Hi Susie
I really had to write to you to tell you about the most amazing sexual experience I had yesterday, so mind-blowingly wonderful that I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven. My pussy is still tingling nearly twenty-four hours later, and just thinking about it gives me a mini orgasm. In fact, when I was at work today I could hardly concentrate, and as soon as I got through the door this evening, I rushed upstairs, ripped off my clothes and masturbated for the next two hours with this stupendous new toy I was given. God, it was sooo fantastic.
But I am getting ahead of myself, and you must think I have gone stark staring mad, so I will go back to the beginning. It all started totally by accident a week ago when I was in town running errands. I was coming out of the supermarket when I remembered that it was time for my regular beauty treatment and waxing. I was on my way to the beauty parlour when I spotted a new shop on the High Street, which was so seductive that I just had to pop in. It was obviously a new beauty parlour, but quite unlike any beauty parlour, you have ever seen. As you know, they all look rather stark and clinical, with the beauticians in white coats like doctors, but this one looked more like the entrance to Wonderland. The window display was almost entirely made up of photographic blow-ups of beautiful women — head and shoulders only — who all looked as if they were in ecstasy, against a background of crimson and rose pink silk drapes, below which were many expensive-looking beauty products on crystal pedestals surrounded by a sea of rose petals. The name of the place was also different — Promise of Heaven — and a sign on the door said ‘Enter the gates of paradise for a transforming experience at the hands of our highly trained and sensitive staff, total discretion guaranteed.
Inside, the walls were entirely draped in dark crimson silk, and the only furniture was half a dozen comfortable chairs covered in dark pink silk arranged around a glass coffee table. There was vaguely Eastern music playing quietly in the background, and the air was scented with a very subtle and seductive perfume. At one side there was a simple reception desk with a telephone and computer terminal, behind which sat a beautiful Asian girl dressed in a flowered sari, and at the rear was a door with a sign saying ‘Entrance to Paradise’.
The receptionist looked up as I entered, and asked if she could be of any help. When I said that I would like to book a beauty treatment, she asked whether I just required a facial, or something more exotic. I asked what she meant exactly, and she replied that they could offer a full body massage, waxing, and what she called a very special toning service. When I asked about the price, she gave me a leaflet but said that she could recommend the full treatment and that she was certain that I would not be disappointed. I must admit the full treatment was rather expensive and much more than I normally pay, but then on a whim, I thought, “Why not, a girl needs to be pampered sometimes,” so I booked a four-hour session for 11 o'clock yesterday.
I was a few minutes early arriving, and after I had told her my name, the receptionist — a different but equally beautiful girl — asked me to take a seat, and asked me if I would like a glass of wine while I was waiting. I said that that would be very nice, and after she has served me from a bottle beneath her desk, picked up the phone and spoke very quietly into it for a few seconds, and then said that one of their beauticians would be with me shortly.
On the stroke of eleven, the door at the rear opened and the beautician entered and walked towards me. Susie, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Truthfully I had expected a woman in a white coat, probably wearing glasses, but the young lady who was holding her hand out to me was dressed in a pair of loose white silk trousers and a deep red sleeveless silk tunic loosely tied at the waist. When she reached me, she bowed slightly, giving me a full view of a pair of perfectly proportioned breasts, and offering me her hand, lightly touched my fingers to her lips.
“Good morning Madame. My name is Antonia, and I have the privilege to be your guide to heavenly beauty today,” she said in a slightly accented voice, “if you would kindly like to follow me we can begin your treatment, which I am sure you will find exceeds all your expectations. I promise that you will leave here as a completely new and fulfilled woman.”
Once we had passed through the door from where she had come, we entered a short corridor with two doors on each side and two further doors at the end. My guide opened the first door on the left and ushered me into a small dressing room decorated similarly to the outer foyer. Inside there was a double bed and a small closet for clothes on one side, and on the other, an alcove leading to a small bathroom with a toilet, shower and washbasin.
“Madame,” she said in the same polite way as her greeting, “please remove all your clothes now — they will be perfectly secure — and after you have used the toilet and showered, just press the bell push by the door. There is a robe in the closet which you may put on, although for most of the treatment you must be naked. There is no need by the way to dry your hair. For the first part of your treatment, I will wash your hair and massage your scalp. After that, I will give your face and neck a deep cleansing massage, and finally, I will apply oils and creams made from special herbs to your hair and skin, which will feed them and will enhance your natural beauty manyfold.”
At this point, my mind was in turmoil, but Antonia was so professional and formal in her manner, that I felt safe, and determined to enjoy this experience to the full. I have also got to admit that Antonia was extremely attractive, and I felt the first small stirrings of desire.
When I was ready, I pressed the bell and Antonia appeared immediately and led me through the left-hand door at the end of the corridor into a small room that was very like that in a normal hairdressing salon. This part of the treatment took about half an hour, during which I put myself entirely in Antonia’s hands, and what wonderful hands they were — strong and sensitive at the same time and many times more skilled than any hairdresser or beautician I had known before. By then she had finished massaging the unguents into the skin on my face and neck. I was in a dreamy state of utter relaxation, and my body was beginning to tingle at the thought of what might follow.
Antonia then led me by the hand into the second room with mirrors on the walls and ceiling. Inside there was a normal massage table, a chair with stirrups like a birthing chair, and a piece of electrical equipment on a stand. When I looked questioningly at the electrical apparatus, Antonia was quick to sense my alarm.
“Madame, please don't be frightened. We use a revolutionary piece of apparatus for toning the muscles of your pelvic region and your rectum to bring them to a peak of perfection. The process uses vibrations over a range of frequencies from a few Hertz right up to the ultrasonic to achieve remarkable results and I'm sure that your husband or lover will fully appreciate the improvement.”
(I didn't think it necessary to tell her that I rarely saw my husband, who spent months at a time trying to capture on film some obscure animal or bird in a remote location far removed from civilisation. And when he was home he was usually too exhausted to give me the satisfaction I craved. I was also pretty sure that he was screwing that bitch of a producer who always seemed to be in his team — when I challenged him, he would come out with some nonsense about the vital relationship between producer and cameraman.)
Antonia went on, “First of all, though, I must remove all the hair from around your rectum and between your legs using a combination of a vibrating disposable razor and waxing strips. This is a very intimate process, and I will need you to trust me entirely. So please remove your robe and sit in the chair with your legs in the stirrups so that I can have complete access to your entire pelvic region.”
Susie, I don't need to tell you that waxing can sometimes be rather painful, but in Antonia’s sensitive hands it was a wonderful and arousing experience. The gentle way she caressed my mound and parted my lips so that she could remove every last vestige of pubic hair sent me into territories of sensual pleasure that I hadn't hitherto known existed. I wondered if every client was dripping wet by this stage because I certainly was, and I could feel my juices running down to my little puckered flower. By the time she had finished to her satisfaction, I was definitely tingling all over, every nerve ending alive in expectation. Her touch was exquisite; and when she bent down and kissed my little rosebud and all the way up my slit from my vagina to my clit, I really was in heaven.
“Now we can begin the toning process,” Antonia said, “but first, I must show you the apparatus and explain how it works.”