative patient. There was hope for Samantha yet! Exhibiting some mercy, the therapist ran the duster briskly down Samantha's perspiring inner thighs....over her athletic calves.....touching on every surface. Down to the Achilles tendon.....pausing to torment this oft forgotten target of intimacy. Samantha quivered as the feathers came into contact with her ankles, but obediently endeavored to remain still for her tormentor. But when Sherry playfully ran the feathers over the soles of Samantha's dainty feet, she realized she had bit off more than she could chew. Samantha obviously had very ticklish feet. Sherry stored that away in her brain for a future visit and giggled inwardly. Satisfied with the time invested with this toy, she placed the highly effective duster back in the shelves under the massage table. She decided to herself, without still saying a word to her victim, that it was time to indoctrinate Samantha to the wonders of a good spanking. Which toy should she use first? Her favorite was of course the wooden hairbrush. It was especially useful when a patient was over her lap, of course, and Samantha's current position made that slightly awkward. There was her leather belt, composed of thick rawhide leather, which had a menacing sound to it when clapped together in her hands. That may yet be too much for this virgin of submission, Sherry thought, and didn't want to intimidate her newest partner in hedonism. She pulled out her riding crop, which was most assuredly not used to motivate a horse, and she swung it around in mid air to test her flitting wrists. Not yet. Then she looked at her roaming hands. She did have strong hands. Sometimes the palm of the hand was a fierce weapon. Standing beside the restrained Samantha, she reached down with her mighty right hand to knead the beautiful mounds of pale flesh. For quite a few minutes, she simply massaged the cheeks in her hands noting a pinkening in the aftermath. She knew from previous experiences, all of them memorable, that the undercurrent of blood in the erogenous zone would cause a patient to anticipate and want more. Samantha was most certainly not an exception to this sweeping generalization. Without any further adieu, Sherry hoisted her hand high in the air. Pausing to watch her handiwork closely and with intent fascination, she let her hand fall to the pinkened cheeks of the young doctor. Repeatedly for more than two minutes, she watched as Samantha squirmed under the rat a tat tat of her merciless hand. Switching between cheeks over and over again ensuring to cover every surface, especially the delicate regions between the thighs, Sherry painstakingly touched every contour of Samantha's bum. When her hand grew tired, she began to knead the flesh again. Samantha's howl of mixed pain-pleasure diminished, invested in her own anguish and bliss. Samantha had yet to request some mercy from her therapist. That was a good sign that this visit was simply a precursor to a realization of the guarantee that she would be back. Sherry knew from the first moment she looked down at Samantha as she emerged from her car that she would be returning over and over again. She empathically knew that Samantha would respond to everything Sherry could afford her. She knew that she would love this little vixen and that she wouldn't want to let her loose from her table. Still massaging the pain and easing the fires crawling just under the surface of the skin of the delicate creature on her table, she reached for the clinking glass of ice cubes. Taking one into her nimble fingertips, she commenced with the healing process knowing that she could then offer more to this tentative virgin of these sordid experiences. For many countless years, Sherry had divulged truths to herself in her neverending pursuit of the perfect agenda of treatment, and she had fouled up enough to know the superior route to bliss, but she also confessed to herself that every patient was different. Some needed a little more mercy than others. Not this one. This one was begging for more. More than she could handle? More than Sherry could accommodate? Hell no. She had faith in the tied harpy on her tabletop. She could introduce her to so much more yet. And peculiar in her thinking, she felt a camaraderie with this young doctor. She was connecting with her with every fleeting moment. And she wasn't going to stop until she was halted. Climbing up onto the table, lifting Samantha's athletic legs, she climbed in underneath her. She was resolved to taking this woman over her lap. Positioning Samantha over her lap, she watched as she wiggled her hips and grew satisfied with her position. Sherry reached for the wooden brush that fit like a glove on her hand. She spun it around in her fingertips, passing it off between hands noting the weight of the cherrywood, and slowly let it come down onto Samantha's waiting cheeks. The coolness of the wood made Samantha lurch in Sherry's lap. Running the smooth wooden brush over the young doctor's inflamed cheeks, she heard Samantha purring and moaning with abandon. She was no longer even attempting to conceal or suppress her subtle signals. She was baying at the moon and wailing like a banshee. Sensual Touch Sherry hefted the heavy brush into the air, letting it fall on the bounding cheeks of Samantha over and over again. She exerted all her might in twenty swift strokes on each of her luscious cheeks. Samantha flailed over Sherry's