written by LordNelson & Petraspeds
It was a mystery right from the start. On Monday morning when she arrived at work Petra found a very amateurish looking hand written advertisement in her inbox. It was simply a folded piece of paper with only her first name scribbled on it and no envelope. It had a list of aesthetic spa services offered such as hair cutting, manicures and such.
What caught Petra’s attention was the Personalized Pedicure Plus. There were no details as to what it included and she wondered how a pedicure could be personalized and what was the Plus. The low budget approach to soliciting wasn’t very reassuring about the quality of the services offered and she tossed it into the rubbish bin.
On Tuesday it was back in her inbox again. This time she shredded it. On Wednesday another was left pinned to her bulletin board. “They’re very persistent” she thought and she shredded it too. On Thursday another was left on her keyboard.
She looked for a website address but all it had was a local phone number. She called to tell them to stop leaving the flyers but when the phone started to ring her curiosity about the Personalized Pedicure Plus got the better of her.
‘Hello, me boss lady, how I help you please?’ said a female voice with a strong Asian accent.
‘Hello’ replied Petra ‘I’m calling about the Personalized Pedicure Plus, I have a few questions.’
‘Yes, yes’ said the woman ‘you ask please.’
The conversation that followed suffered from a serious language barrier and went around in circles, paused a few times and ended with Petra thoroughly confused. There was no information as to what made it personalized, at least none that Petra could decipher, but what she did learn was that the service would be done in her own home.
Petra liked the idea, after a hard week of work, to be pampered with a spa treatment in her own home and she scheduled an appointment for Friday. She gave the manager her address and told her what time to meet her there.
All day at work on Friday Petra alternated between eager anticipation of treating her tired feet and the dread that she had committed to something that would be a disaster. When she arrived home her fears seemed to be justified as there was no one waiting to meet her.
She took out her key and the moment it touched the lock the door swung open and she was greeted by two pretty Chinese women looking immaculately professional in crisp white smocks. Their make-up was perfect, their long black hair was gorgeous and, their fingernails were impeccable. They wore shiny black spandex leggings and cha kiak, the traditional Chinese wooden sandals which proudly displayed their flawless feet and pretty toes.
“If this is what they can do for each other” thought Petra when she saw how beautiful they were “I hope they can make me look that good.”
Each woman took an arm and led Petra into the room bowing and saying ‘Welcome, welcome.’ Just from the way they spoke it was obvious that they didn’t know much more English than that word and probably had no idea what it meant.
Petra was about to question them about how they got into her home knowing full well that their limited English would make the explanation an ordeal but before she could say a word the two women were joined by two more and they started to remove Petra’s clothes. Petra offered some resistance but was too startled to put up much of a fight.
The women worked silently and each time Petra tried to fend them off they were surprisingly strong as they held her and continued. Her jacket was unbuttoned and removed and it was done without rushing. It was gently pulled off with care. The girls seemed to be respectful yet dominating as they proceeded with a firm gentleness.
Her skirt belt was unbuckled, the buttons undone and the zipper lowered. Rather than let it drop to the floor one of the girls dropped to her knees and lowered it slowly down Petra’s thighs, over her knees and along her calves. A gentle touch to the back of her calf prompted Petra to lift her foot. The girl slipped Petra’s shoe off and removed the skirt in one efficient move.
Once the other shoe was done and the skirt was completely off she stood and neatly folded it and placed it on the side table. She then took an arm and let another girl take her place. This girl began to unbutton Petra’s blouse. She started it slowly and deliberately and looked Petra in the eye and smiled as she did it. Petra realized that this almost felt like foreplay.
She opened her mouth to express her confusion but before she could speak a hand was placed over her lips. It wasn’t pressed tightly, just lightly held there, more as a symbolic gag. Petra understood that they wanted her to remain silent. The hand remained there as the blouse was opened and then removed. The girls worked together to pull it off slowly, gradually exposing Petra’s bare skin in a sensual manner.
It too was neatly folded and then they once again switched to give another girl her opportunity. This girl took hold of the waistband of Petra’s tights and began to slowly take them down. As they dropped so did she until she was on her knees. The smooth silk tights were pushed down Petra’s legs by soft hands that caressed as they worked their way down bit by bit.
Petra normally prefers bare legs and finds tights to be a constricting nuisance. She only wore them today to attract the attention of a coworker with a pantyhose fetish. Now she had discovered another use for them. When they were removed this way it was quite sensual.
Once they were around Petra’s ankles rather than just pull them off the girl slid them off cupping her tiny hand over Petra’s heel and then running the soft palm of her hand across the sole of Petra’s foot. Petra moaned into the hand over her mouth and the girl gagging her pushed slightly harder making it even more stimulating.
