Lesbian MILF Seductress: Spa

"Pegging is the act of fucking a man in the ass with a strap-on," Cheryl explained, confirming Jane's supposition, and now enjoying the stunned look on the Vietnamese woman. She was also enjoying the anticipation of soon having Jane munching between her legs... a promise from Bree if she was a good pet.

Jane was speechless.

Cheryl continued, "It's the 21^st century, and this will be the century women finally take control both in society and in the bedroom."

Jane couldn't fathom such a world either in society or the bedroom, yet still couldn't seem to formulate any words.

"Plus," Cheryl finished her task assigned by Mistress Bree, "no one can eat a pussy as well as another woman."

Jane finally broke her silence. "This whole conversation is ludicrous."

Cheryl sighed dramatically. "Jane, you need to stop being a prude and join the feminist revolution."

"By having sex with women?" Jane demanded sarcastically.

"Don't knock it till you try it," Cheryl shrugged, turning to leave.

"I'm straight," Jane clarified.

"Can I ask you one question?" Cheryl asked, turning back.

"Sure, why not?" Jane answered flippantly, "this conversation has been so riveting."

"Did you get wet last night when you walked in on us?" Cheryl asked, confident the answer was yes, even though she was equally confident Jane would say no.

"God, no!" Jane answered forcefully, even as her dream from last night popped into her head against her will.

"That, my friend, is the most emphatic no possible," Cheryl said.

"Exactly," Jane nodded.

"Which, of course, means you did," Cheryl smiled wickedly, "'The lady doth protest too much, methinks,' that's from Hamlet," before walking out, leaving Jane confused.

Jane stood there stunned at the twists and turns the conversation had taken, as well as the undeniable fact that her panties were once again damp.

"Huh?" she managed intelligently, realizing she was speaking to a closed door.

Shaking her head, Jane tried to push the crazy conversation out of her mind as she got her spa ready for the day.

When Christine arrived a couple hours later, on time, she apologized to Jane for her behaviour last night and went straight to work, trying to avoid any real conversation with her auntie until Bree had completed her scheduled seduction later that night... one she was confident would work... as Bree's seductions always did.

A busy day had kept Jane bustling until she was about to have lunch, and she was surprised to walk into her office to see Eileen sitting at her desk, her legs propped up as if she were in charge.

Instantly Jane's anger erupted and she said coldly, "Get out of my desk."

Eileen smiled, not budging, "We need to talk."

"Agreed," Jane nodded. "What were you doing eating a young girl's vagina?"

"She wasn't a young girl, she was a young woman in her twenties, and I was having dessert," Eileen answered, not at all ashamed of being caught.

"You're married," Jane pointed out.

"But I'm not dead," Eileen shrugged, before adding, "plus pussy juice is an amazing facial. You should add it to your services."

"What if I told your husband?" Jane threatened, reporting this bitch something she was more than willing to do.

"Then you'd lose your lease," Eileen countered.

"Excuse me?"

"Your lease is up in two months and I can easily decide against renewing it," Eileen threatened back.

"On what basis?" Jane questioned, knowing her contract gave her first rights to the suite, and knowing she was the most profitable client in the mall.

"Running an..." Eileen paused and used her fingers for dramatic affect as quotes, "...illegal sex massage parlor."

"My spa is not a sex massage parlor," Jane bristled before adding, "the only time that's ever happened was yesterday, and you were one of the sluts involved."

Eileen laughed harshly, "First, you fucking twat, don't call me a slut. Second, I have video surveillance of the past month where your niece and one of your other employees brought guys and girls back here after hours for orgies on your massage tables."

Jane felt her face go as pale as a Vietnamese face can get.

"What? No witty comeback? No name calling?" Eileen taunted, even though her claim was a lie... she was certain Jane would believe it, based on last night and on how big a slut her niece was. "So," Eileen continued, "I figured I may as well get a piece of the action. I didn't plan to eat any pussy, but that Bree is a very convincing vixen."

Jane stammered, "W-w-we can work something out."

Eileen wasn't allowed to force Jane to go down on her; that privilege was reserved for Bree... at least Jane's first time. But there was nothing saying she couldn't humiliate the bitch. She ordered, "Excellent idea. Come over here and take off my heels."

