A Surprise in the Massage Parlour Ch. 02 by MarkTass 

Literotic asexstories – A Surprise in the Massage Parlour Ch. 02 by MarkTass

Pete returns to Jasmine’s for more discipline. He gets another surprise.

Pete lay in his bed, going over his experiences from the night before. As he remembered the details, to his surprise, his cock began to fill and thicken. He thought he’d probably used up his erections for the weekend, but clearly not.

His resolve, along with his cock, hardened, and he allowed his imagination to roam. He knew he would return to the massage parlour, Jasmine, and he knew he was going to prepare himself in every way, just as he had promised to his two new … friends? Mistresses? Did it matter? He pictured in his mind his next visit and he grasped his now fully aroused cock and started to masturbate.

No, he told himself. I’ll wait. From now on, each orgasm must be a really full one. I’ll wait four or five days between wanks and when I cum, I’ll eat it all, just to keep in practice.

As he left the parlour last night, Ming had told him that she expected the marks from his caning to last a good couple of weeks. He jumped out of bed a placed himself in front of his bedroom mirror in such a way as to admire the marks on his ass. Dear god, he uttered to himself, did I really take all that? The stripes were livid and the bruising more severe than he expected.

Maybe my ass and my mind aren’t in sync, he wondered. My mind tells me I wanted more; my ass says I took a pretty hard punishment. Let’s see if Ming is right. Healing creams and exercise will put this right more quickly. Meanwhile, I will buy a selection of dildos with which to prepare for the other part of my experience that I wasn’t ready to submit to. I really want to feel Ming’s cock thrusting into my ass, he told himself.

Two weeks passed and the marks were almost gone. Pete knew he would be ready the coming weekend and sent an email to Ming. Brief but to the point. He awaited instruction. He didn’t have to wait long.

‘Hello Pete, nice to hear from you. Toy and I are pleased to hear that your skin has recovered and that you want us to mark you again. Please come to the Jasmine at exactly 2:00 this Saturday afternoon, bringing with you a letter of request. This letter should express in no uncertain terms what you would like to happen on this visit. We will set aside two hours to attend to your wishes, although we cannot guarantee to comply exactly with everything you ask for. We may have ideas of our own, and we will expect you to submit unquestioningly to them. Also, you will shave every hair from your body below your neck before you arrive. If you accept these terms, please confirm by return.’

Pete’s cock was the first to respond. It was Monday and he decided that this was the perfect day to prepare himself. Returning to his flat after work, he stripped completely, glad that he was in a position that he did not have to share with anyone, although he had a second bedroom. He walked naked to the bathroom and poured a bath.

Relaxing in the hot water, he methodically obeyed Ming’s demand that he shave. Arms first. Then under the arms. Chest, legs. Stomach. He was glad not to be a hairy person to begin with. Finally he scraped the razor over his pubic area, holding his cock and scraping over his scrotum. Kneeling and doing his best with his ass and ass crack. Twenty minutes later, he felt he had completed his task, smoothing his hands over himself, savouring the smooth skin. He smiled ruefully as he pulled the plug and watched the floating hair disappear down the drain.

He thrilled to the sting of aftershave, absorbing the burning pain on his scrotum and round his dick. It stung everywhere and he gasped, imagining Ming and Toy gloating over him as he suffered this indignity for them. He strolled through to his bedroom and admired himself in the full-length mirror, bald and fully erect. Tonight would be the night he would allow himself to cum, giving four full days and nights to refill the pot before his appointment. He reached out for the largest dildo in his collection, the final hurdle, one that he hadn’t yet used to stretch his anus and fill his rectum.

Every evening he repeated his ritual, culminating in him sliding the large dildo past his sphincter and the full eight inches of it into his ass. Thrusting it in and out a dozen times before removing it and resisting the temptation to stroke his erection to orgasm. By Friday night he was almost bursting and had to quit early or shoot his cum into his special glass. He was holding that for tomorrow. The final shave to ensure he had obeyed his Mistress’s command as well as he could, and the thrilling, burning sting of the aftershave on his sensitive scrotum brought him to full erection. The ease with which he could now penetrate his anus with his largest dildo delighted him, as he knew that he could confidently accommodate Toy’s cock, and also Ming’s larger one, albeit not at the same time! He smiled to himself at the thought. Much as he wanted to pleasure himself, he wanted what the following day promised more, and he drifted off into dream-filled sleep.