Now Petra stood in just her underwear. Today, being Friday, she had worn her skimpiest panties and most revealing brassiere. It was a ritual that started back when she anticipated being invited out for end of the week drinks. She wanted to be prepared should it lead to a romantic encounter.
Normally for a spa treatment the underwear would stay on and a soft fluffy robe would be provided. Today was not normal in any way.
A hand was placed on the back of Petra’s neck and it slowly massaged its way down her back to the bra clasp where it expertly, without a fumble, unfastened the hooks. As that hand parted the straps two more hands were slipped into the cups of the brassiere to caress Petra’s breasts before removing the bra.
Then as a “grand finale” each of the four girls provided a hand for the removal of Petra’s panties. With amazing coordination they managed to slip the panties down and feel her up simultaneously. Fingers and palms explored her butt cheeks, her crotch and every inch of her body from the waist down. The hand gag had been removed and Petra loudly expressed her pleasure.
Her stripping had only taken a few moments and now Petra stood naked and that was when she noticed what had been added to her room.
The furniture had been pushed back and a table draped in a white sheet was in the center of the room. Two more women, each with a shiny stainless steel trolley laden with all the tools of the trade, stood on either side. Petra was led to the table.
It looked wonderful. The table seemed to be comfortable and clean, the trolleys held an assortment of everything needed to do a professional job and with six women attending her Petra felt confident that this was going to be amazing. She was about to find out that it was going to be amazing but not in the way that she thought. What happened next went so quickly that it was done before Petra could react.
Women #5 and #6 pulled the white cover off of the table to reveal a flat surface of rough, dark, ancient looking planks. Women #1 and #2 took Petra by the arms and spun her around. Then they lifted her while #3 and #4 grabbed her ankles and the foursome hoisted Petra up onto the table. With quick efficiency they pivoted hinged wooden brackets up into position with a click. Each bracket had a metal shackle on it which were fastened around Petra’s ankles and wrists.
Then, as if that weren’t enough, additional shackles that were bolted to the table, were added above and below her knees and at her elbows. All of the shackles were dark tarnished metal that were polished smooth and shiny from constant use including a long wide curved band that was placed across Petra’s neck to hold her head in place.
The back of Petra’s head was cradled by a bare crescent shaped band of steel and a second band was placed across her forehead and locked to the first to restrain her head. Lastly a third band was placed over her mouth and bolted to the table. It had a leather plug affixed to it that filled Petra’s mouth and muffled her protests. Even though her head was immobile it was up at a slight angle and she could look down just enough to see her restrained body.
Petra was now silenced and shackled to the table, feet immobile and arms helpless. The room looked like a dungeon scene out of a horror movie. Then the treatment began. In contrast to the harsh restraint the women were gentle and very skilled. There was one each tending to her feet, another two doing her fingernails and the last two had specialized jobs.
Petra’s arms were fastened at her sides to a narrow plank that ran from her shoulder to her wrist. Metal shackles secured her to the plank at the elbow and wrist. The plank was hinged to the sides of table at the shoulder and the girls were able to swing them out perpendicular to the table. Petra’s hands rested on metal devices that looked like fans. Each shaft of the fan had a metal ring that slipped over Petra’s fingertips to the first knuckle.
Petra recognized this as a torture device from the 15th century. Brutal apparatus such as this had always fascinated Petra but she never thought she would ever actually be subjected to treatment in one. At the base of the fan was a screw that would spread her fingers when turned. The purpose of the contraption was to slowly and painfully break the fingers of thieves as punishment.
The girls began to turn the screws and the metal shafts slowly began to separate Petra’s fingers with a rusty dry squeak. Petra braced herself for the pain but they stopped before that point having parted her fingers enough to work on her nails. With a smile the one on the left began to work on Petra’s hand while her opposite started on the right to clean, shape and polish.
At the other end of the table some odd looking devices were being attached to each of her feet. They looked like a large metal combs with four protrusions on each consisting of two pegs side by side. The protrusions were inserted between her toes and then a small lever was twisted that forced the pegs apart which trapped and spread her toes. The girl pushed the lever until Petra showed a little discomfort and then backed it off ever so slightly. With the toes well separated she and her partner began.
Even the simplest of attention to Petra’s feet would give her delight. To have two gorgeous young ladies working on both at the same time while her feet were in such strict restraint was heaven. Petra purred with pleasure as they rubbed soothing lotion onto her soles. Then they turned their interest to her toes. As each trapped toe was ministered to Petra was in bliss.
The youngest looking one, and definitely the prettiest, placed a sinister looking wooden frame over Petra’s breasts. She began to turn squeaky screws which clamped cold steel plates onto each breast. As they squeezed Petra braced for pain but instead found the cool metal surface soothing and the pressure applied was just enough to make her boobs stand up fully. Then the girl began to massage them with a tingling balm.