Jane pleaded, "Please, Eileen, I can just pretend I don't know about you last night, and you can pretend you don't know about the other nights."

"I can agree to that," Eileen said, setting up Jane for the beginning of her descent into submissive lesbianism.

"Thank you," Jane said, relieved.

"Once you've given me a foot massage," Eileen added, wanting to make it clear who was still in charge.

Jane gave massages for a living, so this wasn't really a big deal other than she was doing it at her own desk. She walked over to Eileen and took her four-inch impractical heels off and noticed she was wearing pantyhose, something Jane hated... and something she had also noticed Christine wearing the past few months... and now that she thought about it, all six women last night had been wearing stockings... and nothing else.

"Good girl," Eileen said, being her normal condescending self, as Jane began to massage her stocking-clad foot. The sheer nylons she was wearing were expensive and something she always wore... even before Bree had informed her it was one of the pet requirements. Although since her seduction by Bree and joining her harem of pets, she'd now begun wearing thigh highs instead of pantyhose, realising they were far sexier.

Jane felt her cheeks burning with anger and humiliation, and she didn't respond to Eileen's arrogant demeanor but concentrated on simply massaging the foot, although she had to admit she was surprised by how soft and smooth the nylons were. The couple times in her life she'd worn pantyhose they hadn't felt at all like this.

The previous evening after Jane had left, Bree had met with her 'on-site team' of five and described an elaborate series of events she'd mapped out for the next day. Jane would experience a confusing conversation with Cheryl to put her off balance and get her thinking, then experience humiliation and trepidation at the hands (and feet) of Eileen, and then encounter other surprises during the course of the afternoon, all designed as part of a master plan to prepare Jane psychologically for her initiation as a cunt muncher... a scheme Eileen had eagerly agreed to be a part of... especially since Bree had promised that she and Cheryl could share Jane as their personal pussy pleaser once Bree had broken her in.

Eileen explained to Jane, "These are sheer silk stockings. The kind a woman wears to showcase her legs."

Jane absent-mindedly nodded as she massaged the soft sleek foot, enjoying the ordinarily mundane (after all these years) task, "They're very soft."

"Be a good girl and maybe I'll give you a pair," Eileen said. "I order them online from France."

"They're very nice," Jane agreed, thinking she would actually try these on, which distracted her from the condescending way she was being called a 'good girl'.

"I can't believe I've never had you give me a foot massage before," Eileen continued. "You were obviously born to serve."

After her brief fascination with the nylons, the anger was again rising in Jane. She hated the pretentious stereotype that all Vietnamese, or all immigrants, were predestined to perform menial tasks such as serving white people... even if that was her business... the stereotype really pissed her off. Yet she held her tongue, knowing she was imbedded in a complex situation, and until her lease was renewed she would need to play this bitch's game.

Eileen loved how one threat was all it had taken to shut this volatile bitch up. Last night when she'd been caught in a very compromising act she was very worried about being outed. She had a reputation at this mall as a no-nonsense woman and didn't want her reputation tarnished or her marriage ruined. Yet last night, Bree had taken her aside with the others and not only calmed her down and soothed away her fears, but had also pointed out how this disruption could be turned into a great opportunity for them all to share their own pet... and that prospect had Eileen excited. She continued, deciding to push Jane as far as she was allowed, "Please massage each toe with your mouth."

"Excuse me?" Jane asked. Who does she think she is?

"Suck on each toe with that pretty mouth of yours," Eileen repeated. "I want to make sure you're really serious about renewing this lease."

Jane wanted to snap.

Jane wanted to cry.

Jane wanted to kill her niece... fuck... she wasn't even her real niece.

Yet knowing her situation was delicate and if the videos of sex acts in her establishment were released she could not only lose her business, but possibly be arrested and charged as the madam of a house of ill repute. She would almost certainly be found guilty if she couldn't prove she had no idea what had been going on, and even if she could prove that, her business would be shut down and her reputation shattered. So Jane didn't protest, at least not outwardly, but leaned down and took Eileen's left pinkie in her mouth.