legs, and Sherry pressed down with her left arm into the small of Sherry's back careful not to cause any harm to the previously wounded part of her anatomy. Samantha did not howl out for mercy. She took every stroke in stride and accepted every whap of the wrist. Sherry made sure to use the flick of her wrist to cause a little more bounce to her new friend's cheeks. She always held the brush to Samantha's heated skin and sealed in the agony of each stroke....if only for a blink of a second. These were secrets she had taught herself, through trial and error, over the years. Staying silent, without getting up, she put the menacing brush down at her side. She rubbed Samantha's cheeks again.....feeling the inferno residing just under the surface of her skin. Her fingertips wandered further, down between the parted legs of Samantha. Sherry let the tips of her fingers on her right hand come in contact with the moist lips of her victim. Parting them, finding a sauna of warmth coming from her, she let her fingers penetrate her new submissive in a merciful teasing of her inner walls. Just inside to the first knuckle, she spun her fingers around and hooked them inside of Samantha. Samantha cried out as she reached her first orgasm without much exertion or work. Sherry smiled widely as Samantha's nectar dripped down her fingers. Taking the fingers to her own mouth, she savored the taste of Samantha. For more than a couple minutes, Sherry observed the natural reactions of Samantha. Her legs quaked in a frenzy when she reached the pinnacle of desire. She looked down at the body of her patient noting her body was covered in a veneer of sweat. She watched as Samantha's hands gripped the edge of the table overtop of her bindings and she was holding on for dear life. After this brief intermission, in the metaphorical eye of the storm....Sherry got up from under her now thoroughly spanked patient. Leaning down she gave Samantha a kiss on the crown of her head. Whispering into Samantha's ear, she asked her if she wanted more. I won't repeat her answer, but suffice it to say Samantha was a vast distance from surrendering for the day. Sherry rotated the pivot at the head of the table, flipping Samantha over onto her back. Watching the subtle surprise of her patient and the biting down on her lower lip -- possibly out of inadvertent, suspenseful wanting for what would sally forth from the unknown or possibly due to the contact of her fiery bottom as it touched the cushioned tabletop—Sherry watched her subject with admiration. She was a strong little woman and resilient beyond her initial expectations and estimation. What good fortune! Taking in the beauty of Samantha in her fullest nude glory, she took many deliberately loud and slow strides all the way around the table three or four times. Soaking in the scenery, she made sure the clicking of her stiletto heels made plenty of noise on the hardwood floors. Taking something from the tickle trunk, she wielded her trusty riding crop. She swung it through the air with the undeniably vicious sounds of the slicing through the air. Sherry watched as Samantha squirmed in place, tugging at her restraints. Placing the crop at her new friend's aroused nipple, she clapped the folded leather flap against it lightly a few times. Gauging her ability to take more, she gradually let it bounce over her nipples with increasing magnitude and frequency. Watching her nipples harden and listening for signs of distress, she continued to tease Samantha's nipples. One stroke after another. Sherry watched as Samantha's legs began to quake in a frenzy yet again. The sign of a powerful orgasm. Sherry felt ingratiated with a sign of a job well done. Not letting up for a moment, she trailed the tip of the crop along Samantha's belly. Overtop of the tattoo, which she never would have thought to find on the conservative doctor's skin, down to her already dripping lips. Insatiably, Sherry started to tap with increasing rhythm over Samantha's clit. Over and over again, Samantha squealed with a litany of expletives and encouraging praise. Sherry tapped the crop all the way down that slit of aroused skin -- up and down, over and over again -- tormenting every centimeter of teased flesh. Without a warning, she slapped Samantha's clit with an unprecedented ferocity on her waiting clit. And three more swings with more power than she thought Samantha could take. But she urged her captor for more, and Sherry obliged her. After her next spellbinding orgasm and the subsequent fount of liquid squirting out of Samantha, she put the crop away for the day. Samantha was collapsed on the table utterly spent. Did she still have some life in her? Sherry thought so. She climbed back up onto the table pressing her sizable breasts into Samantha's. Her nipples carefully ran over Samantha's and watched as the young doctor squirmed with further desire for her captor. Sherry leaned in and let her moistened lips touch Samantha's. Letting her tongue invade Samantha's, she let her tongue dance with the inviting tongue inside. She let the tip of her tongue tease the roof of Samantha's mouth. Far too many people out there didn't realize just how sensitive and erogenous this understated section of the body truly could be. Sherry and Samantha's kiss became adamant and ravenous and Sherry's wandering fingers found her nipples and twisted fiercely the already pinkened morsels of flesh. Pulling back a