She started with a light massage working the warm oil into Petra’s flesh and then stroked her nipples bringing them to stiff attention. She tugged and teased them and gently pinched them. Each rub sent a ripple of enjoyment through Petra’s body.
The final woman who appeared to be slightly older than the others, whom Petra assumed to be the “boss lady”, had the task of the last treatment. She vigorously rubbed a thin layer of a slippery green goop that smelled of Avocado over Petra’s pussy. She smiled and it gave her great amusement to occasionally slide a slippery finger or two into Petra.
When she was satisfied that Petra was ready she unsheathed a miniature Samurai sword and began to shave Petra’s pussy. Petra’s first instinct was to flinch when she saw the aggressive first stroke of the razor sharp blade but she lay still not wanting to spoil the woman’s aim. Petra barely felt the weapon as it sheared away every trace of hair.
If someone had been observing the proceedings they would have assumed that Petra was being simultaneously subjected to a variety of primeval tortures, but quite the contrary, in spite of their extreme methods, the skilled Asian ladies were lavishly pampering Petra. Petra was enjoying the seemingly absurd extremes of her personalized therapy, strict restraint and gentle treatment, when a final flourish was added to make the experience seem surreal. One of the girls leaned over Petra’s head, rigidly bound and gagged by three steel bands, and she placed a soothing slice of cucumber over each eye.
As Petra closed her eyes and enjoyed the comforting coolness of the cucumbers she tried to make sense of it all and she finally understood the meaning of Personalized Pedicure Plus. The Plus part was all of the extras…the manicure…the breast massage…the shave. The Personalized part was a little more disturbing.
It was obvious that someone had broken into her apartment after she booked the appointment on Thursday. They had been searching for information to help them to personalize the treatment and they had found her personal journal. In it Petra had documented all of her deepest secrets including her fetish, real experiences and fantasy desires, for medieval bondage. Somehow in just one day they had put together this personalized ultimate spa package for her.
The feeling of intrusion and deceit quickly dissipated as she laid back and enjoyed the attentions that were being lavished on her. In addition to their obvious aesthetic skills each of the girls also indulged themselves by taking a turn fingering the freshly shaved pussy. Each had her own style and Petra was thrilled with the variation of techniques that they used to arouse and then satisfy her.
All was going well but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. As they finished the “boss lady” looked at the time and clapped her hands twice. The tools were wiped clean and sanitized, the trolleys were quickly organized and the breast clamp removed and wiped down with alcohol swabs. While the girls tidied up the “boss lady” made a phone call.
Petra was rapidly released from the table and lifted off but she wasn’t freed. She was made to kneel on the floor and a wooden yoke was bolted around her neck. The yoke had arms protruding to the sides with shackles to which her wrists were locked. As her hands were clamped into place Petra watched and oddly thought ‘My nails look lovely.’
Another harsh looking wooden yoke was bolted to her ankles. A hinged steel cage was clamped over her head and another leather plug gagged her mouth as it was closed. As the final lock clicked into placed the doorbell rang.
One of the girls opened the door and in came a beautiful Chinese woman, wearing a luxurious silk cheongsam. It was then that Petra noticed the resemblance and realized that the girls were probably this woman’s daughters. The girls pushed the trolleys out to load into the van she had brought. While they did that she made notes on an invoice pad which she used to itemize Petra’s bill. The table was on wheels and after folding down the restraints and concealing it again with the white sheet they rolled it out too.
The girls each bowed in turn to Petra and said “wǒ xiān gào cí le” (I must leave first) which the woman explained to Petra was the most polite way of saying good bye in Chinese.
Then she said ‘I am Jasmine and I am here to release you and as you wish that can be now or later’ she said with a wink. ‘I too have services to offer’ she added with a sly smile ‘and they are at no extra charge.’ She unfastened the ivory buttons that held her cheongsam closed and the smooth silk parted to reveal a stunning body.
A few hours later, leaving the invoice on the night table beside the bed, Jasmine bowed to Petra and said ‘zài lián xì’ (Let’s stay in touch) and slipped out of the door.
Petra laid in a state of satisfied bliss on her bed where she had been tied spread eagle for the last few hours for the “final treatment”. She was now free after an entire evening in restraint and finally able to admire the work that had been done. Her nails were perfect, her tits felt great and her pussy was as smooth as the day she was born.
She glanced at the clock and thought that the night was still young. She would call up some friends and go out for a few drinks. She would put on her prettiest dress and wear those sexy sandals to show off her toes. She felt gorgeous and wanted to flaunt it.
As she sat up she took a quick glance at the invoice. Considering the time and effort and the specialized equipment the price was quite reasonable. A faint fragrance reached her nose and she picked up what looked like a business card. It was a discount coupon offering 30% off her next visit if booked within thirty days. The card was scented with Jasmine’s perfume.