Eileen felt a chill go through her at how easy it had been to make Jane obey her. Bree was right... Jane was a natural submissive who just didn't know it yet... but she would certainly know it before tonight's activities had run their course. She reached for her phone, which she'd placed easy to hand on Jane's desk, and slyly filmed the Vietnamese woman sucking her toes, thinking she would now have a bit of real blackmail material on hand if her bluff was ever called. She enjoyed the tactile pleasure as Jane sucked each toe into her mouth through the sheer nylon... surprised at how good it felt, and wishing she could make Jane eat her dripping snatch right now... but instead she'd meander over to Cheryl's shop and have her go down on her as soon as she left here.

Jane burned with rage and humiliation as she sucked each toe, while also massaging the sole of the foot. Once she'd completed the first foot, she moved to the other without looking up, but hoping that once all ten toes had been done, she too would be done.

Eileen waited until the last of the ten toes had been pleasured before she said, "You should definitely add this service to your repertoire. I imagine it would become very popular."

Jane finished the final toe, looked up to speak and saw the phone filming her. "What are you doing?" Jane gasped.

"Making a promotional video for your newest service," Eileen joked.

"Please delete that," Jane pleaded, as she watched Eileen grab her heels.

Eileen laughed as she put her shoes back on, "Be a good obedient girl and this video remains archived. Although you looked so adorable sucking each toe. I think you even enjoyed doing it."

"I most certainly did not," Jane denied adamantly, even though her panties were frustratingly wet.

Eileen stood up and said, "I bet if I felt your pussy right now, your panties would be soaked."

Jane lied, praying Eileen wouldn't check, "They are not."

"Sit on the edge of your desk," Eileen ordered.

"Please Eileen, this has gone too far," Jane protested, trying to regain some control of this fucked up situation.

"Now!" Eileen demanded, raising her voice sternly.

Jane was startled at the sharp tone and frustratingly she felt a gush of wetness further dampen her wet panties in direct response to the order. Wordlessly, she obeyed.

"You're a pretty woman Jane, you should wear sexier attire," Eileen said as she reached out her hand to appraise the moisture content in the crotch of Jane's black pants.

Jane involuntarily moaned at the touch... the first touch to her nether regions by another person in a long time.

"Horny, are we?" Eileen asked.

"Please, just go," Jane broke into sobs, mortified and defeated.

Eileen moved her moist fingers up for a sniff, then went to her purse and pulled out a pair of thigh highs. She tossed them onto the desk and said, "I expect you to wear these for the rest of the day. I also expect you to go shopping right away and buy a short skirt; you'll wear that too."

"That isn't practical for my work," Jane protested.

"Did I ask for a fucking commentary?" Eileen snarled.

"No," Jane whispered, as if she'd been slapped in the face.

"Now be a good girl and do as you're fucking told and I'll keep your secret that you're a lesbian running a whorehouse," Eileen finished and walked out, leaving Jane stunned, speechless and at her wit's end. The accusations were totally unfair, but she had no idea how she'd ever be able to disprove them!

Again Jane broke down in tears and was startled when Eileen returned and demanded, "One more thing... don't say a word to Christine."

Jane nodded an acknowledgement through her tears, Eileen again left, and Jane continued crying, completely lost.

Jane eventually calmed down and pulled herself together enough to obey the bitch's orders. She put on the stockings (surprised how nice they felt on her and how they did indeed accentuate her legs), went shopping in the mall, bought a skirt that was obediently short, but long enough to cover the lace tops of the stockings and returned to work, where she was kept busy for the next few hours with client after client (some who were regulars and who commented on her looking nice in the skirt).

That said, it was an odd day. She had a few new customers which was great, but some of them had shocked her. Two were wearing no panties and Jane accidentally saw two shaved pussies (one on a girl probably not yet twenty, the other over forty and admittedly a mother, based on the conversation they had; one had insisted on keeping her nylons on, and although they weren't as sheer as Eileen's had been earlier, were much softer than the ones Jane had worn in the past; one woman clearly flirted with her (which had happened on occasion in the past, but this one was a lot more blunt with her sexual innuendos), and lastly, the final client of the night pretended not to notice she had a dildo sticking out of her purse.