Waking late, after a gruelling week of work and pent-up sexual thrill, Pete had a decent breakfast to give him the energy and stomach lining he expected he would be needing that day. He showered and dressed, naughtily forgetting to put on any underwear, in loose, baggy track suit bottoms and top. He wouldn’t last long in a strip poker game, he joked with himself.

As the hour approached, Pete left his flat and strolled along the street, drawing ever closer to Jasmine’s. His heart was pumping faster than usual and his mind was racing. He calmed himself down, trying not to think too much on what lay in store. Then he was there. The front door that he remembered so well from that evening three weeks ago now. Before he reached out to press the bell, he took from his pocket another of those wonderfully effective little blue pills and swallowed it with the help of the last of the half-litre bottle of water he had been drinking on the way.

He pressed the bell, heart now pounding; lust, fear, uncertainty, absolute resolution all going through his mind, and he heard the familiar ring in the background. It was half a minute to two.

The door opened and relief flooded through him as Toy stood there, much as she had been dressed the last time he saw her, short black leather skirt and matching peephole bra, her nipples poking through. She gave him with a happy, welcoming smile.

“Well, Pete. You are very punctual. You must be keen to experience what we have planned for you today!” she beamed as she ushered him into the entrance area. “Come through to reception.” She invited him.

As Pete had anticipated, Ming stepped out from behind the desk, this time she too was dressed much as she had been last time, in long black PVC boots higher than her knees, short black leather mini skirt and bolero top with clearly nothing under it other than her magnificent breasts. Pete was awestruck at the sight and stopped short to greet her.

“Mistress Ming, how nice to see you again.” He started. “I have been looking forward to coming back ever since I last saw you.” He added.

“Indeed, Pete. And I have been looking forward to seeing more of you, and as you will remember, I have already seen rather a lot of you, haha! Do you have your letter that I ordered you to compose?”

Pete, nodded silently and removed it from a pocket, typed, printed and sealed into an envelope the evening before.

Toy stepped forward and taking Pete by the elbow, began to lead him through to the back. “We have a different room for you today, Pete. After your last visit we told the other masseuses about our new client, without mentioning your name of course, and they all wanted to meet you, so you have been allocated the special room for priority clients. I’m sure you will enjoy it. We have a special day arranged for you today. Lucky you!”

Pete was slightly alarmed at this but allowed Toy to lead him towards the back. She stopped him opposite the door to the room he had previously been in and pointed to the door across the corridor.

“That will be the room we will use, Pete, but first you must take a shower. You may remove your clothes here in the corridor and place them in this box here. I will take the box to the locker room while you shower and I’ll bring you a towel.”

Strip? Here in the corridor? Pete hadn’t seen or heard any other staff, or customers but he was still taken aback. He recalled having to walk naked in the corridor last time. Maybe this is just their way of beginning the humiliation process, he thought. Having little to remove, it didn’t take him long to get naked. Toy eyed him up and down, smirked as he placed his belongings into the box and produced a padlock with which she locked the box.

“Naked slave, dependent on Mistress Toy to return his gear!” she taunted him, and his cock jerked in reaction to his predicament. Yes he was, naked and without access to his clothes, keys, phone, even his shoes.

“Go and shower, naked slave. I will be waiting for you with a towel here outside this door when you return.”

The pill and the circumstances were both working towards ensuring a powerful erection, which he tried to cover as he made his way back to Toy five minutes later. She tittered as she saw it, looked balefully at Pete and handed him a small towel, barely large enough for the job in hand and certainly not big enough to wrap around himself.

“You may dry yourself here in the corridor and then return the towel to me.” She stated.

Pete complied, his cock waggling furiously as he worked the towel as best he could. He handed it back to Toy with a nod, accepting her dominance over him.

She produced a blindfold and told him to slip it over his eyes before opening the door to the room beyond. He did, but allowed himself a sliver of sight down the sides of his nose. Pretending that he was completely without sight, he followed Toy into the room.

It was an obvious ploy, and everyone there knew he was able to see a little. That was part of the fun, for Pete was now in a small auditorium, with fewer than a dozen seats formed in a semi-circle around a small stage, the stage being no more than six feet from the first row of seats.