slow retreat, Sherry kissed Samantha's arched neck. Suckling at the skin, careful not leave any more marks on her body that could be seen in plain sight, she could feel herself grow increasingly aroused. The fire in her loins was unquenchable at this stage, but she knew it would remain so. She was the benefactor of pleasure, not the recipient. Her pleasure would come later at her own whim once she was alone. Sherry smiled in eager anticipation of that future release. Sherry kissed the unblemished, slightly freckled skin along the top of Samantha's chest. Reaching her nipples, she flicked the tip of her tongue over one and then the other. Watching Samantha's body flail in their bonds, she suckled at Samantha's nipples. Looking up at her blindfolded patient, she could only imagine how she would react if she could have seen the whole day unfold in front of her eyes. But first timers always needed this little preventative measure. They needed to hide so they could let their tenacity build for themselves naturally. Kissing down Samantha's stomach, Sherry tickled the darling little navel. She marveled in the heat of the moment, she would definitely bring Samantha to her favorite tattoo/body piercing parlor and have her nipples, navel, and clit pierced very very soon. Little barbells through each of her delectable nipples. A little stud in her cute navel. A ring through her clit. Yes, that would adorn these teaseworthy parts of an already appealing woman. Sherry's lips found that of her new beloved. Engorging Samantha's clit, enveloping it with her voracious lips, she suckled at the delicate flesh. She let her tongue penetrate Samantha tasting the delicious juices of the young woman. The honey was running with abandon from this hive and Sherry lapped it up with the hunger of a starved kitten. Sherry's hands reached under Samantha's body and grasped her fiery cheeks with both hands. She squeezed those warmed cheeks and pulled Samantha's hips into her ever moving tongue. Samantha came again. This time, and this time only, Sherry decided to stop before she truly desired. She had a harness hidden in her tickle trunk with a dildo that was begging to be used. Next time, she thought. For now, she scaled Samantha's body and kissed her as she climbed. Reaching for the cuffs, she nimbly released Samantha's wrists. Samantha promptly embraced Sherry. She held on for dear life. She wasn't going to let go. There, they cradled each other for who knows how long. Patiently, Sherry waited for the exhausted yet Samantha to speak. She asked if she was allowed to remove her blindfold. And Sherry simply reached up to take the garment off of her eyes. Samantha squinted blinking overtly as her eyes gradually adjusted to the light. Within moments, she saw the woman. Tall at 5'9". Athletic. Perhaps about the same age of 35 or slightly younger. Well endowed with tiny little quarter sized nipples with a beautiful pinkish hue. Long, straight, velveteen soft blonde hair. The deepest, piercing blue eyes of the ocean. Utterly perfect. Their solace was interrupted with words: Samantha -- "You realize I'm coming back again." Sherry -- "I was hoping you'd take me up on that risk free offer." Samantha -- "Was it just me or was that the most powerful experience of my life? You realize that was my first time with a woman?" Sherry -- (Pausing) "Would you do it again?" Samantha -- "Of course. But you didn't answer my question, did you?" Sherry -- "Sunshine. This was different. I couldn't stop myself today. Not very well anyways. I actually wanted you more and more. It took every ounce of strength not to take out one more toy and fuck your brains out." Samantha -- (Biting lip) "I wish you had." Sherry -- "There will be plenty of time for that. Would you stay with me today?" Samantha -- "I'm not going anywhere until you throw me out on my very sore ass." Sherry -- "What if I never kicked you out?" Samantha -- (Alarmed yet pleased) "Then I'd better go home and pack up my mementoes and bring them by. I might have some snowglobes to decorate your den of pleasure." *Winking at Sherry* Sherry -- "Are we saying what I think we're saying?" Samantha -- "I think we just might be reading the same page." Sherry -- "I think I might want to give up my other clients. I might only want one particularly fun one to stick around. I wonder what she'd say if I thought I might be falling for her? I wonder if that would be ....unprofessional." Samantha -- "I think you have to be honest with yourself. And I think I have to as well." Sherry -- "Good advice, sunshine." Samantha -- "I think I might be falling for you too. Already. Isn't that insane?" Sherry -- "Tie me up and throw me into the rubber wallpaper room then." Samantha -- "And throw away the key." Sherry -- "I love you Samantha." Samantha -- "And I love you Sherry." With that, they melted into each other's arms. Confident neither could ever want another human being for the remainder of their days, they convinced themselves they were in that perfect moment, in that perfect place, when the stars aligned with the moon. They convinced themselves they had found each other and had forever committed their bodies to the enrapturing pleasure of one another. No, we didn't wander off into the horizon together....not yet, anyways. Many tales could be told of the ongoing adventures of the cosmically happy pair, but methinks I will stop while I'm still ahead. I am still ahead, aren't I? Celly