Jane desperately wanted to find some time to have a discussion with Christine in spite of Eileen's prohibition, but the spa was just too busy for any downtime. On the bright side, other than the constant reminder that she was obeying Eileen by wearing a skirt and thigh highs and that she was very aware that the lace tops were visible whenever she was on her knees, she was too busy to focus on the idea that her business was threatened by imminent scandal.

As the day finally came to a close, there was one final customer to deal with. Christine passed this one along to her aunt, "I went to start the massage after doing the mud pack for Ms. Sommers, but she was adamant that you do it. She said you were recommended to her by a friend."

Jane didn't want to do any more work today, she was exhausted and annoyed that someone had booked this client so late, yet she was also flattered to be personally requested so she nodded, "Okay, start the cleanup, but don't leave if you're finished before I am; we need to talk."

"Yes, Aunt Jane," Christine nodded, confident the talk wouldn't be the one Jane was contemplating, as she watched her walk into the room where Bree lay in wait for her.

Jane walked in and saw a thick mud pack on a young woman's face, a towel around her head and her feet propped up on a pillow. She checked the ticket and saw she was to receive a manicure, pedicure, facial, and waxing. The manicure was already checked off as was the waxing, which made it extra strange for her to be requested just to finish off the pedicure and facial... yet she shrugged to herself and greeted, "Hi, I'm Jane, the owner. How has your experience been with us today?"

"Oh it's been absolutely wonderful. I'm just waiting for the pedicure to finish off my day," Bree answered, her plan to add a new pet nearing its completion even though the Vietnamese woman was completely oblivious how she'd been manipulated all day... including some of her pets having been assigned to get served by Jane and to follow some rather irregular instructions.

Jane thought the voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she shook it off. She'd seen thousands of people since opening her establishment, so it was entirely possible she'd encountered this one before. She started by washing the girl's feet and toweling them dry to prepare for the pedicure.

"Could you massage them for me please? I've been on them a lot lately, and I'd love a soothing massage. I'll give an extra tip," Bree offered.

Jane didn't need the tip as her employees did, but she did try to keep her customers happy and coming back, so although she didn't want to, what she really wanted was to go home and masturbate (her pussy burning in frustration all day), she replied, "Certainly, ma'am," and began rubbing the delicate looking feet in front of her.

"Mmmm," Bree moaned softly but purposefully, always enjoying having her feet massaged, although usually she was in nylons when receiving the soothing treatment. "That feels wonderful. I could let you do this all night," Bree added, foreshadowing her true intent of a long night of lesbian submission.

Jane had no intention of being here all night, her pussy was begging for some personal attention, but a little longer wouldn't hurt, as she wanted the repeat business. She chuckled, trying to make a joke out of it, "You'd probably fall asleep."

Bree sighed, "It's too hot in here to sleep," and tugged the sheets off that were covering her naked body. That makes no sense, Jane thought, Why would Christine strip her for a manicure and a waxing?

Jane was surprised suddenly to be staring at a pussy that was smooth as silk... Christine had done the waxing to perfection. Also, Jane noticed, there was moisture glistening between the folds. Jane wondered if her gentle massage was stimulating the client. As she studied the woman curiously, the mask hid any hint of her emotions.

As Jane continued rubbing, she couldn't help but notice the beautiful body spread out in front of her... a body that was perfection. Large, firm breasts that somehow maintained their shape perfectly as the girl rested on her back; long tanned legs and a cute pussy with a clit that seemed swollen and begging for attention.

Jane shook her head at the silly thought... obviously last night had stirred some repressed feelings about her sexuality. 'Begging for attention' indeed!

As she continued the foot massage, taking longer than normal, she couldn't help but continue admiring the young woman... her firm breasts (she was in awe of the impressive muscle tone)... her long legs (which she was envious of, being quite short herself) and mostly her ripe, young, wet, shiny pussy.

Jane had waxed numerous pussies, but always as a job, she never really took the time to examine one with anything in mind other than doing a thorough depilation. Looking at this one, she couldn't help but admire how beautiful it was. She'd never been attracted to girls, but she'd certainly have to admit that this smooth, glistening, wet snatch was intriguing.

Jane quickly averted her gaze as the girl spoke, "That feels divine. Could you please massage my legs too?"